When the yellow talisman was attached to the legs of the hills wearing Taoist robe, he ran in the forest and returned to the mountain village.

The whole mountain village was silent.

The smoke from cooking was broken long ago.

"ah--"

The hill, or the fire, roared wildly, tears flowed in its eyes.

Zhao Yang looked at the heartbroken fire in silence.

The day after the fire left, there was no food in the mountain village.

The last few men went to hunt in the forest and never came back.

Zhao Yang followed them and watched them sit exhausted under a cliff and never get up again.

Zhao Yang returned to the mountain village and watched the wind and snow falling, completely annihilated the last wisp of smoke from cooking.

"You have seen it all, right?" Liehuo raised his head, not knowing whether he said to Zhao Yang or to himself.

He dug a big hole in the threshing ground and buried everyone in it.

Returning to the sect's sect, he knelt in front of the old Taoist.

Zhao Yang stood beside him and watched the old Taoist hand him a thin book.

"Fire Fire Sword Art".

Liehuo held the sword technique in both hands, kowtowed to the old Taoist, and then turned around and left.

Sitting cross-legged in his room, Liehuo turned on the sword technique.

In addition to the figures flying with swords, there are also lines of small characters on this sword technique.

"Read it to me." Liehuo spread out the book and whispered.

Zhao Yang looked at the words on the book and read aloud: "The world has just begun to bloom, the world is burning, and the sun is hanging in the sky..."

As Zhao Yang prayed, the fire flashed, a long sword in his hand flew, and his body kept flowing.

A set of "Fire Fire Sword Art" is displayed in front of Zhao Yang, as if a heavenly fire passed down from ancient times, burning through time and time.

"boom--"

A monster that was slashed into two pieces by the flame-filled sword light.

"Dong!"

A fire dragon dozens of feet long flew, melting all the snow in the surrounding mountains and forests.

Zhao Yang followed Liehuo, watching him holding a long sword in his hand, arousing thousands of flames, step by step from body refining to qi refining, from foundation building to golden elixir.

In this process, the world is getting colder and colder, and the space for humans to survive is getting smaller and smaller.

Everyone kept retreating, and most of them died on the road to migration.

At this time, Liehuo had become the strongest person in the sect. He took the tokens given to him by the old Taoist and went to the gathering of practitioners in the Northern Region.

"Three hundred years ago, the Dragon King of North Binhai was injured by the universal master. In order to heal the wound, it entrenched in the center of the Northern Region, changed the laws of heaven and earth, and turned the Northern Region into an ice domain. If this demon king is not eliminated, the human race in the Northern Region will be extinct."

A tall sword cultivator shouted loudly, his body full of qi and blood, and his spiritual power rose like smoke.

"Sword Master, the North Binhai Sea Monster King Ao Sheng has a great cultivation level, and it is not something we can deal with." A cultivator in a black robe stood up and hesitated, "Immortals like the Universal Great Lord have all fallen, what can we do?"

"I look down on you demon cultivators the most. They shouted that the demon king came to the world, but I didn't have any responsibility." Liehuo stood up and looked at the demon cultivator with contempt.

"This is true. The world is like hell. If we can't fight, will we really wait for the Ming King to settle the world?" A monk wearing a bright yellow cassock said loudly.

After a noisy moment, the sword master in the upper head waved his hand and pressed: "From today, the Northern Region Sword Cultivators will form an alliance, and the demon king will not be eliminated, and the sword will not return to the sheath!"

As his voice fell, countless sword lights rose up and rushed straight to the center of the Northern Region.

Zhao Yang finally saw the real appearance of the snow-capped mountain.

A towering ice and snow-capped mountain peak, with a five-clawed demon dragon circling on it.

The dragon is thousands of feet long, squints his eyes, and every time he breathes, a lot of ice and snow are exhaled.

"roar--"

Seeing countless sword lights coming, the demon dragon opened his eyes and roared.

The flowing clouds in the sky shattered, and countless streams of light shot out, tearing the bodies of many sword cultivators apart.

"Ji Liusheng, you dare to challenge me!"

The dragon roared wildly, and opened its mouth and spit out a torrent of frost. The frost stained the sword weapon, and the sword weapon shattered, stained the body, and the body turned into an ice sculpture.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

With a Buddha's name, a glaring Vajra phantom soared into the sky, and formed a clear king seal in his hand and smashed it down hard.

"Bang--"

A corner of the towering snow-capped mountain was smashed into pieces.

The demon dragon swept away its long tail, and the shadow of the Vajra was swept off.

"If the true body of King Ming comes, I will turn around and leave. With your knowledge of Taoism, it is not enough!" The demon dragon roared wildly, opened his mouth and sucked several golden figures into his mouth.

"You Buddhist practices taste really good. At least your soul is pure, and this relic is delicious as a snack." The demon dragon grinned and waved his dragon claws to take pictures of all the approaching practitioners.

"The demon dragon died—"

The sword master waved the long sword in his hand, and a golden light cut the snow mountain under the Dragon King into two pieces.

"Ji Liusheng, you are looking for death!" The demon dragon roared in panic, and saw the snow-capped mountains collapse and several scars on the demon dragon's body cracked.

The demon dragon roared to the sky, countless icy auras between the sky and the earth condensed, and the entire northern region was covered with ice.

Fire held a long sword in his hand, roared loudly, and his body turned into a pillar of light, and endless flames descended.

Unfortunately, the fire quickly melted under the pressure of the cold aura.

"Hey, since my northern region was separated from the Tianxuan World, the human race above has suffered all the hardships. Today, I, Ji Liusheng, opened a part of the world for my human race to comfort the people--" The sword master sighed to the sky, and stretched forward with the long sword in his hand, and the whole world was split in half.

Then he reached out and grabbed a dark stone in his hand.

"Northern Region, Sword Cultivator, Ji Liusheng's Tomb." He reached out and engraved these words, then threw the stone tablet into the sky, and his figure faded away.

The stone tablet fell in the void, and there was a three-meter-long tomb below, with green grass swaying.

"Haha, since the sword master is willing to suppress the demon dragon with his body, why should I be afraid of this body?" A tall monk put his hands together, strode forward, sat cross-legged, and a tomb pressed down from him.

Taoist.

Demonic cultivator.

Sword cultivator.

Tombs are set up one by one, connected together, becoming the last verdant land between this world.

The demon dragon's body became lower and lower, and kept roaring, but was slowly pressed down.

"The Beibin Sea Demon Clan obeys the orders and come quickly to help me escape from the trap!" The demon dragon shouted, and countless demon clans rushed from the sea.

"Get out of trouble? Ao Sheng, you will never have the chance to get out of trouble!"

At this moment, a calm voice sounded and a practitioner wearing a white robe appeared.

"Universal, are you not dead?"

The demon king looked at the person in front of him in horror and exclaimed in surprise.

"The master of killing the demon king, ascending to the throne of immortals, and seeing the prosperity of the world is worthy of one's life!" Every time the universal great master said, he turned his body forward. After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and pressed it on the head of the demon dragon.

"I'm not willing to give up. You never want to enslave my soul!" The demon dragon roared angrily, his scales spread out, and countless blood and blood flew out.

"I want my blood to flow on the earth, and you will never have a chance to get it!"

"Bang--"

The body of the demon dragon was broken into several pieces, the largest of which was left under countless tombs. The universal great master flew away with his dragon head.
Chapter completed!