Beast

Yang Qing's dancing steel rod could not stop the waves of fire. A "turbulent wave" movement made the steel rod turn into ten shadows of sticks, striking at the oncoming fire waves with tongues of fire with lightning speed.

A gap was torn open by the fire wave, and the flames surged and closed again. Except for the red color, which was slightly lighter, no damage could be seen.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The raging fire waves and rolling fire clouds will drown the struggling Yang Qing in an instant.

Suddenly!

The three arrows were like meteors, piercing the fire waves, sticking to the flames, and shooting out quickly.

The arrow was burned blood red by the flames and made a sharp sound as it shot through the air.

"Pfft, pfft"

The two Consciousness Sea Realm monks in the air looked at their chests in disbelief. The black hole as thick as a finger was so conspicuous, and the clothes on their chests were burning against their skin, but they could not feel the pain.

"Forehead…"

Feelings of dizziness, suffocation, etc. came flooding in.

"Plop, plop"

The two monks in the Consciousness Sea Realm fell from the air without consciousness. The ground was hit with a "dong-dong" sound, and they fell to the ground motionless.

"Junior Brother Lu..."

"Senior Brother Hai"

The eight monks who were still in the air couldn't believe their eyes. In this moment, the big living people turned into two lifeless corpses.

Three arrows killed two outer disciples of the Spiritual Beast Garden.

The stainless steel rod in his hand danced with strong wind, and bursts of flames were sprayed towards the surrounding trees and rocks.

Hair and eyebrows turn to black ash, clothes turn yellow and burn, the water in the body evaporates, and the skin withers and becomes chapped.

No matter how fast Yang Qing danced, he still couldn't prevent splashing water. The fire waves and fire clouds that were close to reality were not ordinary things, and they couldn't be put out no matter how they touched him.

"ah!"

Yang Qing resisted in vain, his whole body was wrapped in flames, his clothes burned out, and his skin and muscles burned.

It's like a rotten bone that can't be extinguished even if it's rolled on the ground.

The whole body was covered in flames, the grease crackled, and the black smoke emitted a foul burnt smell.

"ah!!!"

This kind of pain is far beyond the cutting of flesh and gouging out eyes. This kind of situation really makes someone want someone to kill him with a knife.

Yang Qing refined his body and became physically strong. With the strength of his muscles, he was more resistant to burning than wood.

The skin all over the body has been burned cleanly, and the fiery red flames have begun to burn the muscles.

The heart-wrenching pain made Yang Qing extraordinarily awake. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to faint. His strength was taken away, and he struggled and screamed.

"Crackling"

The ground and trees were all burning, and the black smoke was billowing, choking the monks in the air and coughing continuously.

"It's time to burn! Burn it hard, cough cough..."

"This bastard thing is so damn strong! It's not burned to death yet."

"Hey, Senior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Hai are gone."

"You can't give him such a free pass and then torture him until he's half-burned to death."

The eight monks in the air looked bitterly at Yang Qing, who was being eroded by the raging fire on the ground, without any mercy. Moreover, it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in their hearts.

Within a few breaths, every inch of muscle in the body was burned away.

"Xinyao, farewell forever"

The throat area is made of brittle bones that are very resistant to burning. The flames engulfed the skin and muscles of the neck. Yang Qing could not make a sound. There was fear, resentment, and even more intense longing for Sun Xinyao in his heart.

Is that one day of farewell destined to be an eternal farewell?

"call…"

He raised his left arm and slashed at his throat. Yang Qing longed to live, but he really couldn't live anymore.

Rather than being burned alive, it would be better to end one's life happily.

"Suicide? You are not even qualified!"

The fiery red whip fell in response to the sound, as fast and flexible as a snake.

"Shua"

The fiery red whip dexterously wrapped around Yang Qing's left arm.

At this time, Yang Qing didn't have any strength as before, and the only woman stopped her flailing left arm with a long whip.

His left arm was trembling, and he couldn't break free from the shackles of the whip, even if he wanted to die!

"Plop"

The fiery red whip danced, lifting Yang Qing's body and smashing it against the tree trunk.

