As soon as the pale flames appeared, the main hall was silent. Feeling his strength retreating little by little, Ling Dongchou, whose face was like ashes, couldn't help but cough violently.

"I want my fire of sorrow to be on the battlefield for a long time and have made countless achievements, but I don't want to be planted on a fledgling kid today, I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

Seeing the other party's crazy appearance, Juza couldn't help but sympathize with it in his heart, and immediately spoke: "This pure yin burning flame is a force that I have comprehended when I was in danger just now, and it is the ancestor of all fires in the world. It's only reasonable that your firepower will be restrained, and it's not too ugly to lose. ”

"Lose, hehe, lose?"

On the sidelines, Ling Nanbei, who was watching everyone laughing alone, had a flash in his eyes, and was about to step forward, but he didn't want to be stopped by the Lingzhong next to him, and the latter immediately said: "Don't go, let him be willful once!"

"But ......"

Ling Nanbei immediately set his eyes on the figure with his back to him, and a sad tear appeared in his eyes. At this time, Ling Qiuche sighed helplessly, and his originally straight waist also hung down at this time.

"Huo Dongchou, is this about to see the light of day again?"

"Huh?"

The giant throne's sword eyebrows tightened, and under the influence of his emotions, the pure yin flames distributed around him immediately gathered up and turned into a humanoid phantom body, standing in front of him, becoming an unworthy guardian spirit. And at this moment, just opposite the giant seat, an earth-shattering grand scene is being staged.

"Boy, you just said that these white fires are the ancestors of the world's fires, I don't know how they compare to my Eastern Sorrowful Fire?"

As he spoke, Ling Dongchou raised his right palm, only to see a flame that had just been born slowly burning in it. Suddenly, he pushed the palm of his hand to his mouth, and then sucked lightly, only to see the ball of fire "whoosh" into his throat like a fairy, and slowly slid into his stomach in a visible state. Suddenly, Ling Dongchou's body became almost transparent, and the large flame released from the fire ball illuminated the meridian bones in his body at a glance, and an unprecedented abnormal change was rapidly reacting in his body, like a plague, quickly devouring his entire body. Clothes, hair, and other things outside the body all drifted away from his body like clouds of smoke from the past, and all that remained, or rather, was a fiery god made of fire and unwavering in his heart!

"It's coming!"

When the giant throne retreated, the clone derived from the pure yin burning flame had already driven to Ling Dongchou's face.

That's right, the Pure Yin Flame is a new power that the giant has comprehended through the power of the Ten Perfect Trials, the ultimate fire extracted from the deepest part of hell, the foundation of all the flames in the world, and the nemesis.

However, at this time, Lingdongchou swallowed the flames into his body, and then gave birth to a new power that had never been before, this power is between life and death, the realm of things and people, plausible, illusory and true, the pure yin flame of the king of ten thousand fires saw this opponent, and there was no way for a while, no matter how he attacked, he could not penetrate Lingdongchou's new body.

What's even more terrifying is that the strength of Ling Dongchou, who swallowed the firepower, has made great progress again, and he has reached the mysterious realm where his body moves at will, and when his eyes move, he has already flashed to the giant seat. For a moment, the overwhelming flames rushed in front of him, but when he looked closely, those flames were incomparably fresh, but the color was exaggerated and terrifying.

"This ...... Could it be that this Ling Dongchou has already entered the demon, and has reached the point of being with the fire, and now, even the pure yin flame of my fire star is no match for him. ”

Yes, if it's just a simple flame, the Pure Yin Flame can turn it into nothingness at the snap of a finger. But now, Ling Dongchou still devoured the method of turning himself into the master of fire, and became the only one with the fire, becoming an outlier that did not belong to mortal fire, so he was no longer afraid of the power of the Yin Flame. In this way, Juza, who had finally found a way to win, immediately fell into an extremely bad disadvantage, coupled with Ling Dongchou's body of fire, both offensive and powerful were several times stronger than when he was in a mortal state, Juza had a pair of fists, but he couldn't deal with so many hands and feet, and for a while, he even had the idea of raising his hands and surrendering.

"Hahahaha, boy, this time you know what Jiang Gui's nature is!

The giant seat was so caught up in the oncoming firelight that he couldn't open his eyes, so he had to resist it with his hands. But after a while, Ling Dongchou, who was sure to win, did not take any more action, and a faint smell of burnt paste wafted in the air. At this time, I only heard a sharp voice behind me: "Dong Chou!"

The giant seat, which had not yet come to its senses, was suddenly pushed away by a palm that had reached out out from nowhere, and then several figures rushed to the flames together, and a strong sense of sadness spread over the entire battlefield. And at this time, Ling Qiu Che, who was standing motionless in place, actually lowered his head, as if he was repenting of his mistakes, and said in a sad voice: "Dong Chou, let's go!"

