Suddenly, the scorching heat eased a lot, but Jun Wenxin's back trembled slightly, and then he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the hand in his palm held him hard, and from behind him, a light blue light flashed, at first, it seemed to be a little conflicting with the purple light, incompatible, but soon, the two rays of light merged into one, forming a more powerful wall of light, resisting the terrifying red flame.

The man's shoulders, the man's back, stood silently in front of him, Lu Xueqi held his hands tightly, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth under the firelight.

Suddenly, the lengthy incantation stopped, and for a moment, it seemed as if everything was frozen in an instant, all the flames, the flames in the sky, the figures of Jun Wenxin and Lu Xueqi struggling to resist, and the statue of the Eight Fierce Gods that swirled endlessly in mid-air.

The depths of the hottest flame slowly cracked, from a thin crack to a slowly larger gap, from a gap about the size of a person, to a hole several times larger.

In the midst of the dazzling firelight in the sky, there seemed to be the deepest darkness in the sky.

Then, as if something, in the depths of that chasm, coldly, glanced at the outside world.

A ferocity filled with maddening despair swept through every corner of the stone chamber in an instant.

The next moment, as if stimulated by the craziest, all the flames instantly burst out with the most enthusiastic light, and the dragon's groans rose higher and higher, like a carnival that did not stop, and in the depths of the flames, the dragon's groans roared, with terror, with despair, the ancient gods and spirits descended from another world.

The huge head slowly stretched out, as dazzling as the scorching sun and unable to look directly, it was clearly a huge ancient fire dragon bathed in flames, and everywhere there was flames.

The huge dragon head had already occupied all the space, Jun Wenxin and Lu Xueqi looked at this invincible creature that almost surpassed the existence of this world, and even forgot to resist, just relying on instinct, the magic weapon of the two of them barely resisted the surging flames.

It's just that the suffocating majesty seems to have announced their fate.

Eight Desolate Fire Dragons!

In the legend of the ancient witch clan in southern Xinjiang, the terrifying beast that destroyed everything in the world, the ultimate summoning spirit of the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array, finally reappeared in the world after tens of thousands of years.

The huge dragon's head, slowly rotating in the flames, did not immediately destroy anything, and it was surrounded by flames, from the huge horns to the fangs in its mouth, showing a mysterious ruddy and transparent color that can only be flashed in extreme heat.

Every deep breath of the dragon caused the entire stone chamber to tremble violently, as if this space was just a small place for a creature as powerful as it, and even its body had never come out until now.

Behind the dragon's head, the rotating aura of the Eight Fierce Gods seemed to be hidden in the dazzling light of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, looming, and the huge aperture seemed to be trembling slightly.

Is it because of the desperate power of this fire dragon?

Or is it the memory of the long past?

Nobody knows.

No one would think about that anymore, because at this moment, it seemed that he was slowly getting used to the huge fire dragon that had just woken up, and above the dragon's head, in the huge ruddy and transparent eye sockets, the burning flames slowly rose, and the dragon head slowly turned around.

A moment later, the terrifying dragon head was facing the two figures in the corner of the stone chamber that were struggling to resist.

"Roaring ..."

In an instant, a huge roar resounded throughout the world!

Chapter 24: The End of the World

That roar seemed to come from far away, because in the midst of the roaring heat wave flames in the sky, the sound of the terrifying dragon roar of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons actually sounded a little distant.

And what Jun Wenxin and Lu Xueqi directly faced was the huge flames that erupted like angry waves, as well as the once hard ground under their feet, but at this moment it completely collapsed and turned into a lava hell, with countless huge cracks and cracks, and the red magma rushed and roared under their feet, splashing like waves and tides, hitting the remaining scorched black rocks, burning and making a slight sound.

The flames were billowing, overwhelming, and in a blink of an eye, they were already in front of them.

In this breath of despair, it was as if I couldn't breathe anymore.

The flushed face that was reflected, the corners of Jun Wenxin's forehead seemed to have green tendons flashing, in front of the huge Hongtao, his eyes widened, and he shouted, and the Zhuxian Ancient Sword left his palm and floated in the air in front of him.

At the same time, Jun Wenxin's hands formed a seal similar to that of Taoism, but what appeared from the palm of his hand was not all the solemn and clear brilliance that the Taiji Xuanqing Dao True Method was accustomed to, but a slight trace of noble purple and gold light.

Under the urging of his mana, Zhu Xian suddenly stood upright, erected between the void, silver and white as jade on the blade, with Jun Wenxin's hand of the Dharma seal formed, in the place between Jun Wenxin's chest and Zhu Xian, close to the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword, in the void the air seemed to be slowly twisted, slowly condensed into a Tai Chi pattern.

And between this Tai Chi pattern, what flickered was not the clear light of the true Taoist method of Qingyunmen, but mixed with all kinds of visions, black and white, like a dream.

Under the afterglow of the red flames, Lu Xueqi stood silently behind Jun Wenxin, staring at the man who had not recovered from his serious injuries but was doing his best, and faced the terrifying fire dragon in front of him!

Tianya's faint blue brilliance emanated behind Jun Wenxin.

Her hair, fluttering in the wind!

The next moment, blazing flames collided.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world had turned into fire, as if he was in a furnace, suffering from purgatory, and the endless red flames roared in his ears, as if endless hands were pulling his body frantically from all directions, wanting to crush him to pieces!

The whole body trembled!

However, in the sea of flames like raging waves, there is still a little strange light, and after being submerged, tenacious, struggling in the sea of fire flashes.

Zhu Xian!

The blazing light emanated from the immortals, condensed into an invisible wall, and defended the master in this apocalyptic sea of madness.

As if a miracle, the blow of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, which seemed to be supposed to destroy everything, was actually blocked by Jun Wenxin.

It's just that Jun Wenxin's heart is obviously not comfortable, his face, which was once red by the flames, instantly turned pale, and he couldn't see a little blood, Lu Xueqi, who was standing behind him, felt Jun Wenxin's body tremble slightly for the first time, and hurriedly supported him, but when she reached out to touch it, she was already surprised.

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