Huang Zhenfeng once brought Zhang Xiaodao to experience the spring. At that time, Lao Huang asked Xiaodao: "What did you feel?"

Zhang Xiaodao answered unswervingly: "Life!"

Old Huang understands the same spring. Different people will understand different principles when they look at it. What he realizes is that "spring" is green overnight, so his sword will be more fierce than the other, just like spring buds rushing to emerge...

A few years ago, Zhang Xiaodao's sword force left room everywhere, and he kept following it. He even meditated on the early spring picture to quickly recover from his injuries.

However, these effects are obviously only a small part of life.

Today, Zhang Xiaodao's yin and yang meet, and the five elements assist. After becoming a father, he first understood what life is.

But he was unable to speak out to accurately define the word "life", but he knew very well that a person could not leave any regrets in his life, even a trace of it might pass with the years and years, and when he was old, he became a memory of regret for his whole life.

So in the face of the black vortex swallowing, Zhang Xiaodao swung this sword, which seemed to carry the colorful life, melting Balahanku's body in an enduring way.

Zhang Xiaodao came to him and gently pushed him. He turned into countless dust and dissipated on the banks of the Yonghe River, and said the real "I'm in a hurry."

Zhang Xiaodao is really in a hurry, so he has no time to think about it.

Little did he know that the sword intent contained in his sword restrained Bala Khanku's seemingly immortal body because he had been buried for ten years. Even if he survived, he was using the extreme yin energy to merge with the only remaining vitality in his body to form yin and yang.

This vigorous knife intent poured into his body, which naturally led to a serious imbalance in the body of Balahanku, who had barely survived, and it was not surprising that it turned into ashes.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was in a hurry, walked straight to the Great Wilderness Temple, without looking at the black and gray on the ground.

At this time, Wang Daniu's roaring "Damn" sounded across the clouds, accompanied by the collapse and shattering of a corner of the towering temple, with amazing momentum.

Zhang Xiaodao arrived in a hurry. He saw Qi Yunhaci’s eyes pressing against the compass and frowned. Zhang Xiaodao asked, “Destroy this temple?”

Qi Yunhaci nodded and said, "Do it first!"

Zhang Xiaodao wiped the sweat beads on his forehead that had been oozing out after a violent knife, held the pig-killing knife tightly again with both hands, and danced out with one sword.

A hurricane suddenly hit, and countless snowflakes on the ground rose and flew into the broken ruins that Wang Daniu bumped out. Large pieces of ruins flew up, and suddenly rushed towards the depths of the temple with an extremely sharp sword light.

Wang Daniu took a breath, his ears were full of roar, and dust was flying in front of him, and he said, "You should save trouble with Xiaodao."

Zhang Xiaodao frowned, looked at the magnificent temple in front of him, and asked, "When will the fuck be demolished?"

The Temple is undoubtedly the most magnificent building in the Great Wilderness. It has been stormy for thousands of years on the Holy Mountain and has stood firm. All Zhang Xiaodao can see at this time is only a corner of the Temple. It is obviously impossible to complete this corner if it is destroyed in a short time.

But for Zhang Xiaodao, whether he ended the battle on this holy mountain as soon as possible to find Wang Luohan, or to help Li Yi and the other four break the formation quickly, he had to race against time.

Is there any other way to quickly destroy the temple?

In desperation, Zhang Xiaodao did not think of a solution. He was frowning and suddenly patted his head.

His spiritual fusion ability is extremely powerful, and it is obviously much smarter to burn the temple using the high temperature of slurry.

"Brother Big Niu, stop hitting me, I'll do it!"

Wang Daniu nodded and still believed in Zhang Xiaodao without limit.

Zhang Xiaodao asked Qi Yunha Que next to him again: "Can you burn fire be okay?"

The reason why Qi Yunhaci was frowning was precisely because although he realized that the temple was an array eye, the array eye might be just a wall, a stone pillar, or even a chair in the temple.

If it is burned with fire, it is obviously the best way, so I focused on it and said: "It's just what I want, but it's time to speed up."

Zhang Xiaodao raised his lips and said, "I'm in a hurry. It will be very fast." Then he strode to the ruins and reached into the gray stone wall that had not yet collapsed with one hand.

The temple is made of large stone bricks. The tentacles on the wall are not only cold, but the potholes on the surface also give people a sense of historical heaviness.

Zhang Xiaodao is naturally not a protector of historical buildings. He wishes that the Great Wilderness would be destroyed. History has opened a new chapter, and the slurry naturally spreads throughout his body.

Wang Daniu, the king of Zhang Xiaodao, had already seen Zhang Xiaodao's spiritual fusion ability, but at this time he seemed to be inhuman, and his whole body was covered with slurry and ripples appeared, which made him feel tight.

The slurry spreads instantly with the palm of the hand and it seems to be covered with a fiery red silk, and then it quickly wraps around a tree in the sky towards the vines that explode rapidly.

This picture was extremely shocking. A corner of the huge and majestic temple was quickly filled with molten slurry, but the molten slurry seemed to be endless and continued to cover the entire temple.

The dark red slurry is particularly conspicuous in this snow-white world.

Qi Yunhaci grew up with his mouth in shock, which was really unbelievable.

