Chapter 920: The fire will burn!

"What kind of demon is this?"

On the dark cloud, a returning Taoist looked panic and exclaimed.

"The demon method of killing!"

Su Zimo drank, took a sigh of relief, and shouted!

"expensive!"

The high-pitched and loud dragon chant sounded, and the earth and the earth shook!

There are no outsiders here. The three of Nangong Ling fainted. Su Zimo no longer needs to cover up, transforming into a dragon form and erupting Dragon Yin!

The Dragon race, in the ancient times, is the respect of all races!

Any race, including human races, will hear fear of dragons, deep memories and imprints in the blood, which will cause them to fear uncontrollably!

And Long Yin, originally a great killing technique of the Dragons!

Su Zimo cultivates the Secret of the Desolation King, and incorporates dragon blood into his body. This blood is stronger than the real dragon race!

Now, the outbreak of this Dragon Yin has had too much influence on the seven returning Taoists!

Among them, the nearest person who returned to Xudao was caught off guard. The whole person was in situ, his eyes were instantly congested, and his expression was rigid.

The next moment, the seven tricks of the returning to the Taoist, slowly shed a scarlet blood.

This person was only in the early days of the virtual world, his body was weak, he could not resist the penetration of the dragon's sound, and was shocked to death on the spot!

Yuan Shen failed to escape, and was shattered!

At the beginning of the Wan Yao Conference, Su Zimo could suppress the major lords without transforming the dragon body.

You know, the major lords are the strongest among the mid-level monsters in Wan Yao Valley!

In front of these seven returning to the Tao, they are just monks of the Temple of the Underworld.

What's more, Su Zimo has transformed into a dragon shape and burst out with all his strength. After all, these seven returning Taoists are not opponents at all!

The Huixu Taoist, who stood a little farther, was not shocked by the sound of dragons, but he was also shaken. His mind was chaotic and his ears were buzzing!

Su Zimo's body flickered, and he came to one of them in an instant, poked out his fingers, and poke his eyebrow.

puff!

This person has an extra blood hole in his brows!

Before the returning Taoist reacted, Yuan Shen was poked to death!

Even the middle-level demon in Wangu Valley couldn't stop Su Zimo's physical body.

These returning Taoists are weak, and in the face of Su Zimo of Hualong, they are like a piece of paper and are vulnerable.

Huh!

Su Zimo's figure flickered again, and the spirits were turbulent. She stretched out her sturdy fingers and pierced the other two returning virtual Taoists!

The Huixu Taoist has no resistance under his claws!

In the blink of an eye, four people who have returned to Xudao have died!

Finally, the three remaining returnees awoke from the sound of Long Yin and saw the **** scene around them, already pale.

call!

Bad winds hit.

A tall red-red figure came to the three, pulled out the terrible covering hand, and grabbed at the three!

"kill!"

Among them, two returning Taoists clenched their teeth, and the first time a sacred attack broke out, and at the same time, they grasped the tactics and condensed two huge fires!

The rest of the returnees did not want to, and fled!

Two savage attacks are coming!

But at Su Zimo's left wrist, a dazzling group of golden light bloomed, quickly forming a golden mask, and a mysterious mysterious rune appeared on it.

The rosary of the Ming king is a magic weapon of the Yuanshen!

The two consciousness attacks hit the golden mask, and they were unable to break into Su Zimo's consciousness sea, and immediately collapsed.

The two infernal fires merged together to form a dim and cold fireball, and slammed into Su Zimo's face door!

Su Zimo snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand, and caught directly on this ghost fireball!

Under the gaze of two returnees, this ghost fireball was caught by Su Zimo's bare fists!

And Su Zimo's palm is intact!

The two returning to Taoism opened their mouths, their eyes horrified inexplicably, as if they saw ghosts and gods.

This is the palm of the God Phoenix bone!

Wraith cannot erode at all!

Two successive attacks failed, and Su Zimo had already killed two of them.

Below this distance, the two returnees have no chance to escape!

Su Zimo stretched out his palms and patted them on the heads of the two.

puff! puff!

The heads of the two were smashed on the spot, and Yuanshen died!

Su Zimo looked up, looking at the last returnee who had fled the battlefield and was about to fall into the night, motionless, and seemed to have given up hunting.

However, a strange change took place in his right eye.

As if giving birth to a scorching sun, a burst of dazzling beams of light burst into the void and instantly penetrated the head of the returning Taoist!

thump!

The last returnee is dead!

The light beam diffused.

Night came again, and peace was restored between heaven and earth.

There is only a tall figure in the dark clouds, covered with scarlet red armor, dancing with red hair, eyes like a torch, like a peerless demon, swallowing mountains and rivers, and smashing wildness!

At this point, not many people in the entire world of cultivation know that the eternal evil that made countless days tremble and countless doorsteps have arrived in Zhongzhou!

The autumn wind is bleak, and the war will burn!

...

In an instant, the night passed.

As the day dawned, the east turned pale.

The celestial prince is a dusty man with a somber face, and it is difficult to hide his anxiety from the eyebrows. He descends in front of the Bailian Hall.

When Bai Yandao Jun saw the return of Red Star Daojun alone, he realized that the situation was not good, but he greeted him and asked, "How?"

Akashiro Tao shook his head.

He searched outside all night, with almost no rest, exhausted physically and mentally.

"Don't worry, maybe they are just playing, and their cultivation is not necessarily in danger." Bai Yandaojun comforted.

Akimichi Jun sighed, "It's too late."

"What?" Bai Yandaojun asked.

Akashiro Tao said: "I rushed to Fengyun City the first time and asked if the four of them did make a lot of noise in the city, but they rushed out without any problems."

"Later, I chased Fengyun City again, searching all the way, and finally found this."

Akagi Daojun took out a spirit boat, and glanced over a sadness in his eyes, and said, "This is Ru Xuan's spirit boat. When he stepped into Yuan Ying, I gave her a gift."

"This……"

Bai Yandao Jun knew in his heart that the four of Nangong Ling were probably more ferocious and less fortunate.

But he reassured: "The loss of the spirit boat may not prove anything. Maybe the four of them escaped."

Akashiro Tao shook his head and said, "On the spirit boat, the breath of the Faxiang Daojun remains, and it comes from the Temple of Underworld!"

"what!"

Bai Yandao Jun's look changed.

The emperor of the Red Stars endured grief, and gritted his teeth: "They have been captured by the Temple of the Nether Fire, this breath is also intentionally left by the Temple of the Nine Fire!

"Minghuo Temple, you are declaring war, you are playing with fire!"

The voice of Jihuo Daojun came out from the hall, so murderous!

"The pity of those children, they fell into the Temple of the Underworld, and they did not know what kind of torture they would have to endure," he said sadly.

Bai Yandao Jun knows that the three of Nangong Ling are the disciples of the Red Star Tao Jun.

Today, the three disciples are in distress, and the pain in the heart of Akashiro Tao cannot be understood by others, and he does not know how to comfort him.

At this moment, a Zongmen disciple came galloping, looking happy, and exclaiming: "Sect Lord Qi, take charge of teaching, Brother Nangong, they are back!"

Two more bursts, thanks to the windy season, the sun, the heart is like a stop to reward ~

(End of this chapter)