Chapter 542 The Falling Puppet of the Nether Ancestor

"Roar! Roar!"

As the dragon roar and tiger roar sounded from Lin Heng's body, the faces of all the people of the Fire Clan present froze.

The Fire Clan people who were still laughing wildly a second ago suddenly stopped smiling, and their bodies twisted stiffly and looked down at where Lin Heng was.

Lin Heng, who should have fallen to the ground, was floating less than ten meters above the ground.

On his body, golden light lingered, and the phantom with dragon scales and tiger patterns appeared from time to time.

"What is this?"

"Could it be?"

Yan Juetian was stunned at first, but soon the name of a pill appeared in his mind.

"Dragon-Tiger Destruction Spirit Pill!"

Yan Juetian named this top-level spiritual pill that ranked among the top ten in the Nine Heavens.

Yan Xuanming looked at the dragon scales and tiger patterns that flashed from time to time, and nodded: "It should be correct, it is the Dragon Tiger Destruction Spirit Pill, just like the legend, the dragon scales protect the body, the tiger pattern covers the sky, the roar of the dragon and tiger shakes the sky, and can make people not fall into the underworld, and resurrect from the cycle of death."

But both of them were full of doubts on their faces. How did Lin Heng get this legendary pill?

To refine the Dragon Tiger Destruction Spirit Pill, you need hundreds of millions of years of spiritual herbs, and more than one or two.

Now that the resources in the Nine Heavens are scarce, I am afraid that only the thirteen forces can have the courage to take out hundreds of millions of years of spiritual herbs to refine pills.

Even if their subordinate forces have hundreds of millions of years of spiritual herbs, they will swallow them directly and will never choose to use them for refining pills.

The reason is very simple. There is a chance of failure in refining the pill. Once it fails, everything will be gone.

Given these conditions, where did Lin Heng get the million-year-old spiritual herbs, and who did he find to refine the Dragon-Tiger Destroying Spiritual Pill?

But soon the two of them put these puzzling things behind their minds.

Now is not the time to think about these things. Since Lin Heng has taken the Dragon-Tiger Destroying Spiritual Pill in advance, it means that the attack of the two people just now cannot kill him again.

"What are you afraid of? Since we can kill him once, we can kill him a second time!"

Yan Juetian's good body flew over at this time and said disdainfully.

With the four Hongmeng strongmen joining forces, even without a sneak attack, Lin Heng would never have any chance of winning.

Thinking of this, the other three clones also laughed.

Meanwhile, the disciples of Zhantian Pavilion saw Lin Heng being stabbed by the flaming sword and fell down with his eyes closed.

This scene had already made the disciples cry out in grief.

But when Lin Heng was suspended from the ground, his body was shining with golden light, and dragon scales and tiger patterns appeared all at once.

Now the disciples rekindled their hope.

"The Pavilion Master is fine!"

Ao Lie shouted loudly, and in an instant, tens of thousands of disciples shouted loudly.

"Pavilion Master! Pavilion Master! Pavilion Master..."

The sound of hope gathered from countless shouts reached Lin Heng's ears and penetrated deep into Lin Heng's soul.

The surrounding scenes appeared in Lin Heng's mind in three dimensions.

The rolling of sand and gravel seemed to escape from the fear of the battle just now.

The howling of the wind seemed to be infected by the disciples of Zhantian Pavilion, and it cheered for Lin Heng.

From the hearts of the disciples of Zhantian Pavilion, a ball of light flashing with a faint light flew out and floated on Lin Heng's body.

Lin Heng, floating in the air, activated the Dragon and Tiger Destruction Spirit Pill, and the majestic energy quickly surged from his body. The original seventh-grade Tianzun's cultivation also began to soar rapidly.

The changes around him and the power of the disciples' prayers for him made Lin Heng step into that mysterious perception again.

"Not good, this kid is afraid that he wants to take the opportunity to break through the Hongmeng Realm in one fell swoop."

Yan Juetian's evil body shouted coldly.

In such a thing, the four clones would naturally not let Lin Heng do what he wanted.

"Die!"

Yan Juetian's evil right hand condensed a terrifying fire source energy, turned into a fireball, and threw it down at Lin Heng below.

The fireball was like a fiery lightning, whooshing into the sky. The fireball

was extremely fast, and when Ao Lie and others found it, it was too late to rescue Lin Heng.

Thousands of meters! Hundreds of meters! Ten meters...

The fireball was getting closer and closer to Lin Heng, and everyone in Zhantian Pavilion was worried at this moment.

"Master, wake up!"

Ao Lie rushed over with all his strength. Although he knew he couldn't catch up, he still made the last effort.

Ao Lie's shouting did not wake Lin Heng up, and the fireball was less than five meters away from him at this moment.

'Huh! '

A black shadow suddenly appeared in the air above Lin Heng.

"Underworld Ancestor Puppet!"

Ao Lie recognized the other party's identity at a glance.

From the time the Fire Clan attacked until now, the Nether Ancestor Puppet has not appeared, and has not even participated in the operation of the formation.

It was the Nether Ancestor Puppet who received Lin Heng's order to secretly protect the people of Zhan Tiange.

The previous time Lin Heng was ambushed, it was because the opponent's good body was hidden in the origin of fire, and the Nether Ancestor Puppet failed to detect it.

This time, when Lin Heng was about to be injured, the Nether Ancestor Puppet reacted immediately.

"Boom!"

The fireball, which was only the size of a fist, hit the Nether Ancestor Puppet head-on. The huge explosion released a gorgeous mushroom cloud. Although the Nether Ancestor Puppet's body was as hard as a fifth-grade Tianzun Yuanbao, it still seemed very fragile under the attack of the powerful people in the Hongmeng Realm.

The flames devoured his body in an instant, gradually burning his blood and bones.

The price that the Nether Ancestor Puppet paid for blocking this attack was that it was completely burned by the origin of fire.

Ao Lie was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

He knew that the Nether Ancestor Puppet had resisted the attack of the Ninth Rank Heavenly Venerable and only suffered skin and flesh injuries, but not any injuries to its bones.

But just now, under the attack of the palm-sized fireball, even its bones and muscles were burned in an instant.

But after a brief shock, Ao Lie gritted his teeth and planned to rush forward again.

Knowing that he would die if he rushed forward, Ao Lie still did not hesitate at all.

However, a big hand suddenly rested on his shoulder when Ao Lie was about to leave.

"Leave this to me."

"If I die, you and the disciples will be Lin Heng's last line of defense."

Sun Yuan's calm voice sounded, and then a figure flashed past Ao Lie and rushed forward.

Sun Yuan, who was in seclusion, felt the movement outside and rushed out at the first moment.

It was a pity that in this short period of time, he had not been able to completely refine the majestic energy in the spiritual herbs, and only barely reached the level of the seventh-grade Tianzun.

Sun Yuan came not far from Lin Heng, looking at him in a mysterious state. In the inherited memory, Sun Yuan understood what Lin Heng was going through at the moment.

"Lin Heng, it was you who brought me out of the turbulent sand sea."

"The time I spent wandering with you was also the happiest time in my long life."

"If I die here today, and take my will to the peak, I will accompany you to witness the arrival of the peak."

Sun Yuan said these few words lightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes, and then flew rapidly upwards, and in a blink of an eye he arrived in the air at the same height as the four clones.