Chapter 190

Just now Chen Yao didn't think how terrible the yin-yang two pole fire was, but when the two flames were combined into one, an extremely terrible temperature broke out.

Even the practitioners of the king's realm are likely to be burned into ashes in one breath, and all gods and souls will be destroyed.

The black-and-white flame completely wrapped Chen Yao, and his whole body was buried in it.

Five full breaths passed, and there was no movement in it.

"Hum."

Wang Li gave a proud cold hum. Chen Yao should have been burned to ashes. The end of fighting against herself is a dead end. What sword clan wizards, that's all.

Wang Li walked towards Wang Rong, who was unconscious.

"My good sister, your mother can't fight my mother. You can't fight me. This is life. You accept your life."

She raised the flame ruler in her hand and patted Wang Rong's delicate body.

This time, Wang Rong will completely disappear from the world, and will not leave the slightest trace.

Who knows he killed Wang Rong?

It's better that the king level monster can kill those alchemists together, so that only he can know the secret.

With the flame ruler down, the expression on Wang Li's face became more and more brilliant.

She has imagined countless beautiful pictures.

But the next moment.

"Bang." the yin-yang two pole fire burning around Chen Yao suddenly burst with a loud noise, and countless small sparks splashed everywhere.

A dark shadow emerged from it.

"What?"

Wang Li wanted to say how it was possible, but Chen Yao didn't give her much time. The bright sword light came towards Wang Li.

The speed of the sword light made Wang Ligen have no time to dodge.

"Puff." with a sound, the sky chopping sword directly pierced Wang Li's eyebrows. The vertical and horizontal sword Qi of the sky chopping sword was instantly released, and Wang Li's head exploded.

Brain splashes.

When Chen Yao pulled out her sword, Wang Li's body fell to the ground with a bang, just touching a spark of Yin-Yang bipolar fire, so in the blink of an eye, her body was burned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

Wang Li died. She was very embarrassed and wronged. If her head hadn't burst, she must have died in peace.

She never imagined that the fire of Yin-Yang two pole fire contained in the flame ruler did not burn Chen Yao, and Chen Yao had the power of World War I.

Her death is largely due to carelessness. If she is not careless, she will die, but it will never be so easy.

Of course, Chen Yao's state is also very different at the moment.

It's not just that clothes are damaged.

Although it is said that swords, armor and swords do not enter and water and fire do not invade, it also depends on what kind of swords and water and fire are.

The existence of Yin-Yang two pole fire, which ranked fifth in the list of different fires, was enough to destroy the sword and armor in an instant, so Chen Yao put the sword and armor away at the first time.

The Shennong tripod was sacrificed in time.

However, Chen Yao's miscalculation is that Shennong Ding can't completely absorb or suppress these yin-yang two pole fires.

The flame of this level can compete with the artifact of shennongding.

The only thing shennongding can do is to help Chen Yao weaken the power of Yin-Yang bipolar fire, but it will still cause damage to Chen Yao. Chen Yao's skin has been charred and cracked.

But Chen Yao survived hard.

Being calcined by yin-yang bipolar fire brings Chen Yao not only the pain of heart drilling, but also a kind of quenching and experience for Chen Yao.

The function of Shennong Ding is not only to refine pills, but also to refine people, bones and flesh.

And the yin-yang two pole fire root is not an ordinary flame.

The combination of the two is of great benefit to Chen Yao. The scattered aura in Chen Yao's body is tempered and then completely integrated with Chen Yao's flesh and blood.

At the moment, Chen Yao's flesh and blood exudes a faint green light.

The star body refining technique has reached the fourth level under this quenching. Now Chen Yao's body is comparable to the high-level cultivator in the king's realm. This is really an unexpected surprise for Chen Yao. He really didn't expect it.

But now he has collapsed.

The sword that smashed the yin-yang two pole fire and killed Wang Li was the superposition of ten sword pulling skills. As usual, Chen Yao can cast it ten times continuously, but now it is only once, which has become the last straw to overwhelm Chen Yao who was seriously injured.

After Wang Li's death, Chen Yao also fell powerlessly to the ground. The whole person breathed a fresh breath. The trouble was finally solved, and his eyebrows widened.

But only for a moment.

His newly relaxed brow frowned again.

Almost at the same time, there was a gloomy and proud voice in the field.

"I thought I couldn't catch up with you. It turned out to be just right. I can get one more magic weapon of Tianjie. It's really good."

A mysterious monk covered in black robes appeared in the field.

He picked up the flame ruler falling on the ground and appreciated it. His hands were so white, not snow-white, but pale without a trace of blood and vitality.

Under the hazy moonlight, a trace of his side face could be seen faintly, but it was also pale without a trace of blood color.

Quietly, without warning.

Chen Yao's eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

Even if you are seriously injured, but your divine consciousness perception is unimpeded, but you don't feel the existence of the other party, it means that the other party's realm is too much higher than yourself.

At least it is above the five levels of the imperial realm, and it may even be as powerful as semi saint.

Listening to each other's words, it seems that they came specifically for themselves.

I killed many people in the broken sword City, so every sect has enemies. But if those enemies want to kill themselves, they can be aboveboard. Why dress up like this?

Who the hell is the other party?

Chen Yao was at a loss.

If you encounter such a powerful opponent at ordinary times, it's only certain to fight, and you have a chance to escape, but now you can only catch it with your hands tied.

But how could Chen Yao be someone who would die safely.

Holding the sky cutting sword tightly, Chen Yao got up hard, then looked at the mysterious black robed man opposite and asked, "who are you?"

The man in black smiled darkly. The laughter was like grinding his teeth, especially disgusting and harsh.

"Who am I? The dead don't need to know. Hand over the evil Buddha Pendant hanging around your neck."

"Evil Buddha Pendant?"

Hearing each other's words, Chen Yao's heart suddenly trembled.

The other party actually had the idea of evil Buddha Pendant. Does he also know the secret of evil Buddha Pendant.

Chen Yaoqiang calmed himself down and looked at the man in black with a puzzled face.

"Evil Buddha Pendant, what evil Buddha Pendant? I don't have anything on my neck. I don't know." Chen yaotou shook his head like a rattle and looked confused.