Chapter 950: Origin (2)


    At this time, the red clouds above his head had already approached the side of the water cloud, and the air was filled with twopletely opposite spiritual powers, cold and hot.


    The waves of the celestial River were thousands of feet high and fell from the top to the bottom, swallowing everything in an instant.


    At this moment, a ‘swish’ sound was heard. In the water, a strong light suddenly shed, and then the red me turned into a terrible fire flow with a ‘boom’, forcing the wave back!


    With the roar of the me, a burning cloud of me shot towards song Qing, who had just flown out of the water. She subconsciously threw the body of the Buddhist cultivator in her hand in the direction of the me.


    In the ‘Hua La La’ sound of water, she once again used the ‘front’mand, her figure shed and appeared in the air, the rolling waves swept under her tail.


    Her eyes fell on arge cloud of mes that almost lit up the sky a thousand feet away. It was wrapped in a tall figure, flying like a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of her.


    “Hahahahaha, it’s better toe at the right time than toe early!” The red-haired man’s arrogantughter came from the cloud of mes. The red-haired man who was originally at the southernmost side had finally arrived.


    The Buddhist cultivator’s corpse was quickly swallowed by the red Cloud he released, but a shocking scene happened.


    This person was already dead, and his soul had been destroyed. Logically speaking, with his death, even if his skin had been cultivated to the point of copper skin and iron bones, it should not be able to withstand the burning of this overbearing me.


    After all, even when this Buddhist cultivator was alive, he had only barely reached the cultivation level of the nascent soul stage.<div>


    However, to song qingxiao and the others ‘surprise, the Buddhist cultivator’s clothes were quickly melted by the mes, but his body remained in the same state as before he died. His body was burned by the mes, but it did not melt.


    “Eh?”


    Not only was song qingxiao surprised, even the red-haired man in the cloud of fire eximed in disbelief.


    The red Cloud stopped about ten meters away from song qingxiao and the giant turtle. The me gradually shrank and retracted, revealing the true face of the man with red hair and beard.


    At this moment, the burly man’s brows were tightly furrowed as he looked at the Buddhist cultivator’s corpse in the air, which was tumbling with the mes, with a puzzled expression.


    He flicked his hands, and another ball of red me shot out from his fingertips.


    As soon as these two mes shot out, the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, and heat waves surged.


    BOOM! BOOM!


    The fire cloud that was burning the Buddhist cultivator’s corpse was bounced off by these two spiritual powers and instantly burned even more. Under the high temperature, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted. The Buddhist cultivator’s corpse rolled back and forth under the heat wave and began to slowly curl up.


    His hands slowly came together, his legs were crossed, and his head drooped down, forming a meditating posture.


    If it wasn’t for the fact that his mark had been removed from the chart, song qingxiao would have thought that he was just ying dead.


    Under the illumination of the fire, his body seemed to be made of steel. It had been calcined at high temperatures and turned into a Jade color. It was as if it was ted with ayer of gold. It rotated 360 degrees with the spirit power and the mes.


    “How is this possible?”


    When the red-haired man saw this scene, he couldn’t help but open his mouth.


    The situation was really strange. He had appeared with a great momentum, but he did not expect to hit a wall on a corpse. His face immediately sank.


    However, this Buddhist cultivator was only a dead person. Even if there was something strange about his corpse, it would not be able to cause any more trouble. He quickly shifted his attention from the Buddhist cultivator’s corpse to song qingxiao.


    “It seems like everyone was wrong.”


    Amidst the rumbling of the mes, the burly man’s hair fluttered in the wind, as if he had be one with the mes. He looked reckless and mboyant, further demonstrating his imposing manner.


    His gaze fell on song Qing’s small body. A long tail was coiled up, holding her body in the air.<div>


    This ce was filled with wolves. The Azure dragon’s corpse was swept up in the waves. It could be imagined that before the red-haired man arrived, a great battle had just urred here, and two trial-takers had already died.


    Song qingxiao had survived several battles. She had killed the purple-eyed boy, who had an overbearing nature of spiritual power. Then, she had killed the five-tailed fox girl, the immortal cultivator, and even the mosquito celestial, who had treated her as food at the beginning, had almost died in her hands. In the end, she had been defeated in a hurry. It was easy to imagine how strong she was. She was far from being as harmless as she had appeared at the beginning. No wonder she had survived to the end.