Huo Rong's weakened aura at this time was not temporary.

Behind this powerful magic power, the price the monks have to pay is equally huge.

With his cultivation level of half-step through the tribulation realm, combined with 70% of his body's essence and blood, he was able to complete the terrifying method.

This made Huo Rong extremely heartbroken. Only the blood and soul of Qin Cheng could make up for the resentment in his heart today.

Facing the incoming golden dragon, Huo Rong raised his fingers like dead branches with a face filled with resentment.

"To kill you, I'll start by destroying the Taoist Immortal Technique that you are most proud of!"

Huo Rong Void is under one finger.

Whoosh!

These demon brats screamed like babies and rushed towards the golden dragon.

But facing the burning fire outside the dragon's body, these demon brats were not afraid at all.

Flying onto the giant dragon, he opened his sharp mouth full of fangs and started to eat.

The golden dragon was furious, waving its tail continuously and spitting dragon breath from its mouth.

It repels the little ghosts one after another, but it cannot kill them completely. After these little ghosts retreat, they will rush towards you again.

Tens of thousands of palm-sized devils surrounded the golden dragon, constantly gnawing at it.

That kind of crackling sound made the monks who heard it feel chills in their hearts and their pores stood up.

"What on earth are these little devils? They are not even afraid of immortal magic."

Qin Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the crazy devouring brats, Qin Cheng felt a strong sense of danger in his heart.

The magic power that Huo Rong displayed was not only something he had never seen before, but it was also extremely powerful.

"If this golden dragon is destroyed, it will be your turn next."

Huo Rong had a ferocious smile on his face, and he was not surprised at all by the methods of these devilish brats.

After all, it was a secret skill that he had gained with humiliation and self-esteem.

More than a hundred years ago, as a genius deep in the Northern Territory, I proudly embarked on that mysterious journey.

Before that, Huo Rong had always been invincible in this area of ​​the Northern Territory, whether it was Shi Siming and others in the Jihuo Sect or the geniuses of other sect families.

Huo Rong has always felt that he is one of the strongest geniuses in the continent.

But when he got there, along the way, and saw countless geniuses who were no less than or even better than him, his pride and dignity were gradually worn away and obliterated.

Within a hundred years, geniuses continued to fall to death, and some geniuses could not bear it anymore and left.

There are many people among them who surpass themselves, but Huo Rong can endure it, let him be beaten, scolded and humiliated, and would rather live like a dog.

It wasn't until a hundred years ago that he was glanced at by the powerful man who came.

He was filled with joy and hoped to be favored by the strong man on that side.

However, the strong man only said two words to him indifferently.

"Too weak."

With just one glance, Huo Rong was thrown out of the area.

What a hundred years have brought in return is this cold fragment of magic power.

The magic power is nameless and has been deliberately erased.

It was as if he was worried that if he used it, he would tarnish the power of this magic technique.

This was Huo Rong's lifelong shame and he never wanted to mention it.

When he left, he had the intention of throwing away this magic skill to show his arrogance.

But with the last trace of good breath left, he opened the first page of the magic jade slip, and he could no longer bear to throw it away.

Because this magic skill is so powerful, even if the other party treats it as rubbish and as a reward for being used like a dog for hundreds of years, it is still stronger than any method that I have practiced.

He had practiced this technique as a life-saving technique, but he had never used it.

Because every time I use it, it reminds me of that unbearable past.

But in order to kill Qin Cheng, he no longer cared about anything.

"Deploy a formation? Let me see what formation you set up that can stop this devil's devouring technique!"

Huo Rong looked coldly down at Qin Cheng, who was carving the formation pattern with a solemn expression, and stretched out his hand to point directly downward.

The devoured fire dragon turned into a cloud of smoke and dispersed. Tens of thousands of little ghosts screamed again and rushed towards Qincheng crazily.

"Qin King Body!"

Qin Cheng's face remained calm, and the shadow of King Qin appeared again.

At the same time, above the ground, the formations were formed, and white mist filled the air.

The huge illusory figure punched the kid hard.

However, like the fire dragon, these imps will be repelled, but they seem to be never injured and pounce again.

When they landed on the ancestral shadow, they opened their mouths and bit them as if they were eating the fire dragon.

Weird, these little guys are just too weird.

It is obviously formed by the condensed atmosphere of extreme yin, but it is not afraid of fire.

There is obviously a physical presence, but it is not afraid of being crushed by force and will not be injured.

Qin Cheng's body was in pain, and he raised his eyebrows suddenly.

The ancestral shadow is not like the fire dragon, which is my own condensed immortal magic, but a part of my own body refining technique.

If the ancestral shadow is damaged, your own body will also be severely damaged.

For example, when the head of the Shi family attacked and the phantom shattered last time, he originally suffered a backlash, but it was only because the phantom mutated and turned into countless fragments that merged into his body that he was not seriously injured at that time.

But these little ghosts are eating them, so I don't dare to bet that the shadow of my ancestors will change.

There was thick white mist on the ground, and Qincheng suddenly flew up at extremely fast speeds.

Tens of thousands of little ghosts were chasing behind him, like a black cloud, and they were equally fast and followed closely.

"Swordsmanship!"

Looking at the chasing brats behind him, Qin Cheng waved his hand fiercely.

Since this power-based method is useless, try something sharper.

Three thousand fairy swords suddenly flew out of the void and turned into three thousand rainbows, shooting towards the little ghost like falling rain.

Puff puff puff!

Qin Cheng's pupils shrank, and he could clearly see that these sharp swords instantly penetrated the kid's body.

However, the fairy sword did not leave any traces on them after traveling through time.

Those sword marks disappeared quickly, as if they didn't exist.

"These weird little ghosts are like liquids. The sword can cut off the river, but when the sword energy disappears, the rivers will merge together again." Qin Cheng frowned.

"Then let's try again if we can use the soul to attack."

Turning his palm, the magic whip appeared in his hand and swept behind him sharply.

The slender magic whip swept across the sky, and dozens of imps were whipped away in an instant.

However, this time, although many little devils screamed and flew out, the whip did not penetrate their bodies.

Moreover, after these little ghosts flew out, they shook their heads, flew out again, and rejoined the large army.

It seems that even if he is attacked by spiritual consciousness, he is still unharmed.

You know, Huo Yue was whipped dozens of times by Qin Cheng before, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't fly, but these brats were unscathed.

Afterwards, Qin Cheng used the Demon Emperor's Palm, Flame Emperor's Finger, and even the Poison Technique, but all of them were of no use.

"Where did this Huo Rong learn this weird technique?"

It cannot be broken, cannot be pierced, and cannot be scattered.
Chapter completed!