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The Netherfire Demon King finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he distributed all the spirit treasures.

Then, it's time to work.

But at this moment, they saw the 120-plus quasi-sans glance at each other, and they stepped back carefully.

"What happen to you guys?"

Netherfire Demon King has a bad feeling.

At first, a quasi-san whispered: "Netherfire, we... I'm afraid we won't be able to fight with you. We have negotiated and we are ready to go back to Kang Huizun."

Huh... A burst of anger rushed into Minghuo's head, and Minghuo Mojun suddenly appeared in front of the other party, "You, tell me again!"

Someone shot next to him, and several quasi-sacred men approached the Demon King of Fire, and the voice was a little cold: "Ming Fire, we respect you, so we said to you. Otherwise, we turned around and left.

We have lost, let's escape quickly.

The more than 80 quasi-Saints that have just passed have all been defeated.

The rest of us are not opponents of the Flint Royal Army.

Farewell! "

After all, more than 120 quasi-sans retreat neatly, and the Wraith Devil wants to pursue it, but in no case is it an opponent of more than 120 people.

Therefore, he could only watch the more than 120 quasi-Saints, whistling away with the Lingbao he had just obtained.

Netherfire Demon King was stupid, he stood in place, his eyes circling. I never imagined that such a wonderful change happened.

"why!"

"why!"

"Why..."

The voice of helplessness and anger echoed in the empty hall, but no one could give him a hint.

The deep fire demon king is completely lost in the puzzle.

The range of "Jubao Demon Realm" is very large, with an area of ​​11.5%. Even if there is no resistance, the quasi-holy master will fly from east to west for half a month without using space magic!

But now, in less than 24 hours, how can it fall apart!

He didn't understand, he didn't understand, he didn't want to understand, he didn't dare to understand!

Time, ticking away, until the sky is gloomy, the Wraith Demon King looked up blankly, but saw the arrival of the blazing aircraft carrier.

Destruction came, and the temporary palace of the sentence Leopard Demon King collapsed in the flames of war.

In the ruins, the Wraith Demon King turned into a physiognomy and glared forward.

The streamer of the rail cannon passed through the Wraith Demon King, but it was like a ghost. The incarnation of the law is to eliminate the virtual, which is equivalent to no entity. The rail gun can no longer cause damage to the Netherfire Demon King.

However, Shang Guo's methods are not limited to these.

A circle of quasi-sacred surroundings encircled the Netherfire Demon King.

Fu Minghui frowned a little, "Why are you left alone?"

"Haha..." The Wraith Demon King suddenly smiled in the sky, "Even if only me is left, you can still beat you down and beg for mercy!"

Before the words fell, the face and figure of the Wraith King suddenly blurred, and a gray flame rose into the sky.

The flame quickly engulfed the figure of the Wraith Demon King, a gray-white flame that burned quietly between heaven and earth.

There is no temperature or light.

But seeing such a flame, the hearts of the masters shrank.

"Yin Huo!" Fu Minghui yelled.

This kind of flame is also controlled by Shang Guo, Guo Hongyan. Now Guo Hongyan is also Da Luo Jin Xian Xiu Wei, and his yin fire has gradually shown a lot of fierce characteristics. It can directly burn the soul, the primal spirit, and even the will of the quasi-saint will be affected.

And now, there is a quasi-saint who cast a blaze, and seems to have sacrificed himself to sacrifice!

This thing... is in trouble!

The flame drifted, the space seemed to have lost its effect, and a quasi-holy was enveloped by the suddenly appearing fire.

But upon hearing a scream, a body fell from the sky, and a soul in the air quickly melted in the flames.

I saw the Yin Fire suddenly expanded, and the soul inside had completely disappeared.

A quasi-saint can't even hold a breath!

The sky burst out with two explosions, a red cloud overcast the sky, and red rain fell. A mid-term quasi-saint fell, and the world is sad!

Fu Minghui had shed cold sweat on his head.

The quasi-Saints and many masters around were shocked and retreated. However, it was too late.

The yin fire has no substance, and it seems that it can easily transcend space. In the blink of an eye, another quasi-holy was wrapped.

A screaming outburst broke out, and another body slipped from the sky; in mid-air, the flame fluctuated violently, and the soul disappeared instantly. Then, Yinyin expanded again.

This time, everyone felt the temperature, it was Sen Leng and killing. Seeing this flame, I only felt that my soul was shaking.

