Twelve Sons, Twelve Directions. Muyang sits in the center of the Fire Tree Silver Flower Forest, where the flame qi is most powerful. Create an enchantment with your own Protoss Qi, and then control the spread of your breath.

Immediately afterwards, the Twelve Holy Sons were located in the twelve directions of this Fire Tree and Silver Flower Forest under Mu Yang's arrangement. Each used his own means to form a complex defensive barrier under this sky, completely shielding the aura.

They have the same heart, and even the intensity of their breath is equal. This kind of tacit understanding is simply incomparable to ordinary cultivators. Therefore, Muyang's behavior is also relatively easy. He just needs to keep improving his aura.

The seal is constantly changing, and although the breath of the Twelve Holy Sons occasionally trembles, it can still stabilize with each other's compensation. Mu Yang's figure sat cross-legged, but under the shroud of Gang Qi, it slowly rose.

Slowly spread his hands, since there was no fire source ice crystal, then Muyang could only use himself as a medium. He completely enveloped the surface of his body with the aura of the Protoss, and then the flames were transformed, forming a vortex-like existence.

Among the formations below was the place where the scorching qi was most powerful in this place of the sun. Therefore, after Muyang turned into a suction cup, the air currents continued to absorb and merge with Muyang's body to form a huge fireball.

Boom, boom, bang, explosion, explosion, the area was surrounded by flames on all sides. However, it is limited to the forest of this fire tree and silver flower, and the periphery has no effect at all, because the enchantment is strong enough.

After a while, the flames around Muyang's body became more and more powerful, spreading to all sides. The suction force did not decrease in the slightest, but became stronger and stronger. Mu Yang's body began to rush to the limit, and he was about to lose it.

Seeing this, the Twelve Holy Sons also felt this situation. The fire source ice crystals contain the qi of ice and fire, which can balance each other. But Muyang always has physical boundaries. No matter how strong the physique is, there are still limitations.

"Holy Lord, if it doesn't work, don't continue to force it, we can move quickly and gradually. If this continues, your body will not be able to bear it, and the consequences will be very serious, and you can't think of climbing to the sky in one step!"

The voice of the soul was transmitted, and Muyang heard it completely. But at this critical moment, we can't just give up. So his mind turned, and there was a cluster of flames of different colors in his palm, that is, the fire in the ice.

"Huh...... Whether it can be synthesized or not, whether it can be successfully refined here, depends on this last chance. Mu Yang's heart moved, and his palm twisted. The collision of flames with flames creates powerful fluctuations.

Two flames with different properties collided head-on. The aftermath is incomparably powerful. Muyang forcibly endured the impact of the aftermath. Although the body trembled violently, it remained stable at all times.

On the other hand, the Twelve Holy Sons, their powers dissolve each other, so even if the flame qi constantly impacts the enchantment, they can smoothly dissolve it for the time being: "Since the Holy Lord refuses to let go, then we will persevere to the end." ”

The seal suddenly changed, turning defense into offense. The Twelve Holy Sons concentrated their breath on the enchantment, and the attributes of the holy weapon appeared, and the light and shadow flickered, scattering and sealing the flame qi, revolving around Muyang.

Shocked in his heart, Mu Yang showed a touch of ecstasy: "Haha...... It turned out that it could be like this, why didn't I think of it at first?" "As long as you use the power of the Twelve Holy Sons to disperse the flame qi, you won't go berserk."

Next, as long as Mu Yang uses the Qi of the Protoss to refine them one by one, it will be like breaking them one by one, so that it will be easier than the previous hard encounters, and he will not be attacked to varying degrees, killing two birds with one stone.

The figure flashed, and he came to the barrier in the center of the Twelve Holy Sons. Glancing at everyone, Mu Yang said seriously: "Thank you." "Spread your hands, and the flames surged, bang, bang, and hit the barrier again and again.

Boom! The air is soaring, but it still has no impact on the outside world. I saw that in the forest of fire trees and silver flowers, the illusion left by the old man was about to disappear completely. As long as the flame is fully gathered, it is a success.

Soon, Muyang's figure began to rotate. From slow to fast, it turned into a tornado like a flame in a short time. That's what it means to be a medium. It is up to him to absorb the flames first, and then transform them into the purest energy.

But the price to be paid is that Muyang can't control the impact of the aftermath. Therefore, the twelve holy sons on all sides will be shocked again and again by the aftermath like Muyang in different directions. Only by forcibly taking it can you carry it.

Bang! Bang! Boom! Again and again, the Twelve Holy Sons let out a muffled snort from time to time, but each time they could carry it smoothly. How long this state will last, no one knows, not even Lin Lin can't help.

Suddenly, an explosion was heard, and a gap was broken in the barrier above. The pillar of light soared into the sky, and the flame spirit son collapsed with it. The aura poured down like a shower.

Rushing... Rushing... Lingzi turned into a heavy rain and dripped directly on the ground. Originally, I thought it would bring a fire, but I didn't expect that these spirit sons had already been refined, so they fell to the ground and produced purifying power.

The aura spread, and a ray of light flowed out. I saw that everything was gradually growing up, and a hundred flowers were blooming, I don't know how long I hadn't seen this kind of scene, and Muyang's heart gradually began to calm down.

But this situation did not last long, and there was a sharp hissing sound in their large array. It turned out to be an enchantment above, and it was impacted by a powerful force, and cracks actually appeared, which was extremely unstable.

Bang, bang, the impact of energy, among which was a holy son, showed signs of being unable to bear it. And his brows were furrowed, and his expression was very hideous. The crowd sensed that something was wrong, so they anxiously asked, "What's the matter with you? Why is this happening?"

He didn't know it himself, he just felt that the breath in his body was churning abnormally, and every breath would impact his meridians, and in his meridians it was like a galloping horse, completely uncontrollable.

Soon, his hands trembled violently, and he opened his eyes, and a red light burst out of his eyes. This does not bode well. The impact of his strength made him retreat step by step. If he continues, he will definitely explode and die.

Not only that, Mu Yang was keenly aware of the origin of his wrongness. Because there was a red light in his eyes, and there was a trace of indistinguishable black gas in the red glow, which was not what should be found in a holy weapon.

"Let's work together, and control it first. Then try to stabilize the enchantments in all directions, and this seat will find a way. Mu Yang said in a deep voice. I didn't expect that it had reached such a point, and there would still be such a change, and the world was unpredictable.

(End of chapter)