Mortal: Fight monsters and upgrade, I will enjoy immortality!

At this moment, the golden word "Zhan" suddenly fell.

The white-haired old woman was startled, and hurriedly stretched out her hand, and the yellow light transformed from the crutch flew back.

At the same time, the old woman opened her mouth and spat out, and a ball of yellow flame with a diameter of half a foot floated out. The inspiration flashed and disappeared into the light.

With a "bang", the yellow light turned into a flame that soared into the sky, burning fiercely. A huge spiritual pressure rose into the sky, and a crutch wreathed in flames could be faintly seen through the firelight.

Immediately afterwards, the crutch swung, and a thick sword light about a foot long erupted from the dragon's head, and struck the golden font.

"Boom boom boom..."

Each thrust of the sword light can only slow down the falling speed of Jin Zi a little, but the number of sword lights and concentrated firepower can temporarily hold up Jin Zi's attack.

Seeing this, Master Hanli snorted coldly, changed his magic formula, and stretched his finger towards the font, hoping to increase the transmission of magic power.

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed drastically. After a few rapid turns of red and white on his face, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Then he was so horrified that he patted his storage bag and took out a stack of silver short blades.

Then he quickly threw them into the air, and the short blades shot out and floated in front of him. Looking carefully, there were as many as sixteen, each one shining with silver.

"Stab!" Master Hanli shouted loudly, and the sixteen short blades flashed with silver light and pierced his limbs, torso and other places at the same time, until the hilts were gone.

"Disperse!" Master Hanli made a seal with his hands, and a layer of five-color flames suddenly appeared on his body.

The light flame flickered slightly and turned into five flames of different colors. It seemed that they were the cold flames practiced by the people present.

It turned out that after Master Hanli failed to break through and become a god, he still used the huge energy of heaven and earth that was imbued in his body to forcibly restrict the cold flames of the five people in his body and control them.

But after all, he does not own these cold flames. Each of their powers is extremely powerful. It is not easy for Master Hanli to control them for a while.

But he actually used his magical power to fight with others. As soon as the magic power in his body circulated quickly, he suddenly lost control and could no longer restrain these cold flames.

If he didn't release it, the cold flames would definitely explode in his body, and he would be dead by then.

"Great Elder..." Bai Mengxin and Elder Mo were urging the treasures to attack further, when they suddenly noticed something strange about Master Hanli. They were shocked and couldn't help but stop their movements.

The white-haired old woman and the gray-robed monk looked overjoyed, and used all their strength to use their treasures to disperse the attacks in front of them, and then they struck together.

A loud "rumbling" sound broke the formation restriction that trapped them.

Immediately, the two of them swayed to a corner of the cave and said anxiously: "Fellow Taoists, we agree to exchange cold flames, please show your respect."

It's not that they don't want to escape from this place immediately, but the restriction here has been closed by Master Hanli before he attacks the Transformation God. Although the key item to control the magic circle, the dry blue tripod, is in the hands of the old woman. But they discovered that Ye Ming, who had never made a move, had been standing quietly at the entrance of the cave for some time. If they wanted to get out, they had to pass this person's level.

At this time, Ye Ming gently stretched out his hand, and a silver flame beside Master Hanli suddenly flew back, and in a flash of silver light, it sank into his body.

The remaining four colors of flames, black, white, yellow, and green, were floating there quietly, as if their respective owners had no intention of taking them back.

Master Hanli had no intention of paying attention to the gray-robed monk's request to stop and make peace.

At this moment, he was making seals with his hands and chanting strange spells in his mouth. Suddenly, a layer of dry blue ice flame appeared on his body with a pop.

As soon as the flame came out, the short blade inserted into the body began to tremble.

Soon, streaks of milky white cold air emerged along the handle of the knife, and instantly formed into white ice, sealing all the short blades inside.

Master Hanli's body shook, and the solid ice immediately shattered with a "bang bang" sound and turned into nothing.

Whenever the ice in front breaks, another wave of cold air comes out from behind, but it immediately turns into ice again, and then breaks into pieces again.

After repeating this cycle several times, Master Hanli's face soon stopped being pale and became rosy.

