Chapter three hundred and thirty-sixth chapter of the fire of heaven.レ ♠ レ

As he walked out slowly, Ming Huan waved his hand, and an invisible fiery energy suddenly wrapped around the boulders under his feet.

"boom!"

The boulder trembled, followed by the roaring sound, and then moved across the space across the air, and finally appeared in the lineup of the Chongqiang League and the Tianluo League.

The figure of Ming Huan was vertical, and a scorching breath fluctuated, and then fell on the boulder like a streamer, looking at the people in the sky and sky alliance far away, saying: "The world of fire, sky fire, sky fire."

"Tianminghuo clan, this is a small number of the Netherling races, second only to the five Netherling races. According to the information I got, this Minghuan is a descendant of the true Nirvana, and the strong men in the ancestors used to be the true Nirvana. "Peony watched Ming Huan walking out of the front, and then said to everyone."

"A true descendant of Nirvana?"

It is said that Lu Shaoyou couldn't help but look at Ming Huan Duo a few times. The body's yin cold and hot breath coexisted. It was extremely rare. Higher.

"The Sky Nether Fire Clan is mainly concentrated in the World of Nether Fire. This kind of creature is extremely terrifying, especially its own Sky Nether Fire is extremely difficult to deal with. It is not too good to deal with." Yang Guo seems to know nothing about this day. less.

Ming Huan stared at the Congmeng Alliance, his eyes swept over them one by one, and finally landed directly on the ancient Shaoyou ghost soul avatar of Lu Shaoyou, saying, "It's you!"

"Boss."

Seeing that day, Luo Meng's Ming Huan had chosen Taigu Youyou, Xiaolong and Peony suddenly looked at Lu Shaoyou.

The corner of the mouth of Lu Shaoyou, an ancient ghost body, raised slightly, sketching a smile arc, blue robe long sleeves shaking, a mountain-like boulder not far from the sky suddenly rushed out, the sole of the foot a little ground, accompanied by looming The blazing yin cold air stood up and fell on the boulder-like boulders.

"boom!"

The boulder slammed against the boulder under the foot of Ming Huan. As the ancient soul of the ancient ghost body fell, everything was done in one go, neat and clean!

It's just that as Lu Shaoyou's ancient ghost soul soul's avatar fluctuated, the man in the black robe in Tian Luo Meng, Gu Jing's calm eyes, in this instant, as if the stones were falling on the calm water, eyes Suddenly fluctuated, his eyes fell on Taigu Youmingyan.

"Sign up?"

The archaic gloomy soul avatar of Shaoyou, who landed and traveled less, picked up Ming Huan's gaze, hiding his eyes in the depths of his eyes, smearing some doubts.

Lu Shaoyou, the archaic ghost body of the ghost body, stared at Ming Huan, and whispered softly: "Famine world, Fei Lingmen, ghost!"

"Feilingmen ...?" Ming Huan frowned slightly, as if he had never heard of the existence of Feilingmen.

The flying spirit gate is famous in the world of the Qing Dynasty, but it is nothing in many worlds in the whole world of 3,000, even Prince Qinglei, Prince Flying Dragon and others have only recently joined Flying Spirit. Compared with the two major leagues, the door is still quite a bit different.

The two major alliances of the world in the Qing Dynasty are not very famous in the entire three-thousand-thousand-world world, let alone the Fei Lingmen.

"Flying Gate!"

It ’s just that in the sky battlefield, Ming Huan does n’t know the Flying Soul Gate, but in the world of heaven and earth in the Qing Dynasty, everyone at this time before the time and space projection teleportation circle is dumbfounded, especially for the people of Flying Soul Gate. , That was even more dumbfounded.

"Netherworld, represents the Flying Spirit Gate."

Everyone in the Lingwu world looked at each other at the moment, their eyes locked tightly in the space-time projection transmission array.

"Netherworld, is it ...?"

Duguaonan, the most holy emperor, Duanmu Qiongtian, Beigong Qingcang and others looked at each other, looking at the blue robe figure, it seemed that they were enlightened.

"No matter what your origins are, you will lose in this game!"

Ming Huan glanced at the ancient ancient ghost fire, and the fingerprints suddenly came out. The next moment, a yin cold breath spread around the body, spreading like a drop of a bomb in this calm sky space, making the space Suddenly violent shock.

"A strong breath, the hot yin cold qi affects the soul and the source power. On this day, the Netherfire Clan really will not be under the five major groups of the Netherworld."

Many eyes are picky, and under this breath of Ming Huan, it has already proved its own strength. This strength is strong, and once shot, it will not be under the new mother.

"Wow!"

