Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

At this moment, exploring what went wrong, how the other party went and returned, and realized that Wang Hu's existence was meaningless.

Zhu Kuang, who is high in the sky, wears fire-scale armor, flaming wings on his back, and holding a flaming spear.

The power of the ninth order is comparable to Yuan Ying and Ghost King.

In the perception of the Jiang people, it was as if Tian Tian Haori fell into the ground, and the high temperature not only roasted the flesh, but also burned the soul.

"boom…"

Trees, grass and vines burned instantly.

The realm of the great **** clan has become a sea of ​​flames.

Thousands of people died in a trance, and almost no children under the age of two were spared.

"receive!"

Don't ask for a low drink, and turned into a line of fire to rush towards Zhu Kuang. As he flew away, the surrounding flames were thrown towards him.

The line of fire instantly burned the sky.

"Ok?"

Zhu Kuang raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but sneer on his face:

"Playing with fire in front of me, I don't know whether to live or die!"

He didn't care about the life and death of ordinary people. Just now he just acted casually and forced Moqiu and others to be the goal.

As for the Jiang people...

Just ants!

As a ninth-order imperial dragon envoy, Zhu Kuang has already drawn a clear line with the human race, and he recognizes himself as a dragon descendant, and he doesn't care about the act of asking for help.

As he spoke, his spear flicked, and circles of flames emerged out of thin air.

The flame was blue outside and white inside, trembling slightly.

Upon closer inspection, the extreme high temperature seemed to have begun to distort the void, and the power of the five elements turned into flame fuel.

Mo Qiu squinted his eyes, did not continue to approach, and pushed forward with one hand.

Burning Tianyan Fire Curse!

"boom!"

After the Advanced Nascent Soul, his fire-controlling bloodline increased, and his spirit thoughts skyrocketed several times, and his heart moved at will when he controlled it.

Thoughts together.

A cloud of mushrooms formed by the gathering of dozens of spiritual fires appeared in the air, and the scorching heat swept across the sky for dozens of miles.

The clouds evaporate instantly.

The sky suddenly disappeared.

"Peng!"

A figure quickly pierced through the mushroom cloud, his body flickering with fire-scale armor, and Zhu Kuang's expression was even more frightened and angry.

He had never expected that Moqiu's ability to control fire would be so strong.

Compared to myself, there is nothing worse than that.

Dozens of spiritual fires, each of which has different characteristics, mutually reinforce each other, and are stimulated together by secret methods.

Almost made him hit **** the spot.

Fortunately...

There is a fire scale armor, and he is not alone.

Breaking through the mushroom cloud, Zhu Kuang drank in a low voice, pointed a spear in his hand, and his body was steep and dazzling, instantly covering a radius of several miles.

Sun Purgatory!

"A self-contained world?"

Do not seek to observe this scene, his eye sockets are beating subconsciously.

However, he realized it in a blink of an eye, smiled freely, and let the other party do what he did, and included himself in the space formed by the gathering of flames.

Just like the sword technique of the Yang world, the close martial arts of the underworld, the dragon envoy who buried the dragon sky based on his own blood, also evolved the ultimate technique.

Moreover, it is inherited.

As soon as the tactics came out, he claimed to be a world.

Before the advanced Nascent Soul, this method can be said to give him a great shock.

It forms a realm of its own, isolated from the inside and outside, and feels free to move. Although the killing power is not as good as his ten-point killing world, the agility is far beyond.

Talking about power.

The same is not inferior to the top sword technique and the way of killing in the underworld.

but…

That was before!

Now he has become the original spirit and perfect soul, and the past sword-repelling method is instantaneously completed, and he is able to fight against it head-on with the sword.

And through the fusion with the soul of the ancestral temple holy goddess, martial arts are also perfect.

Coupled with the help of the sea and stars...

At this time, looking at the method that once shocked him, the surprise on the spot is no longer in my heart, but it is like an adult watching a child wielding a weapon.

Naive and crude.

It's all flaws.

"Zheng!"

Standing in the void, a sword groan slowly sounded.

The sword roar was not loud, but letting the sky full of flames and roaring flames, it could not be suppressed, and it became more and more exciting.

Yin Qi, the raging flames swept all around, as if they had encountered a nemesis, they retreated frantically.

"what happened?"

Zhu Kuang was shocked. Although he didn't know what had happened, he felt bad subconsciously. Before he could think about it, his spiritual thought instantly wrapped up the few people behind:

"Together!"

Just as the dragon descendants can borrow strength from each other, the dragon envoy also has this secret method.

Together with the thoughts, the divine thoughts of a group of more than ten people instantly superimposed on each other, and the power of Yanyang Purgatory also exploded several times.

"die!"

Drinking low in the mouth, enough to burn the high temperature of the mountains, swarms of swarms rushed towards Moqiu.

