"The Holy Fire of the Netherworld? What is this?"

Even if the old monster with yellow eyebrows said the name, Huang Xianren was still confused.

I know each of the four words Netherworld Holy Fire, but when they are put together, I don’t know what they are.

Among the three realms, I have heard of the Samadhi True Fire, the Nameless Karma Fire, the Glazed Pure Fire...

But I have never heard of the Netherworld Sacred Fire.

It is normal for Huang Xianren not to know about the Netherworld Sacred Fire.

Even Guanyin Bodhisattva only knows some legends about the Netherworld Holy Fire.

And the scriptures about the legend of the Netherworld Holy Fire are in the Scripture Pavilion.

　"..."

Looking at Huang Xianren's confused look, the old monster with yellow eyebrows suddenly regretted, why would he choose such a waste to avenge himself? .

After rolling his eyes at Huang Xianren, the old monster with yellow eyebrows replied leisurely: "It is said that this Netherworld Holy Fire has the effect of burning the soul. If it is touched by this flame, not only the body, but also the three souls will be affected. The seven souls will also turn into ashes."

"You were lucky enough to throw away the magic weapon just now, otherwise you would be a puddle of ashes now."

" !!!”

Huang Xianren was shocked and looked at the mace that was burned to ashes on the ground with lingering fear. He couldn’t believe it, “Is it really so powerful?”

After a brief shock, Huang Xianren suddenly smiled strangely, "If I can take this magical weapon away, wouldn't I be invincible?"

"Idiot, come back..."

The old monster with yellow eyebrows had no time to remind him, and Huang Xianren turned into a bolt of lightning and struck towards Qin Tian.

"Hey? You're so brave, you dare to charge forward!"

Qin Tian was still a little disappointed because he didn't burn Huang Xianren directly just now.

It’s better now, he rushed up on his own.

This saved Qin Tian a lot of energy.

Almost in an instant, Huang Xianren opened his sharp claws and came to Qin Tian, ​​crossed his hands and swept forward.

"Death!"

The sharp claws cut several holes in the air, and several claw blades glowing coldly tried to tear Qin Tian's body apart.

Qin Tian remained calm and used the Netherworld Holy Fire to protect his whole body.

Bang bang bang!

Several muffled sounds rang out, and the sharp claw blades made a 'sizzling' sound under the Netherworld Holy Fire, with no power at all..

Huang Xianren’s pupils shrank and he was shocked, he could even burn the claw blade?

"Go!"

Qin Tian pointed two fingers together, and the black fire lingering around him turned into a pillar of fire and rushed towards Huang Xianren.

Huang Xianren had not yet woken up from the shock. He woke up when he felt the scorching temperature!

Seeing the Netherworld Holy Fire rushing towards him, Huang Xianren suddenly realized what he was doing, so he grabbed his own clothes and lifted them up, using them as a shield.

"Fire Rat Fur?"

Qin Tian happened to recognize the robe in Huang Xianren's hand.

When I went to Taishang Laojun’s Tushita Palace, I saw a treasure map on his desk, in which the fire rat fur was recorded.

The fire rat fur is as bright as blood and is made of the fur of the fire rat.

Even the true fire of Samadhi cannot be burned through easily.

"Exactly, you didn't expect it, I have a treasure in my hand, what can a mere little fire do to me?" Huang Xianren said disdainfully.

This fire rat fur was obtained by Huang Xianren from the treasure pavilion of this Taoist temple.

If it weren’t for this fire rat fur, Huang Xianren wouldn’t be so unscrupulous.

Qin Tian raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Really?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xianren felt a burning tingling sensation, like an electric shock. Throw down the fire rat fur.

The bright red fur of the fire rat fur gradually turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

"How could it be..."

Huang Xianren stood there in astonishment, unable to believe the scene in front of him.

This is a magic weapon that even the true fire of Samadhi cannot burn through.

In just a few breaths, the fire rat fur turned into ashes?

Qin Tian shook his head with some disappointment, "What a pity, I didn't burn you to death."

Huang Xianren had a lucky escape both times.

However, Huang Xianren will not be so lucky next time.

Qin Tian held the Netherworld Holy Fire and approached step by step.

"Gudong!"

Huang Xianren looked frightened, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and took a few steps back.

Seeing those children looking at each other and huddled in the corner, Huang Xianren couldn't help it and roared angrily, "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up!"

"Great, Great Immortal...we dare not…”

That Netherworld Holy Fire can burn even Huang Xianren’s magic weapon and fire rat fur to ashes.

They are just little demons who have just become spirits. , how can it be more resistant to burning than fire rat fur?

“Trash, why do I raise you! It’s useless at the critical moment! "

"Go! ”

While Huang Xianren was still reprimanding the boys, Qin Tian stretched out his hand, and the Netherworld Holy Fire Seal in his hand turned into a dragon-like pillar of fire that circled towards Huang Xianren.

Huang Xianren suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. He grabbed a boy and threw it behind him.

"Ah! ! ! ”

The Netherworld Holy Fire instantly wrapped the boy, and a tragic scream sounded.

But in an instant, the boy turned into a wisp of ashes and dissipated in the air .

　“! ! ! "

When all the children saw this scene, they were frightened and panicked and fled in all directions.

" Mr. Huangmei, save me! "

As Huang Xianren ran, he looked behind to check the situation and shouted loudly.

Inside the gourd at the two extremes of yin and yang, the old monster with yellow eyebrows looked solemn and his face was very ugly. He thought to himself : "This kid has the Holy Fire of the Netherworld. It seems that he can't get revenge today. It's more important to save his life! "

Immediately, as if he had not heard anything, the old monster with yellow eyebrows controlled the gourd and jumped away from the scene.

"Lord Huang Mei, Huang Mei..."

When Huang Xianren turned around, he realized that there was an old monster with yellow eyebrows behind him, and there was only a piece of air behind him.

Even those children didn’t know where to run. Went.

In such a huge Taoist temple, Huang Xianren was the only one left now.

Back in front of him, the Netherworld Holy Fire had blocked his way and blocked his way. It was surrounded by people.

Thousands of temperatures burned the air red, and even the space was distorted.

Huang Xianren felt that every inch of his skin was The pain was burning, and the soul was trembling in the depths, as if it was about to escape from the body.

It was as if the brain was being eaten by tens of thousands of ants, and it was extremely painful.

"I, I admit defeat... let me go... I don't dare to do it anymore..."

Huang Xianren collapsed on the ground in pain, his facial features twisted, and he used all his strength to beg for mercy. The voice.

“Let you go? ”

Qin Tian chuckled softly, his eyes extremely cold, "You are so disrespectful of human life, if I let you go, how will I explain to the innocent people who have been harmed by you?"

As he said this, Qin Tian raised his five fingers Gather slowly.

The Netherworld Holy Fire also moved closer to Huang Xianren's body.

"Ah! No, don't..."

"Huang Xianren made a heartbreaking cry for mercy.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, an ethereal voice like a silver bell appeared in Qin Tian's mind.

Qin Tian has heard this voice before.

It is the voice of the sword spirit.