A foreigner's journey

The principle of the Evil King Flame Killing Fist is to summon the fire of the demon world as a weapon to destroy the enemy and strengthen one's own strength.

In order to master this extremely difficult skill, in addition to having a very high talent for controlling fire, one must also use one's body as a nest to host the seeds of the demon world fire for warming.

In the original work of Yu Yu Hakusho, Hiei used his right hand as a container to warm the seeds of the demon world fire. Even though he was born as the forbidden son of the Snow Woman Clan and had a natural affinity for fire, he was almost completely destroyed by the demon world fire several times.

In the world of Yu Yu Hakusho, Moshi took the root fire of the demon world fire from the demon world for Heather and stored it in the Flame-Flame Fruit.

Although the "curse" type weapons including the Curse Coin and the Flame-Flame Fruit cannot be reborn as weapon people, their magical uses are more extensive than other mythical weapons.

The most basic effect of the curse coin is to be used as a temporary immortal physique BUFF, and it can also develop a DEBUFF to counter the enemy's immortal physique. It can also store power in the gold coin and distribute it to others, and even project power across the sea of ​​time and space through mutual induction between gold coins.

The Flame-Flame Fruit can accommodate the alien fire that Heather took and integrate it into its own flame type.

At this moment, the sky above the Dynasty Temple was shrouded by a huge black flame vortex that suddenly appeared.

Dozens of black flame streams surrounded Heather's right arm. If you look closely, you can find that they are all black dragon waves.

"【Evil King Flame Killing Black Dragon Wave】!"

Heather swung his fist at the bloody claws that attacked him, and the black flame dragon wrapped around his right arm immediately roared impatiently and rushed out.

The sky above the Dynasty Temple was suddenly shrouded by the terrifying high temperature generated by the collision of black and red flames, and the huge heat wave turned into a shock ring and spread rapidly around.

The high stone wall dome was roaring and the surrounding mountains and cliffs centered on the Dynasty Temple began to collapse rapidly.

But soon, this impact force was restrained as much as possible.

Both Monger and Heather were restraining their strength at this time to avoid damaging the Dynasty Temple.

Monger was naturally worried about the "Michaela" in the big egg cocoon, fearing that the aftermath of the attack would have a bad impact on Michaela.

Heather had a lot of questions to ask Monger. And that "Michaela", Heather always felt that there was something wrong with this guy.

The heat wave was restrained, and countless black feathers bloomed behind the demigod Monger, growing a pair of huge and gorgeous black wings.

Clang!

In mid-air, Heather raised his sword to block the rapidly stabbing trident. Monger held the long handle of the trident with both hands and was about to activate the blood flame to carry out a close-range burning attack.

But the Mongwen Holy Spear in his hand refused to activate its power no matter how it was urged, as if it was afraid of something.

Before Monger could draw back the Holy Spear to launch a physical attack, Heather's big hand had already grabbed the winding horn on his head like lightning.

"It's windy up there, let's go down and talk!"

Heather threw Monger downward with force, and Monger instantly turned into a blood-red meteor and instantly fell from the sky to the Dynasty Temple.

Boom! With countless black feathers scattered, Monger smashed a huge pit on the ground, and blood spurted out with a puff.

"Huh?"

Heather was stunned. The force he used should be just right to break most of Monger's bones, instead of just a little damage to his internal organs like now.

Speaking of which, the moment Monger was about to fall to the ground just now, it seemed that his falling momentum was drastically slowed down for a moment.

Something invisible was protecting him!

Mung didn't care about the king's demeanor. Before he climbed out of the deep pit, he grabbed the Holy Spear of Mungwen with both hands and raised it above his head with all his strength, shouting:

"Invisible Mother! Please punish your sins! Let this rebellious sinner witness your great power!"

The Holy Spear of Mungwen was clearly piercing the empty sky, but Heather heard a slight sound, as if something was pierced.

Then, large swathes of blood flames began to expand and rotate rapidly with the position where the Holy Spear pierced as the center.

Countless blood flames turned into chains and flew towards Heather in the air.

"Playing tricks."

Heather sneered and opened his left hand with five fingers facing forward:

"Your blood flame is good, it belongs to me."

As soon as the blood flame hit the five-meter range in front of Heather, it was forced to shrink rapidly and condense into a thin stream, merging into Heather's palm.

Blood flame is also fire, take it!

Soon, all the blood flames that suddenly appeared suddenly disappeared. They came and disappeared in a hurry.

Heather felt the blood flames in the Flame-Flame Fruit and nodded with satisfaction. It was worth the trip.

Munger froze in place, holding the Holy Spear with both hands. Confusion and fear were clearly visible in his one eye.

This Holy Spear of Mungwen was clearly a sacrificial tool that allowed his cursed blood to be exerted, and could communicate with the Invisible Mother of the Outer Gods. It was also a symbol of the new dynasty that he and Michaela would create together. Why was the power of blood flame plundered by a mere outsider who was not even a demigod?

Mother of the Real, you clearly crave for wounds, and I pierced your body with the Holy Spear as promised. Why did things turn out like this!

He answered him with a fierce fist.

Bang! Heather fell from the sky and punched Munger in the face.

Meng's huge body suddenly hit the ground hard and then bounced up. He flew off the ground, fell far outside the pit and then bounced up again. After landing again, he rolled dozens of times until his body hit the bottom of the giant cocoon. The castration stopped only at the top of the steps.

A large number of horn fragments were scattered around his body. It was so hard that even Mengge himself had no choice but to let it pierce into his left eye. Several of the ominous horns were broken by this punch.

"Uh... you... who the hell are you!"

Meng lay on the ground and tried to move his limbs to get up, but failed repeatedly. He could only spit out broken fangs and blood clots, and roared vaguely.

"I told you that I am your uncle, why don't you believe me, my eldest nephew?"

Heather strode towards Monger, picked up his collar and raised it in front of her, raised her fist and prepared to punch him again:

"It's an uncle's duty to beat up his eldest nephew who is obsessed with walking on the wrong path... huh?"

Heather suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Monger. Even though most of the teeth in his mouth were broken, the latter still scolded Heather inarticulately without any intention of admitting defeat. He opened his mouth, "You can't take away my Michaela" and kept his mouth shut. 'Michaela is mine forever'.

"Have you been dreaming...?"

Heather muttered strangely and raised her fists again.

This time, what lingers on the fist is no longer domineering but the concept of dream.

It's time to wake up, President.