The old man circled around Shan He, either walking quickly, leaping, flying into the air, or suddenly changing his posture and turning behind Shan He to pat him on the shoulder.

Shanhe became even more angry, feeling that the old man was playing a trick on him.

He brought his "Thousand Corpses Transformation" to the extreme. This time, not only were his eyes red and his fists burning with flames, but his entire body was wrapped in a ball of red flames.

Then, his whole body turned into a red cannonball and rushed towards the old man, and his big fist slammed into the old man's head.

Thousands of corpses come back to life!

The stronger the flame burns, the more intense the sinister aura becomes.

If you touch it, you will die; if you touch it, you will be injured.

Even if you are just scratched by the cold poison, a piece of skin and flesh may be frostbitten.

The strange thing is that when faced with such a killing move, the old man who had been avoiding a frontal battle stopped, stood there and looked at the mountains and rivers rushing towards him, and said in a deep voice: "You can practice such vicious kung fu.

...It seems that I usually kill a lot of people..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Yes, he just stretched out his right hand casually.

A dry, yellowish, ordinary right hand.

Then, Shanhe's huge fist burning with red flames fell into his hand.

Very strange feeling.

On the surface, it looks like a child's hand grabbing an adult's fist.

However, the skin color and texture of the little hands were so old, they looked like wood that was about to wither.

Mountains and rivers suddenly became unable to move.

He couldn't pull his fist back, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained suddenly.

Shanhe's pupils swelled, and he looked at the old man with a look of disbelief on his face, looking at the hand holding his fist.

What kind of kung fu is this? What kind of magic did he cast?

"Originally I wanted to see if Xinxing's skills had improved, but now it seems like they are just that...all kinds of crooked things have come out."

The old man sighed softly and said, "Then I can't keep you."

As he spoke, the old man's hand that clenched his fist gently exerted force.

boom.......

The red flames on Shanhe's body suddenly surged several feet, as if someone had poured a large bucket of gasoline on the fire.

In order to kill the old man, he had already made full use of the yin and yang energy in his body.

Under the old man's blessing again, the yin and yang energy in his body had reached the critical point of exploding.

The flames burned fiercely, but this time it did not hurt others, but brought pain to Shanhe himself.

He couldn't bear the fierce and vicious energy, and he roared and wailed, rolling and twisting on the ground like a clown.

Soon, his body stopped moving.

Lying in the mud, silent and silent.

He used phosphorus fire to practice this evil skill, but was eventually killed by this evil fire.

I have to say, this is a huge irony.

He should be laughed at more than if he held the golden pagoda in his hand and had his head cut off by a Tang bandit...

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