Supreme Demon

Chapter XX—One Sun Flame

There are four kinds of flames of mystery, inflammation, holyness and **** between heaven and earth.

It can be said that the Jiuyangyan fire has already qualified as a nine-level emperor, but it has always been a little worse. However, when the two incinerators poured in, they broke a threshold and broke into an incredible realm.

And this is no longer a fire.

That is the holy fire!

This is beyond the scope of the Wuhuang Emperor. It is definitely a level of Wusheng. The terrible flame burns everything. Even the ground is turned into magma. Whether it is rocks or trees, it turns into blue smoke, which makes it extremely exciting. After so many years, I finally did it.

A yang fire!

This is the most terrible flame. Unless it is Wu Sheng, no one can stop it. This is what Ling Feng has tried his best and has to do. It can be said that this is the killer.

At the beginning, if it wasn't because of the water, Ling Feng had to be burned. Unfortunately, Jiuyangyan was too proud of the fire, and it was bound to be swallowed by the water.

However, now the three major forces of war, there is no such good luck.

"Snoring..."

The dark golden flame, burning slowly, although it seems to be only as big as a baby fist, but the terrible flame has made the eight-level and nine-level emperors change color.

They can feel the power of shackles from inside.

"This... how is it possible?" The eight-level Wuhuang face was ugly, showing a touch of dead gray, which was a huge blow for them.

Even the nine-level Wuhuang is no exception.

His eyes are heavy, and Jiuyangyan is a kind of fire. If he takes risks, he can still refine it. But a yang fire is a flame that can burn him all. Although he does not know, how can this kind of flame be on Lingfeng? It is not the time to think about this issue now.

"All killed!"

Ling Feng's eyes are very heavy, and his injuries are getting more and more serious. As the blood goes by more and more, the face becomes paler and there is a feeling of crumbling.

What worries him the most is that the Yangyang Shenghuo is not something he can control. In case it is a fatal blow against him, of course, he does not have too many taboos, because in his dantian, he still left A trace of fire, bound by Taiyi real water.

If Jiuyangyan fires back, he doesn't mind breaking the sea of ​​souls, making Taiyi really violent. Of course, this is not his only means, but he does not want to be exposed until the last moment.

"The holy fire is not invincible!"

The nine-level Wuling rushed over, his brows were close, his face flashed a bit cold, and said: "We work together, plus the holy soldiers I bring, you can definitely suppress a holy fire, as long as you have a way to trap Refining."

"Yes!"

Other warriors focused on the key points. When the sacred fire appeared, they also had the feeling of cold hands and feet. The previous three forces decided to dispatch dozens of martial artists and they were laughed at by them. This is too much to see Lingwu College and Zihuang Lingfeng. .

However, it seems that the three major forces have not only overestimated the wind, but also underestimated.

"kill!"

The next moment, they started, they smashed the past with a holy fire. They were very powerful. There was a kind of boiling momentum, such as the power of the martial arts, which turned into a sword and fell from the sky.

"Hey!"

At the same time, the sky suddenly shocked, a violent momentum, broke out from the nine-level Wuhuang, his eyes were cold and proud, a Dan furnace flew out of his arms, in the nine emperors Under the force of the scent, the brilliance of the brilliance blooms.

The above is branded with a road, mysterious and elegant, and the power of the Emperor of the Emperor instantly extended out, forming a dense network cable, hidden in the Dan furnace.

Holy soldiers!

Only this kind of weapon can bring the power of the Emperor to the point of awkwardness, and the fighting power of the 9th-level Wuhuang has also risen a lot, and it has the strength of semi-sacred.

Undoubtedly, everyone in Lingwu College is ugly to the limit, and even has a feeling of suffocation.

For example, the solitary rain moon, Ling Qing, Yunmeng three women, when a yang fire appeared, there was also a burst of cheers, even Xia Yun’s face was a loose, but the smile was just a sacred The light is covered up.

A yang holy fire is on the half!

Reluctantly weak? !

"Incinerate!" Ling Feng grinned, his footsteps awkward, almost fell to the ground, he had long known that the three forces will not be so easy to deal with, the nine-level Wu Emperor is too calm, definitely not only as simple as the surface to see .

However, he has no choice!

This is a **** battle, not you die, or I am dead!

"Hey!"

The yang fire is very calm, and the spirit is open. Although it is very cunning, it also knows what Lingfeng has done these days. What's more, there are some Jiuyangyan fires in the latter's Dantian, so that it does not dare to take risks.

Compared to Ling Feng, it is better to go to the half.