There are only a handful of powerful people in the world in the world. In the early years, Qi Yun also had a strong man named Mengcha. However, Mengcha was already in the magical power at that time, but Zhang Xiaodao's power was not as powerful as Zhang Xiaodao at this time. Before Zhang Xiaodao stepped on the magical power, he was like this. How terrible will it be in the future?

Qi Yunhaci couldn't help but think that he had seen Zhang Xiaodao for the first time. Zhang Xiaodao was smiling and boasting, but now it seems that it is not an exaggeration. It even makes him feel that Zhang Xiaodao seemed very modest at that time.

As the slurry heated, the thick snow accumulated on the ground in front of me began to melt, turning into dirty streams to lower places in hell.

The temple in front of us had already become distorted in the high temperature, and countless black smoke rose, covering a corner of the dazzling starry sky, and the black clouds were rapidly expanding.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't know that Wang Daniu and Qi Yunhaci were stunned at this time. He breathed in a wild manner, turning vital energy into slurry as fuel and spreading out of his palms.

The vital fruits accumulated on the dome trees in the body burst into pieces. In the small world that was operating on its own, it seemed that Zhang Xiaodao's needs were felt at this time, and it began to shrink and shrink, as Zhang Xiaodao's heartbeat and breathing turned to the same frequency.

The entire temple began to be completely wrapped in slurry in the eyes of Wang Daniu and Qi Yunhaci!

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At the end of the ladder, above the holy mountain, there was a burnt smell spreading in the cliff square in front of the temple.

The old man in the temple and the two elders looked back, but their faces were full of disbelief.

Since the people of the prosperous Tang Dynasty dared to come to the Holy Mountain, they naturally had to have their own capital, but the old man in the temple glanced at everyone and keenly sensed that Zhang Xiaodao and his party and the three of them sneaked on the Holy Mountain, this capital was not worth mentioning in his opinion.

Through a series of calculations, the old man knew that since there was no magical power in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the gentleman who was far away in the Western Regions would have to cut the Holy Mountain with a sword.

This sword must have broken the formation, but if the Shengtang team broke the formation and the sword was still delayed, the temple would fall into an absolute passive state.

Because there is an eye in this sky, this eye can see clearly what happened on the holy mountain and cooperate with Li Yi and others to make a final kill.

If the eye of the array is destroyed, then the prediction is no longer possible. But the even more terrifying thing is that the old man who has been holding the array with all his might remove his power to sense it, but he has not sensed the existence of Balahanku.

If the Balkanku is dead, there will be only three of them left in the temple. This seemingly relaxed battle will inevitably fall into a desperate battle.

The person who killed Balahanku can be an absolute variable in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and become a person who can control the situation in this death battle.

But there is no such person in Dahuang!

All the old man's thoughts were completed in an instant, but the two elders didn't think so much, but were still staring at the temple blankly, and they couldn't help but feel the cold wind blew and the cool wind. In fact, the temperature in the Holy Mountain was rising rapidly at this time.

The old man in the temple asked: "The prosperous Tang Dynasty seemed tough, but it was extremely shameless. The prosperous Tang Dynasty people on this sacred mountain were naturally the leader of a shameless country. Will they do things that they know they will die even if they know they will die?"

The two elders felt relieved when they heard this and remembered the protection measures of the formation eyes.

However, even though they were at ease, because they had to hold the formation, they could not get out and could only watch the temple that stood for thousands of years melted, and the feeling in their hearts was naturally difficult to be at the extreme.

The slurry spread across the eaves of the temple in a very layered manner, and then the fiery red curtain fell before the three people holding the formation, wrapping the temple tightly.

At this time, the temple was completely red, and it had no meaning to match the night sky and the top of the mountain. It seemed that the Holy Mountain was originally a crater, and countless magma gushed out, wrapping the temple.

The towering and huge temple began to gradually shrink under this fiery red at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by countless black smoke.

The dense rows of square windows on the second floor of the temple were melted into irregular shapes, as if they had turned into countless hungry ghosts, as if they were about to devour people.

The countless ancient and quaint eaves that were flying were no longer as energetic as before, but instead hung down the proud head listlessly, then broke, fell and smashed into the melting water stains and emitted white smoke, becoming a black charred stone that could be seen everywhere.

In the temple, countless ancient huge stone pillars were swallowed up and down by the molten slurry, as if they had become a slug-free apple core that had been gnawed, and were extremely thin at the top and bottom.

And such a scene was shocked when the soldiers who rushed up the ladder to the heaven were terrified.

Qi Yun's soldiers finally arrived at the top of the holy mountain they dreamed of coming to, with the boiling blood in their bodies. But at this time, they saw the sky red in red through the heavy fog. The entire temple seemed to be melted and transformed miserably, and they had no idea what was going on.

They could only watch the temple was shattered after it was not formed, and the top layer began to collapse, and it almost shriveled to the ground in the blink of an eye, becoming a huge pool of dark red filth on the ground.

Behind the dark red stain, there was a man full of fiery red. He shook his hand and shook out a few drops of slurry and a ball of gas evaporated from the water stains under his feet.

Zhang Xiaodao's palms melt the temple! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!