Never encountered such an attack, Fu Minghui could only retreat from the edge at one time, and ordered a laser attack. Fu Minghui thinks, this yin fire should be a yin attribute, let's try it with Zhiyang Zhigang's laser attack first.

After that, Fu Minghui contacted the country urgently and immediately connected Guo Hongyan to inquire about Guo Hongyan's vulnerabilities.

During the waiting period, Fu Minghui found helplessly that the laser had no effect on the overcast fire.

Guo Hongyan quickly talked to Fu Minghui, "Yinhuo is a kind of flame. Born in death, but longing for light. Yinhuo itself is the existence of death in the pole, and the existence of the cathode in the sun.

Therefore, the fire is not afraid of lasers and so on.

Similarly, Yin Huo is not afraid of the power of Yin.

Yin fire, although the name is not good, but it is almost a perfect flame. "

"I'm not here to listen to a long talk! Just to speak this way, you have died two quasi-saints."

"Cough... I saw that, for this time, there were thunder and thunder four times, and there were four cloudy times.

Oops, although that yin fire is powerful, it is the most complex. Now that several souls have been devoured, the inside of the blaze must be unstable. At this time, the shock wave should be applied.

The target is not the law of yin fire, but the law of quasi-saint just swallowed.

Also, after incarnation of yinhuo, consciousness must be affected. Yin fire has an instinctive yearning for powerful vitality, just like moths throwing fire. "

"Got it!" Fu Minghui hurriedly ended the call, immediately letting people suppress the shock wave with the strengthening law.

Sure enough, Yin Huo suddenly appeared slow. But obviously this can only be thirst quenching drink. Because, under the shock wave of the law, under the huge pressure of the outside world, the yin fire was condensing, and the originally cloudy colors gradually became pure.

It is digesting the "food" just eaten.

But then Fu Minghui ordered, grabbed some captives, and threw them into the blaze.

Most of these captives are magical. Although it is not very good to kill the captives, they can’t sacrifice their own quasi-saint. Four of them are dead!

Four more deaths, the army may collapse.

These quasi-saints who are well respected and have long vitality are sometimes less vulnerable than ordinary people, especially in the face of the fear of death.

The first few captives who were thrown away quickly yawned and "absorbed", and the rest of the quasi-Saints suddenly came to "interest", and they immediately grabbed a batch from the captives and threw them into the yin.

Then, under everyone's ‘feeding’, the yin fire expanded and re-expanded at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A large number of low-level souls make the yin fire quickly become mixed and muddy.

A breath of twilight appeared from the blaze.

At the same time, a large amount of irresistible atmosphere gradually wiped out the last consciousness of Wraith Devil.

However, although the consciousness has been extinguished, the yin fire is still burning. Fu Minghui and others do not know the specific situation, while Tiandi believes that the yin fire is at least a continuation of the evil fire devil, so there is no ``the same compassion between heaven and earth''.

However, when the consciousness of the Netherfire Demon King disappeared, it caused another vigilance, that is, the sentence Leopard Demon King!

While playing chess, Leopard Demon King suddenly felt a broken heart, a luck, and a break!

The connection between the saint and the disciple is a connection that directly transcends the relationship between father and son and is directly linked to luck. Therefore, when the disciples hang up, the saint's luck will be obviously affected.

Following the lost luck, pinch your fingers to know what happened.

But Jubao Mozun deserves to be the deity, and his eyes are calm and he continues to play chess.

Although the Suiren are a little puzzled, they still feel better to continue to trap Jubao Mozun.

Now the Suiren and Jubao Mozun are in a closed state, and the Suiren do not know what the outside world is. However, Fu Minghui and others did not have enough experience, nor did they know that the saint disciple could not be killed casually, so there was no notice.

The chess game continued, and Jubao Mozun gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, a gun of the ancestor and witch appeared suddenly in the hands of Jubao Mozun, and he inserted it into the chest of the Flinren.

As soon as the spear was revealed, the great power of the ancestor and witch broke out, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze!

Suddenly this change happened, and the Flinren did not expect that Jubao Mozun would burst into trouble.

Therefore, the spear penetrated the chest of the Flintman!

Poof!

The blood squirted the face of Leopard Demon King, and the Flintman retreated crazy.

But Jubao Mozun had a terrible look on his face, and the blood of the Flint People made Jubao Mozun even more terrifying.

