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Chapter 408 The Fall of Chang Jing
"It's the Three Yang True Fire!"

Taoist Zhi Gong murmured to himself: "And there are two auras of the Three Yang True Fire, no, it's three, no, it's four!"

"Is it the 'first day' to start?"

Gan Xing answered.

Wang Ping reacted, dropped the chess piece in his hand, and turned into a stream of light with Yu Lian, blocking the flames falling from the sky. Before the flame could get closer, Yu Lian blew it out in one breath.

"As a coach, don't play the trick of visiting the front line in person!"

The first person to come to Wang Ping was Liu Huaien. He looked at the sky around him warily. He seemed to be protecting Wang Ping.

Then Zhi Gong and Hu Yin appeared next to Wang Ping one after another. While casting spells to block the flames falling from the sky, they looked at the surrounding sky with the same vigilance.

"Don't run around!"

Wang Ping's scolding voice spread from the sky to all directions. These four words he said were to the other three realm monks on his side.

"Yes!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhi Gong and fellow Daoist Wu are on the left and right on guard. Fellow Daoist Gan, you assist fellow Daoist Wu, and fellow Daoist Hu Yin, you assist fellow daoist Zhi Gong."

The military formation below suddenly let out bursts of cheers. In the cheers, the wood spirit energy driven by the dense vegetation in the forest continued to swallow up and neutralize the uncontrolled fire spirit energy. The fire falling from the sky had not yet touched When he reached the ground, he was defeated by the wood spirit energy emanating from the forest.

The four people who were named immediately said "yes" and separated to the left and right.

Tongming and Shanwei moved forward hundreds of feet at once, while Taoist Huaimo was making magic spells. Then, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth resonated with the golden elixir in his body. Then, the world seemed to have some kind of connection with him. , the clouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and the sun's rays scattered across the earth again.

The salamander in her mouth is Ruan Chunzi's spiritual pet Huo Jie.

Wang Ping quickly ordered.

Moreover, the sun's rays are brighter than in summer at this moment, illuminating the world brightly!

"Fellow Taoist Tongming and fellow Taoist Shanwei are on alert from the front. Fellow Taoist Huaimo and fellow Taoist Liu, follow me to fight in all directions. Also, I want to make the sky a little brighter!"

Yu Lian communicates with Wang Ping in the spiritual sea.

"amazing!"

At this time, a protective barrier was raised on the military formation below. Wang Ping took out a handful of gray seeds from his storage bag and scattered them. These seeds quickly landed on the ruins of the Huozhu Forest along with the flowing wood spirit energy. As Wang Ping pressed the magic formula in his hand, a dense forest emerged on top of the dark ruins, and spread along the river in both directions to the east and west, visible to the naked eye.

Wang Ping took a deep breath and knew that this was Wen Yang who was attacking Chang Jing. Then he heard Yu Lian say: "There is also the smell of the salamander. It is very weak, but it is definitely him!"

"There is the breath of Wenyang in the flames."

Gan Xing and Wu Quan looked at each other and turned into a stream of light and appeared next to Wang Ping, followed by Tongming, Huaimo and Shanwei. Shanwei followed Tongming, seemingly monitoring Tongming.

Yulian speaks human words.

Taoist Huaimo smiled at Yu Lian and said, "We have cultivated the universe and heaven and earth."

Wang Ping also felt magical, but he had more important things now. He shifted his gaze from the suddenly powerful sun in the sky to the fiery red sky in front of him. Then, he summoned a golden armored soldier and attached a small part of his consciousness to it. on it. "You continue to be vigilant, I'll go take a look from the front!"

After that, he summoned the three talismans in his soul, controlled the golden-armored soldier to turn into a stream of light and submerged it into the wood spirit's energy, and flew towards the northeast of the main vein of Zhenyang Mountain.

More than ten breaths later, the puppet flew to the sky above the main vein of Zhenyang Mountain with a little bit of Wang Ping's consciousness. He subconsciously glanced down and saw that Sanshui City had already supported the enchantment circle that already existed in the city. There may also be many on the mountain. The aura of the enchantment's magic power should be that of some sects and cities, but the mountains were covered with a thick aura of fire spirits, and part of the consciousness carried by the puppets could not penetrate.

After a short stay, the puppet faced the scorching light and passed directly through the main peak of Zhenyang Mountain. Then dozens of souls landed on the puppet, but no one took action to stop it.

When the puppet flew over Zhenyang Mountain, the high temperature of the air instantly destroyed most of the pigments used to decorate the outer layer of his skin, revealing the bare spirit wood skeleton inside. Above the skeleton was a sophisticated wood spirit array combined with the refined spirit wood. The skeleton is much harder, and the high temperature ahead cannot damage it at all.

The backside of the majestic Zhenyang Mountain has been swallowed up by fire at this moment. The sky is burning and the earth is burning. The high-temperature flames cover everything and the space seems to have been distorted.

On the north side of a river, the rolling river water intertwined with the flowing magma, forming a thick mist. There seemed to be a ferocious pit in the mist. There were waves of monster-like roars coming from the pit, and every roar had a sound. The intense heat and the billowing smoke made the scene look like the doomsday scene described by some cults.

Except for the billowing fog and the roar, everything else in this scene is extremely quiet. In other words, the battle is over and the winner has been decided.

On the left hand side of the puppet, there were three monks on Zhenyang Mountain, headed by Kun Xiu, who was wearing the Taoist robes of the Zhenyang Sect. They looked at the deep pit on the ground in disbelief; and on the right hand side of the puppet, two monks wearing The monk in Linshui Mansion's Taoist robes and the two men in gorgeous clothes also stared at the deep pit on the ground in great surprise.

Opposite the puppet, there are at least ten hot auras. They seem to be hostile to each other, and their positions are very particular. Just when the puppet cast a scrutinizing gaze, several more auras fell on the opposite side of him, but due to the violent fire spirit, The air, thick smoke and mist made it impossible for the puppet to see clearly.

Suddenly, there were four figures moving on both sides of the pit, followed by fierce collisions. They seemed to be fighting. Each collision brought violent fire spirit energy, and the beast-like roars were heard as they fought. It’s time to get sharp!
The battle isn't over yet?

The puppet subconsciously had questions, but soon there were more questions, because someone must have died in the deep pit below.

Who fell?

He felt a little worried.

There are so many people around, but no one has the idea of ​​joining the battle circle. Everyone else is on the sidelines, except Zhenyangshan's side who is a little anxious.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise like something exploding, and the air waves caused by it blew the thick smoke and water mist, forming circles of ripples, and the beast-like sound suddenly stopped.

Afterwards, the four figures clashed several times. During this period, Kun Xiu, who was standing at the front of Zhenyang Mountain, tried to go up several times, but was stopped by Taoist Wenyuan.

Tens of breaths later, the four figures separated. The next moment, two of them landed in front of the three monks in Zhenyang Mountain, while the other two figures let out a loud laugh and flew towards the opposite side of the puppet.

"Wenyang, why is this happening?"

The Kun cultivator from Zhenyang Mountain asked with a cold face. The people who fell in front of the cultivator from Zhenyang Mountain were Wenyang and Ruan Chunzi.

Wenyang may have used the fire spirit too much at this moment. The spiritual pulse in his eyes could not help leaking out, and there were heating flames. There were fire spirit rune lines on the surface of his body, and the beating flames jumped back and forth between these rune lines.

"It's the First Sect. They attacked the master brother!"

"How are you doing, Brother Headmaster?" Taoist Wenyuan and the leader Kun Xiu asked at the same time.

"It has fallen, even the fire spirit sacrificed has been extinguished!"

(End of this chapter)