Chapter 452 Burning All Ghosts

The radiant glow just now was the mana that Ye Tian secretly blessed into Baoding, and secretly he was also urging Baoding, otherwise, relying on Wu Ya alone, the power of Baoding would not be able to be exerted at all.

The dragon pattern Lihuo cauldron is not only a alchemy tripod, but also a top-grade spiritual weapon, which faintly reveals the aura of a holy weapon, and may even be a quasi-holy weapon.

The sacred weapon must be at least in the realm of the golden core to be sacrificially refined, and even if one percent of the magic power contained in the golden core level is exerted, it cannot be competed by the master.

Boom!

It must be a rare magic weapon that the corpse exorcising stick was blown away, and it survived the impact that shattered the mountain.

Yan Han's figure retreated sharply, spurting out a few more mouthfuls of old blood, his originally rosy face was as pale as paper.

Daoist Wu Ya dashed away, and stood on the battle platform again, confronting Yan Han across the air.

The cauldron with the dragon pattern hanging in the air, the golden light flowing, the dragon pattern flickering, the chaotic atmosphere is misty, and it hangs down, it seems to have a million average weight, even the people watching the battle in the distance feel the heavy pressure in their hearts. I couldn't help bending my knees, and even had the urge to kneel down.

Both of them were seriously injured. Originally, the severe cold was going to defeat and kill Zhenren Wu Ya, but unexpectedly, the situation was reversed when Bao Ding came out.

"It's such a treasured tripod, it's a pity to keep it in your hands." Yan Han said gloomyly, looking directly at the tripod, his eyes were burning hot.

He dared to get Bao Ding's attention in such a situation, everyone was dumbfounded.

"A person who is about to die must have the consciousness of a person who is about to die, so don't be too fancy." Master Wu Ya sneered.

Yan Han suddenly laughed, and said: "Old Taoist Wu Ya, I admit that I underestimated you, but do you really think you can kill me?"

"I said before, there must be blood spattered nine feet between you and me on this battle platform today. This person will definitely not be me."

"This person must be you! Now I will send you to hell."

After finishing speaking, Yan Han suddenly became dazed. He uttered bitter and incomprehensible incantations, muttering, and pinched out the seal in his hand like lightning, like a magic trick, which dazzled people.

Although everyone didn't know what he was going to do, everyone had an ominous premonition.

The corpse stick that was knocked into the air has been summoned back,

hanging above his head.

All of a sudden, the corpse exorcising stick was blazing with blood, and half of the sky was reflected in a strange red.

Click!

Amidst the crisp sound, a black crack suddenly appeared on the corpse stick, and the crack grew bigger and bigger, like a huge mouth opening wide, spewing out endless sinister black mist, like a surging black tide sweeping, and thousands of ghosts crying The sound of howling came from it, so shrill that it made one's scalp tingle.

A strong breath of death instantly swept across the entire battle platform, and the billowing wind roared in, blowing sand and rocks on the battle platform.

It seemed as if a black curtain descended from the sky, and the huge martial arts arena was shrouded in a sinister black mist, covering the sky. Day and night rotated, and thousands of ghosts wailed and howled, instantly becoming a Shura ghostland.

"Ah, there's a ghost!" A girl screamed, her hair almost standing on end.

"The gate of exorcising corpses, Shura Ghost Field, such a powerful secret art of exorcising corpses, Master Wuya is doomed now, and will be swallowed up by ten thousand evil spirits."

"That's right, once the Exorcism Gate Shura Ghost Domain comes out, even the Grandmaster will have to drink his hatred."

"What a crime!" Wu Canghai gritted his teeth.

"Amitabha, so good!" Master Shikong chanted the Buddha's name with a look of compassion. With so many ghosts, he was powerless even if he wanted to save them.

...

All the people in the field were stunned, and there was a lot of discussion.

Both Daoist Wu Ya and Yan Han hid in the dark mist, invisible, unable to attack each other with secret treasures.

"Hahaha, old Taoist Wuya, let's see how you can break through my Shura ghost domain. You can explain it here today!" Yan Han laughed, his voice shook the whole field, and he was extremely arrogant, "You can force me to use this peerless secret technique, you Be proud enough to die without regrets!"

"You old apprentice is really doomed now, why don't you make a move?" Guo Bao urged Ye Tian again.

"Which eye did you see that I was dead in vain?"

"They were all swallowed up by the Shura ghost domain of the corpse gate, even if ten lives are not enough to see, is this still dead?"

"Xiao Shuer, I can break it with bare hands."

As soon as Ye Tian finished speaking, the real Wu Ya's voice sounded, saying: "I can easily defeat a mere trick. As I said, in front of me, Zheng Yitong, you are just a primary school student."

Guo Bao's eyes widened suddenly, and Ye Tian guessed it, he was shocked inexplicably.

"Is this old Taoist really your apprentice?" Guan Weiwei's beautiful eyes widened, not daring to believe it.

Ye Tian smiled without saying a word.

"Impossible, if Master Wuya is his apprentice, then Master Shikong is my apprentice."

...

On the martial arts arena, one can see that amidst the billowing dark mist, a burst of flames suddenly rises up into the sky, instantly starting a prairie fire.

But in a short while, the entire martial arts arena was engulfed in flames, and even the sky was burned red.

This fire is not an ordinary fire, but Lihuo, a kind of heaven and earth fire, even rocks can be melted, and it is difficult to extinguish it with water, and it is easy to burn ghosts.

"Ahhh..."

Thousands of ghosts howled and screamed, and in the sea of ​​flames, one after another figure bathed in flames appeared. They were evil ghosts, turning into ashes.

Everyone's eyes widened, they were stunned, and goosebumps appeared all over their bodies.

This scene is too shocking to cry ghosts and gods!

"Old Daoist Wuya, I'm going to kill you!" Yan Han roared angrily, the roar was like thunder. However, in the face of the raging Lihuo, he was helpless.

With a whoosh, a figure flew out of the sea of ​​flames, and his sad buttocks were burned.

Thin stature, sharp gaze, and sinister face, whoever it is if it's not severe cold.

The fire on his buttocks couldn't be extinguished at all, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

There was nothing wrong with him, he jumped into the pond with a plop, splashing a large amount of water, and the image of the master disappeared.

Even if it is submerged in water, Lihuo is still burning, but it is smaller. The severe cold finally got scared, screamed loudly, and quickly tore off the clothes on his body to prevent his body from being burned.

On the battle platform, a large cauldron hangs in the air. The mouth of the cauldron looks like a black hole, exuding a terrifying devouring power, which swallows up the sea of ​​flames in a short time, and the evil black energy and ghosts that have not been completely burned are also gone. They were all swallowed up in one go, and refined by Lihuo in the belly of the tripod.

The battle platform was instantly clear, and Wuya stood alone on it, his eyes were like torches, and he looked directly at the severe cold in the pond. Ten meters behind him, a large bone fell to the ground, charred black, like a fire stick, just like a dead stick in the severe cold. There were still flames beating on the corpse stick, but there was no sign of melting, it was really a precious bone.