Wiping the blood from his face, the sentence Leopard Mozun grinned abruptly, the voice was full of anger, kicked the chessboard with a kick, the trembling of the spear, and he was killed against the Flint.

After all, the Flintstones were extraordinary. Although they rushed to fight and were seriously injured, they still sacrificed the Flintstones flames.

Under the rush and serious injuries, the Flintmen can no longer hide their cultivation practices. Jincancan's Flintman's flame quickly dispelled the power of the ancestors and witches, dispelled the injuries in the body, and the wounds recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You, you touch the road!" Jubao Mozun's face was distorted. After seeing the real practice of the Suiren, he suddenly understood many things.

I was like a fool, and I was played over and over again by the Flinren!

The last time the Suiren'lost' was a drama!

And he was stupid and fully cooperated with the Suiren to perform a good show; as a result, he stood on the head of the wind and waves, but the Suiren were hidden in the dark and secretly calculated themselves.

This time it was even more so, one of his disciples died.

Sentence Leopard Mozun trembles in anger, he hates, hates the calculation and cunning of the Flint, and hates his own dullness even more!

Suddenly the space around him shattered, and the Flint opened the blockade. He also wanted to see what happened outside.

As a result, both Flint and Jubao Mozun were stunned.

For this time, the Jubao Demon Realm has fallen apart; the Netherfire Demon King has left a muddy yin fire, and the masters of the Flint Realm are constantly feeding the yin fire with various kinds of "food" like a dog. ".

The unconscious yin is like a puppy, whoever gives food, it will run over there.

"Hehe..." Jubao Mozun smiled, the gruesome smile.

angry?

Do not!

Anger can no longer describe the mood of Jubao Mozun.

The eyes of Jubao Mozun gradually turned red, and a mad breath of killing exploded from the body.

"Ang..." A voice like Long Yin erupted from the mouth of Jubao Mozun. The world and the earth stirred up a circle of tides, spreading away thousands of miles away. Wherever he passed, the earth capsized, the mountains hung upside down, the river dried up, and everything was destroyed.

A gloomy darkness spreads from the sentence to the whole body of Leopard Demon King, and no fingers can be reached wherever he passes, even the saint is affected.

Jubao Mozun inspired all of his potential, even at the source; at the same time it also inspired the source of the ancestor's spear.

This is a three-point injury before killing the enemy. But there is no way. In the face of a sinister and cunning Suiren who has touched the edge of the avenue, Jubao Mozun can only do so.

Suiren stood in the void and watched quietly. No matter what means, they can not get close to the Suiren.

The blood has disappeared and the wound has recovered; but the clothes on the chest of the Flintman have not recovered. This makes the Suiren look embarrassed.

But it doesn't matter, this doesn't reduce the demeanor of the Suiren.

A Jincancan flame of the Flintkins was burning, and a little warm golden light was scattered, and the darkness around Jubao Mozun collapsed quickly under the golden light.

Jubao Mozun had to constantly urge the source and inspire the gun of the ancestor and witch in order to counter the power of the Flint.

Suddenly, Suiren shot. No one saw how the Flintman shot, only saw a ray of golden light piercing the space, the darkness of Jubao Mozun's whole body, he was cut and fragmented in a blink of an eye, and pieces of dark fragments collapsed and quickly dissipated.

Heaven and earth seems to have regained its light.

The tide spreading to the Quartet quickly dissipated under the attack of the Flint.

"Roar!" Jubao Mozun suddenly shot, he was waiting for this opportunity. The Suiren shot, and the previous defense and vigilance must be affected.

But the Flinren smiled coldly, and suddenly a plain looking white stone chisel appeared on his hand. The stone chisel was accurately positioned at the three-inch position of the spear.

But when the sonorous sound was heard, the ancestor's gun was deflected; the stone chisel turned into a lightning bolt, instantly passed through the chest of Jubao Mozun, and finally turned into a streamer, reappearing in the hands of the Flinren.

Suiren's right hand was stretched out flatly, and the white stone chisel hovered gently, like a puppy waiting for the owner to stroke.

Flint smiled faintly, "Using someone else's weapon, after all, can't compare to his own. Jubao, just now I can hit you hard. You know it yourself.

Do you want to continue? "

Jubao Mozun struggled. He hated it even more now, and hated his incompetence!

At that moment, he really felt the gap between him and the Flint!

If it had not been a sneak attack with the ancestor's gun, it would still be said whether he could approach the Flint.

And now, he really feels the strength of the Flint.

Simply desperate!

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