Boom!


    The fire beast tore and waved its claws to disperse the body of the ice dragon. But I didn''t expect that the ice dragon was not an entity.


    The scattered cold current suddenly covered the huge body of the beast and turned into a dragon again. Like a python catching prey, it entangled it and tried to strangle it.


    Boo, boo, boo


    The impact of cold ice and fire immediately reverberated in the hall, like the rolling transpiration of boiling water burned by fire, or the low mourning of cold ice extinguishing the flame.


    The fire beast roared vigorously and collided back and forth in the hall, trying to smash and throw down the ice dragon wrapped around his body. The whole hall trembled violently, and even the hard red wall seemed to have been hit with cracks.


    However, the ice dragon suddenly gathered and scattered as if it were conscious. Where it hit, it immediately turned into a liquid cold current. When the beast left the wall, it materialized again, tightly wound and strangled the beast''s body.


    Before long, the fire on the beast became darker and darker, and finally went out slowly. On the way of running, suddenly his forelimbs softened and fell to the ground, sobbing and moaning low.


    Zhang Han opened his mouth and smiled softly. He raised his hand and took out an object from his arms to urge Zhenyuan. The object turned into a red light and flew over the head of the beast.


    "This... This is xuanhuojian! You are Zhang Han of Qingyun gate!"


    Although xuanhuojian was wrapped by the fire and couldn''t see it very clearly, the old man still recognized it at a glance and couldn''t help staring at his eyes with an expression of seeing a ghost.


    On the other side, the flame beast felt the familiar warm breath on his head. I don''t know where the strength came from, he slowly stood up and roared. Even if he didn''t understand the language, Zhang Han could feel the joy revealed in the roar.


    "Now I found my identity, and your reaction is too slow!" Zhang Han continued to urge xuanhuojian and untied the bondage of the ice dragon.


    The clumsy flame pattern in the center of the xuanhuojian burst out red light, shining on the body of the beast and on the ferocious God over the beast.


    Suddenly, everything calmed down.


    Ferocious gods and monsters are like swallows returning to their nests. They turn into fire red light and are absorbed by xuanhuojian. The whole hall was suddenly dark, which seemed a little darker than when Zhang hanchu came.


    The bitter cold ice scattered around and collided with the billowing heat wave from the center of the hall. Bursts of fog rose in the field, cold and hot, which was very uncomfortable.


    The old man narrowed his eyes and felt a blur in front of him. He couldn''t really see it, but his hatred was surging in his eyes. He burst out a fierce light like a ferocious God and ghost.


    He raised his hands, and a hot to white flame appeared in his hands. Under the urging of Zhenyuan, he combined it into a fire dragon and rushed into the fog.


    Although the fire was bright, it could not penetrate the dense water mist. With the naked eye, only a bright fire shadow rolled and surged in mid air. Where they passed, the water mist was like a frightened little animal, dispersed and evaporated by the rolling heat wave.


    "The dance of ice, the eagle strikes the sky!"


    Zhang Han suddenly bent down, holding a crescent shaped ring like an ice dragon''s giant tail in his left hand, bombarded the ground. In an instant, the red rock ground burst out bursts of amazing cold, and hundreds of half meter thick ice cones quickly pricked out from the ground, walls and even roofs.


    The old man''s face changed greatly. He quickly flew into the air, raised his hand to recall the galloping fire dragon, and whirled around his feet. In a moment, all the ice cones stabbed out at his feet melted into water mist.


    The cold and hot water mist seemed to be thicker, and the light dimmed.


    "Two, hang in cold ice!"


    Zhang Han held the knife in his right hand and cut out in front of him.


    The surging spirit pressure surged like a river, roared down, and suddenly turned into an extremely cold air to invade the ice cone. Stimulated by spiritual pressure, the dense ice cones immediately broke away from the ground and walls, like an arrow from the string, and shot out.


    Facing the ice cones from all directions, the old man dared not neglect it. He hurriedly encouraged Zhenyuan. The fire around his body became more violent and hot, forming a circle of fire wall to protect his whole body.


    Boom, boom, boom


    Dense ice cones burst into the fire like pear flowers in a rainstorm. Every meter ahead, it will be burned and transpiration by the hot high temperature. When all the five meter long ice cones are submerged in the flame, they have turned into liquid water and fell powerlessly on the ground.


    However, there are hundreds of ice cones, almost countless. Like a warrior who died with regret, wave after wave plunged into the fire.


    Fire can evaporate three or five ice cones, but it can''t evaporate dozens or hundreds of ice cones in a short time. Even if the old people urge Zhenyuan to the extreme, they can''t stop the drop of temperature, let alone the approaching ice cone.


    The flame surrounding the body is getting smaller and smaller, and the temperature is getting lower and lower.


    Suddenly came a few dull sounds, the flame flickered a few times and went out completely. I saw the old man spray blood at his mouth and be pierced by four or five ice cones. He was still standing upright with one breath.


    "You... No, you must... Die!"


    Looking at Zhang Han, who was holding the ice wheel pill in his hand and getting closer and closer, the old man opened his mouth hard, trembled and said the last word, and there was no sound at all.


    In the silent hall, only the strange stone of the final heart refracts the faint red light. The surrounding temperature rises slowly again under the erosion of the hot air flow under the ground.


    Poop!


    Zhang Han waved, untied the ice wheel pill and pulled out the ice cone on the old man. The old man''s body fell to the ground and made a dull sound, echoing low in the hall.


    "If the curse is useful, why do you have to practice? Let''s jump the great God!"


    Zhang Han sneered and raised his left hand. The dark magic pouring into the hall was taken away by him. The huge stone walls and ground rotating like gears have returned to their original positions, as silent as when they came. Only the cracks on the wall seem to tell something.


    There is a mirror space isolated in the main hall. Although the battle is fierce, there is no breath leaking out. Not to mention the burning incense Valley in the distance, even the Jiuwei Tianhu imprisoned on the third floor could not detect the battle below.


    Zhang Han flew up, took a few steps in the air, and entered the second floor from the broken round hole above his head.


    Looking up, it was dark around, and only one and a half person high stone pillars emitted a little light, which attracted his eyes.


    The whole stone pillar is quite different from the red rock below, and there is a slight coolness between the tentacles.


    The stone pillars are constantly changing colors, sometimes reddish, sometimes cyan, sometimes emerald... They are colorful and beautiful! It looks like a common neon lamp in modern cities, but the stone pillar in front of us is naturally formed. It''s amazing.