"How could I let you die so easily?" The voice was clear and full of cruelty.

In her eyes, what was burning was not a living person, but a piece of wood.

"Dissipate the spell! He can't resist." The disciple in white, with soft facial lines and a cruel heart, said in a stifled voice to the people around him.

The eight monks in the air took action at the same time and made their hand seals. On the ground, the burning flames flashed a few times as if they were hit by heavy rain, and then went out with a 'pop' sound.

In less than ten breaths, the tree trunks were burned to dryness and cracked, and black smoke was still rising. The ground was covered with ashes, the rocks changed color, and bottles and jars were scattered all over the ground.

Yang Qing's whole body was pitch black and cracked, like charcoal, charred, and he lost a lot of weight. Only his left arm was relatively intact.

The flames were extinguished, and the charred body was shaking wildly. It was not clear whether it was twitching involuntarily or spasming in pain.

The ten monks in the air put away their magic weapons and landed on the ground. Not long after, the three outer disciples without magic weapons came running from a distance.

"I'm making him unable to live or die. Tell me, how do you plan to repair him next?" The inner disciple said proudly to the people around him.

The injuries to Yang Qing's internal organs and throat are not fatal. If this continues, it will take half a day before he dies. This half-day is the most painful.

"Kill him with one sword. Let's go back and have lunch." The disciple in the medicine garden glanced at the charred Yang Qing on the ground, spread his hands and said.

Monks can achieve fasting by circulating their true energy throughout the day, but for some monks, eating is not only to fill their stomachs, but also a kind of enjoyment.

"Do you fucking want to eat barbecue?" A disciple from the medicine garden next to him grinned, feeling a little disgusted when he smelled the burnt smell in the air.

The eleven people looked relaxed and chatty, and the death of two companions did not make them feel sad for a long time.

These people all came together to curry favor with the inner disciple at Huolingfeng, and they didn't have much friendship with each other.

"Otherwise, paint him with honey and let him feed ants. Haha, it will relieve his anger." The stern young man said happily. The hatred that made him escape in embarrassment that day was always in his heart.

"It will take a lot of effort to find honey. I want to think of something else." The inner disciple waved his hand in denial.

"I have spices here that can replace honey." The female disciple pursed her lips and took out a pink purse embroidered with flowers from her waist.

"Just in time, hey, come and give it to me," the Yinli disciple said in surprise, reaching out to take the purse.

"The slave family won't let you do such a fun thing." The female disciple hid, put her hands on her chest, and said softly.

After saying this, the female disciple, with her waist twisted and excitement on her face, walked towards Yang Qing, who was looking like charcoal and twitching incessantly.

"Hey, why is he moving?" The female disciple walked ten feet away from Yang Qing, stopped, and said in surprise.

"It's okay, it's just a dying struggle." The other disciples who were watching the excitement said nonchalantly and urged.

After being burned like this, what else can you do?

"Hee hee" the female disciple smiled and tore open her purse, poured out the fragrant joke material, and then approached Yang Qing's body to spread the spices.

The group of people were watching quietly, only the sound of gentle footsteps could be heard.

"Ouch..."

Suddenly, a low beast roar sounded, which was full of anger and violent murderous intent.

Before anyone could react, Yang Qing, who was lying on the ground, jumped up like a corpse, leaving only a black shadow as he moved.

"puff"

The unknown female disciple had a dark, cracked claw on her slender back. The claws were long and sharp, reflecting a faint black light.

The female disciple stared blankly at the charcoal in front of her. The pair of sharp fangs were so eye-catching, and the red pupils were so strange.

The withered arms were inserted into the snow-white chest, but there was no trace of pain.

"Ouch..."

Yang Qing let out a low beastly roar, followed by a response and endless violence.

"you…"

The female disciple had never felt such fear before, staring at those strange red eyes with a bloodless face.

"Plop"

The graceful figure was thrown high into the sky. From the beginning to the end, she did not make a single cry.

Yang Qing stopped looking at the dying female disciple and started killing the ten people who were staring at him.

"Royal weapon"

The inner disciples reacted quickly and immediately jumped into the air.