It flew out and suddenly magnified, forming a raging flame, burning half of the sky, the dark golden flame, covering up the sun's rays, and people's pupils contracted.

It is straight to the half-sacred, giving people a feeling of madness, just like encountering a master, to be a life-and-death matchup.

However, just when everyone thought so, Ling Feng smiled. Jiuyangyan fire is definitely an alternative. Blackmail is more terrible than human beings. At the beginning, even he suffered a big loss.

Now, is it so stupid? !

"嗖"

Suddenly, the nine Yangyan fires turned to the three six-level Wuhuang, but it was a holy fire, and even the power of the Emperor was burnable.

"Oh no!"

The three six-level emperors changed their faces, and they were all shocked at once. When the reaction came, it was too late. Although they also displayed the power of the emperor, they could not resist it.

"Oh, hey..."

The fierce screams opened the curtain of death. The three six-level martial arts bodies were burning, struggling, painfully twisted, and then the body became red and turned black again. Finally, in a gust of wind, Turned into a black enamel.

"The devil's flame!"

The 9th-level Wuhuang is also a glimpse, and his eyes are stunned. He has never seen this kind of flame. Generally speaking, the Jiuyangyan fire is spiritual, and it has a natural provocation for the military with the same strength.

What is this flame? !

"Hey..."

At the moment when he was sluggish, Jiuyang Yanhuo amplified a few more points. After sweeping around, the momentum was violently messed up, not to mention the six-level Wuhuang, even the 7th and 8th Emperor Wu’s met. Going backwards, it’s not that they don’t want to fight, but the power of the Emperor’s Emperor is simply feeding, and even if the Sanyang Flame is opened, it will automatically merge.

Unless it can hurt the flame seeds inside, this is obviously not what they can do, so they can do it, they only have to run.

"Cry, shout..."

However, the yang fire is too strong, and the speed is even more terrifying. It swept through the circle, and the five emperors were recruited. In the raging flame, they turned into fly ash. The fierce appearance made the three major forces The chill is eclipsed.

"there!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng reached out and pointed to the two martial arts emperors who were surrounded by the solitary rainy moon, Lingqing and Yunmeng, which made the people stunned again.

"嗖"

There is no delay in the sacred fire of a yang, and it is directly rushed to the past. Whether it is speed or the flame of horror, it is not the same as the four-level Wuhuang.

In the blink of an eye, the two men turned into flames, and the flesh and bones of the body were broken in the sound of "squeaking". When the flames passed, there was only a pile of ashes in the distance.

"there!"

Ling Feng pointed out that he fell to Xia Yun and the three elders. They were also being savagely besieged, and when they were stunned and horrified, they were burning.

"Hey..."

"Oh, no..."

The fierce screams first came from the side of the siege of the three elders. The six martial artists burned on the spot. The sly expression and the painful screaming made a chill in the heart.

"Not good, retreat!" The nine-level Wuhuang first reacted, and hurriedly urged the tyrants and two seven-level martial arts to dodge.

However, it is still a step late.

"Hey..."

A yang fire flew past, and instantly swollen to a radius of five feet, shrouded the three emperors, and in the desperate eyes of the tyrants, they swallowed them...

A generation of Mo Yunzong master died here!

It can be said that when the first sunshine rises, Mo Yunzong is definitely a great sorrow. So many martial artists have come, or they have been killed, and Mo Yunzong will collapse.

Dragons have no head!

Until the moment of death, the light of remorse flashed in the light of the martial arts. With the foundation of the Lingwu Academy, it was a blessing to be a big blessing, but unfortunately...

Undoubtedly, this is also a great grief for the three major forces. They have come to dozens of emperors, but now there are only a dozen or so people left. Although the strength of the surviving emperors is not weak, who is it? Are you confident to face a holy fire? !

Even if the Lingwu Academy is destroyed today, the losses of the three major forces are extremely heavy. It can’t be overstated with a big blow. Not to mention, the entire Mo Yunzong has been filled in.

"To kill Ling Feng, he is the messenger. Most of the yang flames are refining by him. As long as he kills him, it will not be like this." The nine-level martial arts witnessed the splitting, hating teeth and grinding. Broken.

"Yes, kill him!"

This sentence also completely ignited the hatred of the three major forces, they were frightened by a sacred fire, but as long as they saw hope, they would explode more terrible fighting power.

Killing Ling Feng is the only way to survive!

"Hey..."

When the sound broke, the two seven-level Wuhuang were closest to Lingfeng. They were killed for the first time. The soldiers hung on the top of Lingfeng and quickly fell.

Behind them, there are five or six emperors, completely ignoring life and death, because they do not know who will be swallowed by the next holy fire.