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Minutes and seconds passed.

The light cast by the sun in the sky is refracted by the red mist, forming a circle of red.

Although this is a secret realm, the sun in the sky is the real sun, not an illusion, and it involves extremely advanced laws of space.

It was getting closer and closer to twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

The monks on the west side of the crater lake moved their eyes to the one closest to the west.

The fire cloud flower is blood-red all over, shining with a strange light.

The magma in the lake is tumbling, and the delicate flower bones are budding on the blood lotus.

But the midday sun shone on that cloud of fire.

The sparkling clouds bloom against the blood-colored sun.

All the monks' eyes were on the fiery cloud and witnessed its bloom.

The flowers are enchanting, and the blood is even more enchanting.

At the moment of its bloom, the monks of the west soared into the sky and took off towards the lake of fire clouds.

The killing begins at this moment.

Just in an instant, there was a scream.

There was already a group of monks fighting fiercely on the Huoyun Lake, and some people had already fallen into the Huoyun Lake, melted into blood by the magma, and became part of the Huoyun Lake.

Each time, the competition for the first spark flower was the fiercest.

This is the battle between the low-grade forces and the many scattered cultivators, and it is also their only chance.

The three major alliances compete for the nine flowers of fire clouds in the back, and the conventions will not make a big move.

However, there are no conventional rules for these low-grade forces and loose cultivators.

Some of them are killing and killing, killing until no one dares to fight anymore.

The aura on the Huoyun Lake was vertical and horizontal, and all kinds of aura condensed martial arts collided.

The battle of hundreds of people, the explosions and screams are terrifying.

It was the first time for Yan Hongyi to see such a tragic scuffle, and he took Lu Chen's hand with some fear and said, "Xiong Er, I don't want Huoyunhua, don't fight for it." ”

She believed in Xiong Er's strength, but the battle situation on Huoyun Lake was very chaotic and tragic, and she didn't know how many forces were fighting.

As long as you fall into the magma, it is almost a dead end, and there are no bones left.

In addition to Lu Chen, there were also some monks on the west side of Huoyun Lake who did not move.

They're all choosing the right shot.

Shooting late, of course, is more advantageous than shooting early.

But on the other hand, those monks who shot early were also lucky.

As long as they capture the fire cloud flower first, and then reach the shore on the side of the three alliances, they can accept their protection.

These low-grade forces, in fact, belong to the three major alliances, but their forces are weak and not taken seriously.

If they can grab the Fire Cloud Flower, as long as they are safe on the shore, the Fire Cloud Flower will belong to him.

Those monks who struck first shot with this idea in mind.

Lu Chen looked at Yan Hongyi with a smile and said, "Don't worry about me, this is just an appetizer, and the show is still to come." ”

Fang Yan looked at the fallen monks one by one, and said with some sadness, "Many of them didn't compete for the strength of the Fire Cloud Flower, so why did they go to death?"

"People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and they just want to fight for a future. Lu Chen sighed, shook his head and said, "I'd better make a move." ”

As he spoke, he stepped into the air and walked towards the surface of the Huoyun Lake.

Xiao Qingchen was watching the melee on Huoyun Lake, and kept deducing in her mind how she would deal with it if she was in such a scuffle.

She suddenly saw Lu Chen walking alone towards Huoyun Lake, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on him.

That familiar gaze made her feel strange and confused.

And the other party turned out to be only in the late stage of foundation building?

Lu Chen's appearance not only attracted Xiao Qingchen's attention, but also attracted the attention of many monks.

He walked leisurely, heroic and chic, and the wind was light.

As he walked, he pointed at the fire lotus, and drew a circle in the void.

The finger of silence broke through the fiery space, leaving a black circle with a diameter of more than thirty meters above the blooming fire cloud flower.

"I'll count to three and quit the circle, otherwise there will be no mercy. ”

The loud and domineering voice came into everyone's ears, making everyone shocked.

Everyone looked at him and was slightly stunned.

Just a late-stage foundation-building monk?

What kind of joke was he playing.

"Look for death. ”

The three-turn monk closest to Lu Chen didn't say a word, and slashed at him with a sword.

"One ......"

Lu Chen lightly counted, raised his hand and pointed at him, and the sword cultivator who slashed at him was instantly pierced through the Jindan Phantom, and before he could let out a miserable scream, he fell from the air into the Huoyun Lake and was dissolved into ashes.

When the monks in the melee heard Lu Chen's warning, they only regarded it as a joke and killed their respective opponents again.

He killed a monk with one finger, and not many people saw it in the battle.

But the Tianjiao demon of the three major alliances watching the battle on the shore was seen by many people.

There was a look of curiosity on their faces, they couldn't imagine that there were such strong late-stage foundation building monks among the scattered cultivators.

Of course, they are just curious, they come from a big force, and they have seen too many demons.

It's just that this finger doesn't get their attention.

The black-clothed swordsman leaning against the trunk of the tree raised his head and looked at Lu Chen, his face was covered by a hat, and he couldn't see his expression.

Xiao Qingchen frowned slightly, she had seen Lu Chen's finger quicksand, but it was completely different from this monk's aura.

Lu Chen continued to walk towards Huoyunhua, pointing out with one point, counting, "Er......"

The sound was like the thunder of a tiger and a leopard into the ears of all the monks, with a fierce killing intent, which made people's hearts chill.

Tianluo refers to the domain.

As soon as he pointed out, the circle of annihilation he had drawn was instantly locked by the fingers of the sky.

This is a warning to the monks who are still fighting in the Circle of Annihilation.

The appearance of the finger domain made everyone who was fighting feel the threat of death.

The arrogant demons who were watching on the shore also began to be moved.

A true dragon-level demon is definitely a true dragon-level demon.

Demons are common in the big forces, but Tianjiao demons are by no means common.

The demons of the thirty-four spiritual veins and the true dragon-level demons of the thirty-five spiritual veins, the demons of the seven-turn knot pill and the true dragon-level demon of the eighth-turn knot pill, the strength is very different.

If there are true dragon-level demons in the small forces and scattered cultivation, those big forces will definitely take action.

The monk in the circle of silence looked at Lu Chen, looking at his cold eyes, and his whole body was terrified.

A few monks involuntarily took a few steps back and left the battle circle.

"Three. ”

As the voice of the Netherworld Killing God spread, one after another fingers shot through the air into the circle of annihilation, and the remaining ten or so monks inside retreated in horror, wanting to leave.

But it was too late.

Lu Chen gave them a chance, they didn't cherish it, then there was only death.

The overwhelming force of the Circle of Silence shot through the dozen or so monks and plunged them into the volcanic lake.

In the later stage of the Fifth Turning Jie Dan, which was the highest cultivation among them, they didn't have time to escape, so they fell into it.

Lu Chen walked into the circle of annihilation, looked at the monk on the volcanic lake, and said coldly, "Those who enter the circle die." ”

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