In just a moment, a yin cold and hot palm imprint was condensed in Ming Huan's right hand, a little toe on the ground, and the figure was like lightning, swept out with a horrible yin cold and hot breath, and then appeared before the ancient ancient nether inflammation .

"Hula!"

A handprint of Ming Huan fell, a large space was hot and cold, and then turned into nothingness.

Under the eyes of all people, as seen in all eyes, the cold palm of Yin Yin fell upon Lu Shaoyou.

"laugh!"

Suddenly, all the pupils shrank, and they saw the light and fluttering palms of the nether face, their palms collided instantly, and a blue flame spread immediately and swept out, directly resisting the cold palm of Yin Yin.

At the same time, the imprint of Yin's cold heat was burned into nothingness in just a moment.

"This ghost is so strong!"

The wind is lingering, Xi Tianyu is empty, Wu Tuofan, if there is no dust and other face to look at each other, the hand of Ming Huan is extraordinary, but he did not expect that it would be destroyed by the ghost of the flying soul gate.

"Pedal!"

In a short moment of collision, Ming Huan body staggered and retreated directly, only he knew best. The breath inside the blue flame was already enough to make him uneasy, trembling, and his eyes turned into shock. Color.

All the disciples of the Fei Lingmen clenched their fists in the hands of the heavenly world of the Shangqing world, one by one, inexplicably excited.

"When did my flying spirit gate become such a strong man, this time my flying spirit gate was so big."

Yin Ghost, Yin Yinyacha, Earth Dragon, Qijian, Qisha, Baijingtang, Fan Tong, etc. looked at each other, and they were all excited.

"I didn't expect Feiling Gate to have such a young generation. It's amazing."

Prince Qinglei, Prince Flying Dragon, and Prince Yunlei also looked at each other and were excited.

"That ghost, is it really the Flying Spirit Gate?"

Above the sky, the popular God looked at the ice sky, and the endless and vast gaze on the old pleated face was also revealing the color of doubt.

Bingtian looked at the popular God and said, "Fairy brother, you ask me, I ask who to go, but no matter what, the flying gate is also in my supernatant world."

"It seems that there are a lot of things hidden in this kid." The popular God sighed, but within that vast gaze, a smile appeared immediately.

"The Celestial Fire Clan is not weak, but if it is only capable of this, I am afraid it is not enough." Lu Shaoyou, the archaic ghost body of the Netherworld Flame, stood up and held his hand, the blue flame in his palms converged, the looming fiery and yin The cold breath fluctuated, and faint dents appeared in the surrounding space.

At this moment, only the strongest on the spot will find that the entire space has been quietly distorted by energy.

"A strong body of natural creatures, Ming Huan will not be an opponent."

Tian Luomeng has always been a young man in a black robe with no words. His eyes looked at the figure of the blue robe, and at the moment, he murmured for it.

"Shi Tian, ​​is that Netherworld really that strong? Isn't Menghuan easy to deal with?"

A woman in armor asked the Mopa man. In the eyes, there seemed to be some people who did not believe in the Mopa man. But she knew the strength of Ming Huan, and the card of Ming Huan was definitely not annoying.

The man in the ink robe, who was called 'Shi Tian', glanced lightly at the woman in armor. The tone was still very plain, saying: "Two Ming Huan will not be opponents, let alone a Ming Huan, that The power of Nether is rare for me. "

The armored woman stared at the Mopa man for a while, half-confident, and then gazed at the front again.

"Flying Gate, a little-known, is really arrogant. Over the years, I haven't seen anyone like Ming Huan, who is arrogant in front of me, and there is only one end in the end, that is death!"

As the archaic Ning Yanyan's voice fell, Ming Huanyuan's power surged, suppressing the inexplicable heart tremor in his heart, and his eyes froze again. From the beginning of the whole body, a yin cold breath spread out.

"Try my fire from heaven ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The voice of Ming Huan fell, his robe waved, and the whole body was suddenly hot and yin cold, a strange green flame suddenly rose up, and Ming Huan The thin figure was instantly covered.

"Hula!"

This green flame gushed out of the sky above, suddenly turbulent, that yin's cold and hot breath permeated the sky, making the soul tingling, the flames rolling, covering the sky!

For a while, the strange and terrifying green flame is already covering a large area of ​​space. The terrifying and strange atmosphere makes the younger generation of peak people present also chill.

The fire of the sky, the fire card of the sky, and the fire of the sky, the fire of the sky is enough to stand in the three thousand worlds, even if it is not afraid of the five races of the soul, If it weren't for the smallest number of the Sky Nether Fire Clan, then the five major races of the Nether Spirit would not be the five races, but the six races.

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