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Flames immediately ignited on Yang He's body, but his was red.

Zhao Yushu also ran towards Yang He at the first opportunity. The short distance of more than ten steps only took him a breath of time at his terrifying speed. In this breath, from the time he started to the time he stopped, the air he exhaled was full of white mist.

Zhao Yushu raised his arm and felt a burning pain, and even a few blisters appeared.

Extremely hot and extremely cold, is this the Vajra Flame Forest of the West?

Only one of the eight cold forests in the cemetery appeared and left him at a loss. Zhao Yushu didn't believe that the master of the cemetery couldn't attack all eight forests at the same time.

Zhao Yushu was helplessly convinced that although the Lord of the Cemetery was also in the inner realm of Joyful Bodhisattva, he was not only one or two levels higher than him. Up to now, the Lord of the Cemetery was just playing with him. If he really wanted to take action, he and Lao Yang would have died long ago.

Picked the wrong opponent.

Standing next to Yang He, the coldness was somewhat dispelled, but beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead due to the heat. If this continued, Old Yang might be able to hold on for a while, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for long before becoming a roasted pig.

"Cold?"

The Lord of the Cemetery widened his three round eyes, seeming to be very concerned.

"Then I'll burn a bigger one."

The blue flame suddenly grew larger, and the coldness and heat in the air once again grew simultaneously against common sense. Zhao Yushu shuddered violently, and the burning sensation on his body became even worse, and his throat seemed to be smoking.

"on!"

If we drag it on, we will be dead. We must take the initiative.

"How to fight!"

Yang He followed closely behind, and the two black robes spun into a black vortex in mid-air.

"Tell her to stop hiding!"

Zhao Yushu held Madam Xu's handle.

According to what happened just now, the Lord of the Cemetery Forest would not hide, and would even be happy to take their attack head-on, but Zhao Yushu felt that he would not do so this time.

When Ge Lao was chasing Mo'er, he had to stop when he saw Madam Xu behind him. Although the Lord of the Cemetery Forest was strong, Zhao Yushu didn't think she was stronger than Ge Lao.

As expected, three eyeballs looked at Zhao Yushu's hand at the same time, even though Madam Xu had not yet unsheathed her sword.

"Stop her!"

She was scared, and Zhao Yushu was delighted. Yang He suddenly jumped forward, retracted his sword, and made a mysterious gesture with his hands, directly grabbing the arms of the Lord of the Cemetery.

The small grappling technique handed down from the Yang family in Jiangnan.

With a cracking sound, Yang He let out a muffled groan, but his movements remained unchanged. However, his left arm had been broken.

For the first time, the Lord of the Cemetery took the initiative to fight back when someone attacked her.

She was indeed scared.

Madam Xu drew her sword, and it flashed a cold light that shouldn't have existed in the dark night, and even the ice-blue flames of the cold forest were subsided.

Before coming in, Zhao Yushu held Avalon and let Yang He chop him many times, accumulating the power for counterattack that he could hardly control.

With Madam Xu superimposed on Avalon, Zhao Yushu is confident that he can kill any of the outer scene masters with one sword, and he can even gamble his life on the inner scene.

As for whether he would die after stabbing the Lord of the Cemetery, Zhao Yushu did not consider this. If he killed, he would die; if he did not kill, he would die too. There was no need to think so much.

Madam Xu's sword pointed directly at the third eye of the Lord of the Cemetery.

If she had a weakness, this would be it.

A human skull suddenly appeared in the air and smashed towards Mrs. Xu, then turned into broken bones on the ground.

Zhao Yushu's head suddenly hurt, as if it had been stabbed by something extremely sharp. His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground from mid-air.

Yang He screamed, and the arms that were wrapped around the Lord of the Cemetery fell down limply, and the whole person slowly fell to the ground.

"What a powerful sword! It actually destroyed one of my magical instruments."

The Lord of the Cemetery sighed as he looked at the only piece of bone stick left in his hand. The skull on it had been smashed to pieces by Madam Xu.

The veins on Zhao Yushu's forehead were exposed and his brain was suffering from unimaginable pain. Madam Xu failed in the end, but she did not expect that destroying the magic weapon would also cause harm to herself. Lao Yang was also knocked down. After the two top outdoor masters joined forces, the final result was just destroying one of the opponent's magic weapons.

How can it be so strong?

"Are you still going to fight? If not, I will have to take you two in."

The Lord of the Cemetery stretched out a hand and casually threw Yang He next to Zhao Yushu. A bone bowl appeared out of thin air, and there seemed to be liquid shaking inside.

The severe pain in Zhao Yushu's brain made his vision flickering, and the earth kept spinning, but he still forced himself to crawl a few steps, grabbed Yang He's clothes, and reached for Avalon with his other hand.

There was no way. She was too strong, stronger than he could imagine. Maybe she was really afraid of Madam Xu, but Madam Xu had no chance of meeting her.

Take Lao Yang away.

Take Lao Yang into Avalon first.

The Lord of the Cemetery was looking at the two young geniuses lying on the ground. No expression could be seen on their skulls. Because they had no eyelids, their three big eyeballs couldn't even blink. It was impossible to imagine what they were thinking.

Perhaps she didn't think about anything, she just turned the bone bowl over, and the liquid inside dripped slowly like glue.

The water fell very slowly, and the trailing thread was like glue. Even in mid-air, it was still connected to the liquid in the bowl. The speed was so slow that it felt like watching a movie at a different speed, and it was still 0.1x speed.

Zhao Yushu didn't know what would happen if this drop of water fell, but his hand was not far from Avalon. Judging from the speed of the water drop, he should be able to make it in time.

Woo!

Suddenly, a dull and loud horn sounded in the camp. The Lord of the Cemetery raised the bone bowl, and the drop of water was taken back out of thin air.

what happened?

Zhao Yushu glanced at Yang He, and the other person's eyes were also full of confusion.

The earth seemed to be shaking. Zhao Yushu might not be familiar with this shaking, but Yang He's expression had changed.

Zhao Yushu's hand was only a finger's distance away from Avalon. No matter what, he had to hide inside first and then think of a way.

With a loud bang, the corpses on the ground were suddenly shattered, and the Vajra Flame Forest disappeared in an instant. The surrounding scenery changed like a filter and instantly returned to its state before the war.

It was as if they had just traveled to another time and space.

Zhao Yushu blinked and stopped his hand that was reaching out to Avalon.

There were only him and Yang He in front of him, and the Lord of the Cemetery had disappeared.

I didn't even see when she disappeared.

The mountain god tried his best to restore Zhao Yushu's condition, so that he and Yang He, whose arms were broken, could finally sit up with each other's support.

"What happened? I feel like I'm dreaming."

Yang He shook his head: "I don't know, it should be the Tibetans' horn to send out troops, but why would they send out troops in the middle of the night? Even if they did, why would the Lord of the Cemetery Forest be in such a hurry to leave? Unless..."

Zhao Yushu suddenly realized: "Unless you want me to ask you something, please say thank you quickly."

Yang He rolled his eyes at him and said, "Should we find a safe place to talk first?"

The two men stood up grunting, Zhao Yushu was still dizzy, and Yang He's two arms were literally sloppy, running one after the other into the darkness outside the camp.

Standing on a small hillside, Zhao Yushu looked at the torches not far away and swallowed his saliva: "Now I know what you are looking for."