World Wide Martial Art

It's not for yourself, could it be...

Thinking of the high-pitched and sharp voice he heard before, Ye Feng's heart tightened. Could it be that it was a declaration of war?

Was it that firebird that declared war on the rigor mortis existing in this area?

If this is the case, Ye Feng's heartbeat will speed up, and the snipe and the clam will fight for the fisherman's profit. In this way, it seems that he really still has a chance. Situ

At this moment, he discovered that within his line of sight, there were hundreds of weaker red afterimages, rushing toward the lake with great momentum. By the light emitted by the flames in the lava lake, Ye Feng saw that it should be Dozens of intermediate-level rigor mortis are gathering here.

"With its own strength, it can resist a zombie demon, dozens of high-level rigor mortis, hundreds or even thousands of intermediate and low-level rigor mortis. The strength of this little firebird is beyond my imagination."

It should be Qingwu Youhuo.

Ye Feng raised his figure higher. As his field of vision became wider and wider, the range he saw also became wider.

In this area, high-level, intermediate-level, and low-level rigor mortis are all gathering in a steady stream. It seems that an army has heard the rallying bugle blown by the general. Among them, the high-level rigor mortis has already flown into the lava lake under the command of the powerful corpse demon and shot towards the firebird. However, the intermediate and low-level rigor mortis are densely packed around the edge of the lava lake. Watching with eager eyes.

These low-level rigor mortis are not qualified to directly participate in the battle. The firebirds are so powerful that even a trace of the aftermath power is enough to kill them.

At this moment, Ye Feng was already sure that his guess was accurate and a war was really going to break out between the two sides.

That might be your only chance.

Ye Feng felt faintly excited, spread out his body skills, and quietly approached the lava lake.

Because rigor mortis' attention was attracted by the firebirds in the lake, this distance allowed Ye Feng to pass unimpeded.

Occasionally, if there were one or two that came too close, Ye Feng would directly let Yuan Ling absorb their evil spirit, and then kill them.

Of course, Ye Feng was always vigilant in his heart, but maybe his cultivation was too ordinary and he failed to attract the attention of the corpse demon and the fire bird at all. It is indeed the case. When two powerful beings who have at least reached the level of King Wu are fighting against each other, how can they distract themselves from paying attention to a little shrimp like Ye Feng?

Along the way, Ye Feng tried his best to restrain his breath.

The place where he was located was only a few thousand feet away from the lava lake in a straight line. Although Ye Feng could not run at full speed at the moment, the distance was only a matter of moments.

After burning incense, he approached the edge of the lava lake. The strange thing was that even though many rigor mortis could clearly sense his presence, they did not encounter any obstruction.

Could it be that...the fire poison and vitality fluctuations in this area are too violent, blinding the six senses of these low- and intermediate-level rigor mortis, making them regard themselves as the same kind?

There is a possibility that at least the closer Ye Feng gets to the lake, the more dizzy he will feel.

He also knew that the elixir given by Mr. Zhao Da was not a panacea, and he had to make a quick decision and leave this place as soon as possible.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be so lucky. You happened to encounter a fight between two powerful men. Maybe with the help of this Yuan Ling, you really have a chance to succeed..." Yuan Ling said.

Above the Qinglian in the middle of the lava lake, the Firebird is no longer as translucent as before, but is flying in mid-air. Its entire body is as bright as a small sun. On all sides of the Firebird, under the leadership of the Corpse Demon , dozens of high-level rigor mortis appeared in all directions, surrounding the bright and dazzling Firebird in the middle.

Although they haven't taken action yet, looking at this posture, the war is about to break out.

"Why do they want dog to bite dog? Internal strife?" Ye Feng asked in confusion.

"What is internal strife? Alien fire is the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, but rigor mortis is a monster transformed by human warriors corrupted by fire poison. The two do not belong to the same species at all. It is impossible to live in harmony. In addition, both sides are spying. With that spiritual grass in the center of the lake, it's not impossible for a big fight to happen, and even one party completely destroying the other..." Yuan Ling explained.

Ye Feng suddenly felt enlightened.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, whoever can win this war will gain great benefits.

This corpse demon was transformed from a king-level warrior who was corrupted by fire poison thousands of years ago. It controls many middle and low-level rigor mortis in this area. Mr. Zhao Da also said before that Lihuo Linglian is The companion spiritual plant of the Green Black Fire, where there is the Green Black Fire, the Lihuo Spirit Lotus will most likely appear.

In other words, Lihuo Linglian was born for the Qingwu Nether Fire and played an extremely important role in the Qingwu Nether Fire.

Now that the Lihuo Linglian is about to mature, the corpse demon wants to take this spiritual plant as his own, but encounters the green black fire that has been guarding the Lihuo Linglian and condensed into this fire bird, which leads to the current situation. .

The two sides faced each other over the lava lake, and there were a large number of zombies watching at the edge of the lake.

As for Ye Feng, he hid in a dark corner, restrained his breath, and waited quietly.

The confrontation still continues.

The corpse demon stood proudly in the air, and the fire poison vitality blowing in the face made its huge aura unmistakable. A vortex formed in the lake below, but the surrounding sky was flashing with fiery red purple lightning like spiritual snakes, but it But it was completely unmoved, and the purple thunder fire seemed to have spirituality to avoid the corpse demon and the nearest group of high-level rigor mortis. It seemed that there was an invisible force field around them, distorting the space.

"Gaga...Qingwu, today, the spirit lotus is about to ripen, and I, the king, will surely win it..."

In the sky, the corpse demon suddenly spoke, speaking in a slightly stiff human language.

It was the first time that Ye Feng encountered a monster that could speak, but then Ye Feng remembered that the corpse demon itself was a powerful human king, so it was not surprising that it could speak.

Is it useful to just say such words to a ball of fire?

However, the situation was beyond Ye Feng's expectations. The bird on the opposite side seemed to really understand. After hearing what the corpse demon said, the light on the bird suddenly became three times brighter, and the flashing purple lightning and fire in the field became more dense than before.

The corpse demon showed no fear and said in a sonorous voice: "Ten thousand years ago, when I entered the fire pit, I wanted to subdue and refine you... However, I failed at the last moment... I couldn't resist the fire poison at the last moment and became what I am now. For the past ten thousand years, I have been fantasizing about this day. If I refine you and then devour the spirit lotus, I will have a chance to achieve the holy realm..." "You fulfill me, which means you fulfill yourself. Don't you want to make the glory of your Qingwu Youhuo more glorious on me?" After the corpse demon finished speaking, he began to laugh wildly. Ye Feng looked strange when he heard it.