"Ouch..."

Yang Qing's charred body cracked a layer with the roar, and blood flowed out. When he saw the famous disciple's imperial weapon rising into the air, he squatted down and jumped into the air.

"tear"

Like a cheetah stalking a shadow, Yang Qing grabbed the rising inner disciple, used both arms to pull him off.

The inner disciple fell, his body lost balance, and he didn't panic. His palms glowed with red light and he slapped Yang Qing's chest.

Yang Qing ignored the slapping palms, grabbing the opponent's shoulder with one hand, and making a claw-like hand with the other hand, sweeping towards the inner disciple's throat.

Yang Qing arrived first, and before his fiery red palm could touch his chest, his sharp claws opened the inner disciple's throat.

"puff…"

The blood flew out from the cut throat like a spring, streaking across a rainbow-like trail and steaming up.

The inner disciples in the Zifu Realm were beheaded on the spot.

Yang Qing threw the body aside and turned to kill the monks who were in a mess.

"Pfft, pfft"

Yang Qing used two claws in succession, killing the two monks who were about to fly into the air.

"Ouch..."

The blood stained on his paws was steaming hot and emitting a fishy smell. Yang Qing roared, and his pupils became even redder and more eerie.

Yang Qing rushed into the crowd, waving his arms, bringing up pieces of blood.

"Forehead…"

Before a disciple's hand seal was cast and the spell was not completed, a large gash was opened in his chest and his bones were broken.

A long spear with red tassels spun and pierced towards Yang Qing's throat. This disciple wanted to take advantage of the weapon to kill Yang Qing.

"boom"

Without waiting for the spear to approach, Yang Qing stretched out his arm, grasped the barrel of the gun, exerted force on his arm, and the charred muscles collapsed and he rolled it up.

The disciple who was originally running and sprinting lifted his body off the ground and was lifted up by his spear. The barrel of the spear was raised, then dropped quickly, and he was beaten to the ground by his own spear.

"Boom, boom,"

The gun barrels lashed down like raindrops.

"Pfft, vomit"

Before this disciple could understand what was going on, he began to spit out bloody pieces from his mouth.

"Buzz..."

The gun barrel kept moving and swept out. Yang Qing used the long gun as a stick.

The two of them were unable to dodge and were knocked down from the waist. Their hands and feet were unable to stand up.

"Usage Charm"

A weapon-refining disciple wearing a black robe said to the person next to him, took out a piece of talisman paper, poured it into the real energy, and then patted Yang Qing.

"The devil is asking for his life!!"

The other disciple didn't seem to hear him, turned around and ran away with his eyes wide open.

The "bastard" disciple holding the talisman cursed loudly in anger and panic.

"Click"

The disciple who was using the magic talisman took a few steps forward before Yang Qing swung his spear, whistling, and broke his neck with a diagonal blow.

The two disciples jumped into the air and tried to escape. The disciple who shouted "Evil ghost is seeking his life" fell to the ground and ran with all his strength on his hands and feet.

"Ouch..."

Yang Qing roared angrily, and a black shadow passed by. The disciple who was running away on the ground had his cervical vertebra broken, and his head fell back.

Looking at Yang Qing again, he had already leaped into the air and was slashing down. The disciple whose weapon was escaping at the end fell from the sky like a meteorite.

"Ouch..."

The young man in black robe with a stern face fled twenty or thirty feet away with his sword. He looked back and found that he and he were still alive. He felt happy in his heart and took a sip at Yang Qing.

"Whoosh..."

When the young man with a stern expression was about to lift his body up, there was a whistling sound in the air behind him. When he looked back, his eyes widened in horror.

"Pfft, pfft"

The spear shot through the air, penetrated the young man with a stern expression, and nailed it into the trunk of the tree.

The spear continued to tremble, and the entire head of the spear was already submerged into the trunk of the tree. The body of the young man from Lunar Calendar was lifted up by the spear inserted into the trunk. His limbs were hanging limply, his head lowered and staring, his eyes were blank, and warm blood foamed from his mouth.

"Ouch...";