"Zheng!"

Just at this time, the voice of the sword chant also reached its peak.

Don't ask for a virtual stretch with one hand, and gently lift it up. Valley

"Huh!"

Three hundred and sixty sword lights appeared out of thin air, and each of them flashed with frightening cold lights, and they gathered in an array in an instant.

Jianguang differentiation.

One point is three hundred and sixty, without the power of the soul of the Nascent Soul Realm, it is impossible at all.

"kill!"

The sound falls, the sword is prosperous.

A touch of extreme darkness appeared in Yan Yang Purgatory.

The darkness is like the eternal nether, filled with endless murderous intent and boundless death, expanding in all directions.

Everything is gone wherever it goes.

Flames, spiritual fires, high temperatures, and purgatory, touch with one to make nothingness.

Ten directions to kill the world!

Zhu Kuang's eyes throbbed, and he whispered a bad cry. As soon as his body turned, he would retreat violently, but how fast he could reach the speed covered by the darkness behind him.

In an instant, I was wrapped in it.

More than him!

Together with more than a dozen people in the rear, without exception, they were trapped in the killing world of ten directions.

With sword intent, murderous intent, and darkness covered, a group of people struggled a little in this deadly space, and their souls disappeared.

"call…"

The breeze blew through, but smoke drifted.

Mo Qiu stood in the void, his eyes were slightly surprised.

The power of Shi Fang's killing world was also beyond his expectation. Although he thought that he would win this battle, he didn't expect it to be so easy.

I originally thought that it was necessary to use the Yama Dharma body to keep one person away.

As a result, it was much better.

"The martial arts of the underworld, the secret method of the Yang world, the magical powers of this world, and the ten directions of killing in this way, seem to be far stronger than I thought."

"However, I always feel a little worse."

The thought turned, and the baipi knife suddenly returned to his palm.

The blade trembled lightly, seeming to make a clear cheer.

Do not ask to caress the blade lightly, feeling the satisfaction after drinking the essence and blood of Baipi Knife, knowing it in my heart, it is looking forward to another advancement.

Today's hundred piping knives, power has reached the top of the magic weapon.

Killing the golden core is already of little use.

In the past few years, many creatures have been slaughtered, and there has been no increase in rank. This time the slaying of the 9th-order dragon, there is a sudden excitement wave.

Ninth order?

Yuan Ying, Ghost King.

It seems that the advancement of Baipidao can only be effective if it kills these existences.

Sweeping the audience, putting away the armor and spears, don't ask to look down, glanced at the wailing Jiang people, couldn't help but sigh.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

In this dragon burial sky where the golden core is not as good as the dog, ordinary human races want to survive, it depends on God's care.

...

"Clan... Patriarch."

Jiang Yuan approached tremblingly, with surprise in his eyes. He wanted to open his mouth to ask, but he was hesitant, and he stammered and couldn't speak.

Feng Lan on the side was even more vigilant.

They saw it with their own eyes that Mo Qiu killed the family members of the Scarlet Fire Dragon, which to them was tantamount to rebelliousness.

Even if they think it is time to kill, it will not help.

Tianlong's revenge was definitely not something a little Jiang Clan could bear.

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Come to mind.

"The envoy is killed, and I can't do anything about it."

Don't ask for a strange light, a picture of **** emerged from the back of his head, quietly covering the surroundings:

"Mysterious enemies who are hands-on do not know where they come from. They are strangely born. They are surrounded by wind and ghost, as if they came from the netherworld."

"You have never seen it before."

"This..." Jiang Yuan opened his mouth, a daze flashed in his eyes, and then recovered his clarity, nodding:

"What the patriarch said is that those... things are terrifying in strength, and extremely bold, even the relatives of Tianlong should be killed."

"They won't escape sooner or later!"

A patch of Fenglan nodded in agreement, a ray of doubt flashed in his eyes, but she was suppressed by her in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Moqiu nodded slowly.

For him, who is powerful and familiar with tens of thousands of ghost spells, modifying some people's memories is just a breeze.

The expansion of the **** map, instantly distorting the cognition of thousands of people, is not difficult.

even though,

Including several dragons.

"Patriarch."

Vientiane came from the rear, and he was slightly relieved when he saw it, but suddenly he said again:

"This is not a long-term solution. Our time here is limited, up to one year. I will leave later. What will they do in the future?"

"Without me, wait for you, Jiang Clan..."

"What's next, I'll talk about it later." Moqiu waved his hand, interrupting his words:

"Now expand your power first."

"in addition!"

"If any ethnic group joins, try not to move over and live scattered. In case of danger, you can keep some seeds."

"Yes."

Vientiane bows its head.

Wang Hu on the side opened his mouth and sighed silently.

The human races in this realm are already difficult to survive, and encountering them is really hard to say is a blessing or a curse.