Ling Dongchou is dead!

This is a result that Juza never expected. Ling Dongchou, who was already only one step away from victory, suddenly died violently, dying in front of him, and solidified in mid-air with many magical and inexplicable blood-red substances, becoming an immortal monument. At this moment, Juzai's brain was blank, and he obviously gained a narrow victory, but he was not happy at all.

"You, it was you who killed Lao Dong, I ...... I want your life!"

Ling Nanbei, who was in tears, turned around and was about to attack the giant seat, but at this time, Ling Zhongzhi suddenly blocked in front of him, and said with a serious face: "What are you doing!"

Ling Nanbei pointed to the giant throne and said word by word: "I'm going to kill him!"

Lingzhong shouted: "Have you forgotten what Lao Dong told before he came on the field? Whether it is victory or defeat, this is the last round of the duel. Now that Lao Dong has passed away, in order to let him rest in peace, you don't want to make another incident. ”

"Yes...... But ......"

Lingxi wiped away the tears on his face, and then said: "Zhongzhi is right, Lao Dong's death is indeed related to this kid, but our five generals are not villains who break their promises, since they were said in advance, there is no reason to regret it, to blame, we can only blame our skills are not as good as others, and we are not good at learning, blame ...... No wonder others ......"

In the end, Lingxi's voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, and the sad look on his face had obscured all his emotions and thoughts. I think that as soon as their five major generals debuted, they will dominate the world, making the enemy fearful, and even the patriarchs of several major clans are afraid of them. And along the way, they have been able to stand among the masters for a long time, in addition to their superb skills, but also because of the unity and intimate relationship between the five people. At present, there are only four of the five generals left, and the few people who are alive are all grief-stricken. Fortunately, they have long looked down on life and death after living a life on the battlefield, today is Lingdong sorrow, and the next one may be themselves. The four of them took Ling Dongchou's body from the magma solidification with all hands and feet, and after covering it with a white cloth, they sneaked down and carried it out of the Yin Palace. After the four generals retreated, only a wordless Lingqiu Che was left in front of the main hall, a giant seat that was stunned, and a smug Lingke with a spring breeze. The latter glanced at the two of them, and then chuckled: "It's just a dead minion, why make the whole country mourn." In this case, the position of deputy patriarch has already fallen into the hands of this giant brother, right? However, as a young patriarch, I want to fight for it. ”

After saying that, Lingke looked at the giant throne with a sly expression, and a strange divine light flashed in his eyes. He waited for the giant to fight. In his opinion, he has successively faced Lingfubei, Lingxi resentment, and even killed Lingdongchou's giant seat, which is already approaching the limit, and at this moment, he made a move, and he suddenly wanted to win the victory. But what he didn't expect was that Ju Zuo didn't look at him, walked straight past him, and then left a sentence: "The position of the deputy patriarch is yours, I admit defeat!"

"Throw in the towel?"

Without waiting for further questions, the giant seat had already entered the main hall, and soon disappeared into the side door at the back of the hall. Lingke wanted to follow quickly, but was stopped by his father Lingqiu, and said: "The matter of the deputy patriarch should be put on hold, you have been out for too long, so let's go back first!"

"This ......"

Lingke wanted to continue fighting, but suddenly read an extremely dangerous message from Ling's eyes, so he temporarily dispelled the thought in his heart and turned away with an unhappy face. In front of the main hall, which was full of disarray, there was no one but Ling Qiu Che and a few guards. Looking at the red "monument" in place, Ling Qiuche couldn't help but sigh, and then said to himself: "I hope my choice is not wrong!"

When the slave found the giant seat, he found that he had passed out, and it turned out that it was because of the fierce battles before, which consumed a lot of energy and physical strength, coupled with the strong blow to his spirit, which affected the old wounds in his body, which knocked him down in one fell swoop. Ling Qiu Che sent the best Lang Zhong in the clan to cut his pulse to see a doctor, and prescribed several prescriptions for him to take externally and internally, which turned the injury into safety.

In a blink of an eye, a day passed, because the Yin Palace was deep under the surface, not seeing the day, and it was not like the outside world that could rely on sunrise and sunset to distinguish black and white day and night. Because of the long period of sleep, Juzao's throat is now thirsty and dry, and he can't even speak. But when he saw that the man was getting closer and closer to him, he still held a short knife in his right hand, which was about to be inserted into his body. At this moment, Juza did not have the slightest timidity, but his heart was full of calmness and relief. At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly sounded:

"Stop!"