Qingyuege suddenly raised her head, a strange black mist spewed out from her body, wrapped around her body, her head was coiled like a snake, and her eyes glowed red.

The ominous force had already invaded Qingyuege, but it had been lurking and did not erupt. Under the stimulation of Sun Xiaowu's words, the ominous force in his body finally erupted.

The azure divine fire kept surging, and the legendary azure lotus seed within the body cleaned Qingyuege's heart and resisted the ominous power, so that Qingyuege would not be completely polluted by the ominous power and become a puppet of the ominous power.

The cyan divine fire and the ominous power maintain a strange balance in Qingyuege. The cyan lotus seed clearly protects him. Logically speaking, Qingyuege can maintain basic sanity and not be eroded by the ominous power. Of course, Qingyue Song himself has lost his mind.

"She is mine, and no one can take it away!" Qing Yuege roared, and the black mist mixed with the cyan divine fire dispersed.

Adhesion and black mist surged, and the azure divine fire rose up and rolled up into the sky. One lotus after another grew, and soon it was ten feet tall. All of them were huge, gray-black roots and leaves, and blue flowers.

The lotus blossoms burst open, and the lotus seeds are scattered, each lotus seed contains ominous power and the power of cyan divine flame.

"Do you think it's only you who will be blackened?"

One hundred genetic fires ignited in the body, like a hundred demons roaring, Sun Xiaowu seemed to be in a demonized state, and the dark flames spread rapidly throughout the body, which was transformed into divine fire by the will of the devil.

The demonized will quickly eroded Sun Xiaowu, the phantom of the **** of war turned black, and seemed to resonate with the ominous power in the distance, and the ominousness in Qingyuege was boiling.

At this time, the divine fire in Sun Xiaowu's body erupted, the divine soldier's will suppressed the demonized will, and above the phantom of the **** of war, the demonic flame and the dazzling golden divine fire were intertwined, as if a demon had descended.

"boom!"

The fist mixed with the magic flame and the magic fire was punched, and the golden light burst with the magic flame and the magic fire, blasting the lotus seeds in the sky, and the cyan magic flame and the ominous power exploded in the air, shaking the entire ruins.

After the demonization, Sun Xiaowu's combat power has increased more than a hundred times, and with one punch, the attack method of Qingyuege, which was eroded by the ominous, was cleared.

Sun Xiaowu hooked his finger and said, "If you have any means, just use it."

Countless cyan lotus flowers are rooted in the void, extending all the way, and the vision of azure lotus in the sky emerges. Above the lotus pod, there is a flame god, sacred and majestic.

Each of the flame gods is different, like the arrogance that reflects the past history, more like the Qingyue song of different eras and different time and space lines sitting on the green lotus.

What is even more terrifying is that under the lotus, there are countless dead bones and illusory ghosts hidden, with resentment and curses, more terrifying than the most vicious **** in Jiuyou Huangquan.

As the green lotus spread out, an ancient and dilapidated battlefield was reflected on the top of the head, with countless broken bronze armors, desolate and uninhabited.

If Zhang Lie was there, he would definitely recognize that it was the ancient battlefield where he had encountered an ominous battle not long ago.

"Golden Scale Tyrant Fist!"

On the right arm, the magic flame and the divine fire spiraled, and layers of fine dragon scales slowly emerged.

On the black and gold interlaced dragon scales, immortal swords and divine weapons emerged.

A coercion rose to the sky.

The immortal sword and the divine weapon runes vibrated, making a sound of gold and iron contention.

Sun Xiaowu was like a rushing bull, the lotus seeds in the sky, the terrifying and domineering air waves, swept out in an instant, and threw his fists out.

The blue moon song above each lotus shot at the same time, and all kinds of flames rose into the sky, turning into a sea of ​​​​fire to resist the might of Sun Xiaowu's punch.

Above the lotus, the flames formed the arrogance of each era, and the flames formed various moves, smashing the sky towards Sun Xiaowu.

Sun Xiaowu couldn't help but change color. After being affected by the ominous force, Qingyuege's attack method was completely different.

As the saying goes, blackening is three times stronger, at this time Qingyuege is more than three times stronger.

"out!"

Sun Xiaowu is not an ordinary person either. Countless magical soldiers emerged. With Sun Xiaowu's violent shout, the runes of the magical soldiers collided with the arrogant moves of the sky, and the front of him instantly turned into a battlefield.

The blue divine fire intertwined and swept in all directions, and the long river formed by one divine fire move hung in the sky.

The magic flame and the divine fire converged and transformed into the ultimate flame. Sun Xiaowu, like the incarnation of the demon god, tore apart all the lotus flowers of the **** of fire that sat cross-legged within the radius.

Intense fighting, this place is violent, the ruins are shaking, the fire between the two is like a sea, the black mist is endless, and the horror is terrifying.

Countless dead bones and illusory ghosts spread out with resentment and curses, and a strange black mist is gradually eroding the ruins, transforming this place into its kingdom.

"boom!"

Another big collision, the petals of the lotus between the two people filled the sky, the will of the magic weapon was soaring, the magic flame boiled, the magic fire erupted, the black mist overflowed, the golden light shone, the magic weapon rune was monstrous, and the strange black mist was scattered.

The ancient battlefield above his head became more and more real, as if the distance was getting closer, a large amount of black mist surged out, and in the black mist, strange tentacles and scarlet eyes were vaguely seen.

Sun Xiaowu vaguely felt that there was something bad, and in an instant, thousands of golden phantoms of Sun Xiaowu covered the surroundings.

Each avatar is a avatar of the **** of war, with both divine fire and magic flame.

Shimmering Gold Slash · Thousand Feather

Thousands of clones, using the golden slash at the same time, the divine fire and the magical flame intertwined, turning into golden and black feathers all over the sky.

Every golden feather reveals the sword intent of Canggu, and the sword energy surrounds it like a rain of swords.

The golden and black feathers turned into a whirlwind, rolled straight over in an instant, swept across the lotus sea, resisted withered bones and illusory ghosts, tore through the black mist in front of him, and the figure of Qingyuege appeared in sight again.

"Golden Scale Tyrant Fist Collapse!"

The divine fire and the magical flame are intertwined, and on every scale, there are immortal swords and divine weapon runes.

Stepping forward, the right fist slammed out in the blink of an eye, like the bombardment of a bull, terrifying and domineering waves, swept out in an instant.

The ominous power is like a dark cloud shrouded above Qingyuege's head, and the azure divine fire is oppressed.

With the continuous outbreak of negative emotions such as anger and unwillingness, the ominous power that feeds on his will is rapidly eroding, and even the divine fire transformed by the unique green lotus seeds in the body cannot be resisted.

Qinglian lotus seeds are very special and can resist the erosion of ominous forces, but it also depends on who it falls into.

At this moment, Qingyuege was completely enveloped by an ominous black mist.

The lotus was rooted in the shadow of the ancient battlefield above the head, and one lotus after another grew, and soon it was ten feet high. All of them were huge, blue rhizomes and leaves, and the flowers were black, revealing a terrible ominous power. There are blood-colored lotus seeds on the lotus pod.

Under the lotus root, traces of black mist gushed out. It's still a long way to go, and it's a bad feeling. I feel that the cold, eerie, and cold are approaching.

It was blurry there, and no figure could be seen. But a creepy aura pervaded the ancient land.