At the same time, the milky-white light lotus under him also turned into little auras, shattered and disappeared, and his whole aura also dropped a lot, only slightly stronger than before impacting the bottleneck.

When the gray-robed monk saw Master Hanli and Bai Mengxin refusing to reply, his heart sank to the bottom. It seemed that the other party really didn't intend to let him go.

So, the old woman turned to Ye Ming and said quickly:

"Fellow Daoist Ye, listen to what old thief Han Li said just now, you asked for this cold flame from him, right? Now we offer the cold flame, and we ask fellow Taoist to be noble and let us go for once." "Oh? Are you really willing? Give me the origin of the cold flame?" Ye Ming glanced at the two of them and said with a half-smile.

The old woman and the monk looked at each other, gritted their teeth and said, "We are willing!"

Now seeing his life hanging in the hands of a few people, he had no choice but to agree to this matter.

"That's great! But..."

"But what?"

Ye Ming chuckled: "However, fellow Taoist Demon Jiu must give me everything in his hand, otherwise he will die!"

"What did you say?" The gray-robed monk was shocked.

At this time, his hand hidden in his sleeve robe was holding a wooden box with many sealing talismans. Hearing Ye Ming's words, he couldn't help but be shocked. How did this person find out?

Then, without thinking, he patted the box cover lightly, and a few talismans appeared naturally.

At this moment, a palm-long black flying knife suddenly appeared behind the gray-robed monk and silently stabbed him in the back of the heart.

"Be careful behind you!" Due to the angle, the old woman saw the flying knife that appeared without warning with her peripheral vision, and immediately warned the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed monk's eyes were staring at Ye Ming, while one hand was busy opening the seal and trying to take out the contents of the box.

He never thought that danger would come from behind. After hearing the old woman's warning, a green light flashed on his body, and he tried to dodge from the side in a flash.

But it was too late, the black flying knife pierced into the back of his heart with just one flash.

"Ah..." A shrill scream sounded.

His tall figure shriveled up quickly, turning into a skinny skeleton in the blink of an eye.

The gray-robed monk died suddenly, and the wooden box he wanted to open fell from mid-air. A fiery red ball as big as a fist slipped out from inside.

The ball was so red that it was hard to see what was inside. There was a gold and silver forbidden talisman affixed to the surface, and it looked like it was being preserved solemnly.

"I'll fight with you!" A trace of madness flashed in the old woman's eyes, and she grabbed the ball that was close at hand with one hand.

The other hand grabbed the gold and silver talisman and tried to tear it off.

At this moment, a cold snort came, and the white-haired old woman felt a thunderbolt ringing in her mind, making her head buzz.

A stream of blood seeped out uncontrollably from the seven orifices, and he stood there motionless, his palms still in the position of tearing the talisman.

Immediately afterwards, a black flying knife shot out from the body of the gray-robed monk and instantly pierced into the body of the white-haired old woman.

Suddenly, the old woman's body quickly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the flesh and blood on her body was wiped clean in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, even the Nascent Soul within the body was killed together before it had time to escape.

Ye Ming grabbed the air with one hand, and a golden light hand appeared out of thin air, grabbing the fiery red ball before it hit the ground.

After casually glancing at the ball, Ye Ming took out a few talismans and sealed it again.

Ye Ming knew that this thing was the trump card of the two people. It was called the Immortal Destruction Pearl. It was extremely powerful. Even if the cultivator of the Transformation God was hit, he would be injured.

"Sigh...Actually, if you hadn't used this Immortal-Destroying Pearl, I would have considered letting you go, but it's a pity..." Ye Ming sighed.

Then he walked up to the two mummies, looked at them with twinkling eyes, and then fired out several golden lights from his fingers, slicing open the abdomens of the two corpses.

I saw two strange cold flames, one yellow and one green, swaying slightly in it. They were the origin of the cold flames that the white-haired old woman and the gray-robed monk had cultivated for many years.

After the death of the monk and the old woman, the cold flames they had sacrificed to wash Master Hanli's marrow immediately lost their magic support and slowly extinguished.

However, a small amount of flame flew out from it and merged into the two groups of cold flames in a flash.

(End of this chapter)