"I don't know. Tang Zhen shook his head, his eyes staring closely at the seven-colored flames in Wu Fang's palm, compared to the Poison Sect Ancestor, the look of shock in his eyes was still excessive.

In his impression, there is no strange fire in the list that the different fire is seven-colored. However, the seven-colored flame did make him feel a feeling of palpitations.

Even at the moment when this seven-colored flame appeared, the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire in his body actually emitted a slight trembling vibrato, which was a kind of jealousy!

The Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire ranked twelfth on the Alien Fire List, and the seven-colored flame could make the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire so fearful, obviously, the seven-colored flame was absolutely unusual, even if it was not the alien fire in front of it on the Alien Fire List, it was definitely a terrifying flame that was still unknown.

"When will the development of yakiniku fruit reach the level of our predecessors? "Those who are also capable of burning fruits, Xiao Yan naturally wouldn't think that the seven-colored flame in Wu Fang's hand was a different fire like Tang Zhen and the Poison Sect Ancestor. For them, they themselves were flames, and this seven-colored flame was just a product of Wu Fang's development of the Burning Fruit to a certain extent.

When the seven-colored flames appeared, he could feel that the four flames in his body had become extremely unstable, and it was instinctive fear.

"Brother Bing, watch out for that flame!"

There was no need for Lei Ling's reminder at all, the moment the seven-colored flames appeared, Bing He's heart was filled with unease.

But at this moment, he had no time to dodge, so he could only shout angrily, and his whole body urged the fighting qi in his body, forming an ice armor outside his body, and at the same time, he raised his hand and attacked out.

Wu Fang's figure continued to sweep forward, and the seven-colored flames in his palm burst out, devouring Binghe's terrifying fighting spirit in an instant, and then overwhelmingly enveloped Binghe.

Snort!

Almost in the blink of an eye, under the seven-colored flames, the ice armor outside the surface of Binghe's body completely melted. Immediately after, there was a scream, and before the scream could be heard, a wisp of white eyes floated up in the seven-colored flames, and Binghe's figure disappeared.

"No...... Don't!"

Looking at the wisps of white smoke that dissipated, and then at the seven-colored flames that swept towards him, Lei Ling, the master of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, shouted in horror. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and swept into the distance, but before he could sweep a hundred meters away, the seven-colored flames caught up with him.

In the seven-colored flames, the electricity was dense, and the crackling thunder sound lasted only two seconds before disappearing completely.

"Old poison, he ...... Who the hell is he......"

In the battlefield, the seven-colored flames dissipated, and with them, Binghe and Lei Ling. Tang Zhen looked at Wu Fang's back stupidly, instinctively squirmed his throat, and asked the Poison Sect Ancestor beside him with a wooden face.

Under his nose, in just an instant, an eight-star Douzun and a seven-star Douzun turned into ashes!

At this moment, Tang Zhen had a clearer understanding of the seven-colored flame in Wu Fang's palm, and if he had to describe it in four words, it was terrifying!

He is also the owner of the alien fire, and he clearly knows that the higher the realm, the less help the alien fire can provide, especially when it comes to the Dou Zun or even the Dou Sheng's realm, although the alien fire can still increase its combat power, it is no longer so terrifying blessing.

It was precisely because of this that he would lose his temper like this when he saw that Binghe and Lei Ling were powerless to fight back under the seven-colored flames.

"You might have to ask the kid about where he came from. The Poison Gate Ancestor reached out and pointed at Xiao Yan on the side, he was also shocked by the power of the seven-colored flames.

Previously, he thought that Wu Fang was a master of using poison, but now it seems that the other party is not only a master of poison, but also a master of playing with fire!

In the valley, a group of disciples stared at the battlefield in the sky, and the moment the bodies of Bing He and Lei Ling dissipated one after another, the valley instantly fell into dead silence.

It was only after a long time that the dead silence was replaced by the noise and panic.

"The Valley Lord of the Ice Valley and the Pavilion Master of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, are they dead?"

"There are not even bones left! Could that person's seven-colored flame be a strange fire that is more terrifying than the Valley Lord's Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire? It's terrifying!"

"Now that I think about it, this person we haven't watched the show is a really powerful existence!"

"Binghe and Lei Ling are dead, why are we all stunned, kill him in Binghe Valley and Wind Thunder Pavilion without leaving a piece of armor! Let them know the fate of violating my Burning Flame Valley!"

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After confirming that the two of them had died under the seven-colored flames, the disciples of the Burning Flame Valley and the Poison Sect cheered excitedly, and then one by one, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, they were full of fighting spirit, and they shouted and killed the disciples of the Ice Valley and the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

As for the disciples of the Ice River Valley and the Wind Thunder Pavilion, they were all dead, and there was no fighting intent in their eyes at all, looking at Wu Fang's back, their eyes were full of resentment.

The red-robed Dou Sect Yu Yao hung in the void, staring at the battlefield with his eyes, thinking of the horror of the seven-colored flames, and he was a little happy in his heart. Glancing at the eyes of the ancestor of the poison sect, there was a deep sense of gratitude. On the way here, if it weren't for the other party's obstruction, I'm afraid he would have turned into a wisp of white smoke and dissipated.

This ordinarily dressed 'theater man' is simply not something he can provoke!

In the battlefield, the old man with a solemn face swept through the void where Bing He and Lei Ling dissipated, and a little hesitation flashed in his eyes. Then, a crisp chain crash sounded, and the five soul seduction forests behind it disappeared.

The next moment, the old man glanced at Wu Fang, and his figure slowly disappeared into the void.

"Senior, that old guy has escaped!" Seeing the old man disappear, Xiao Yan on the side hurriedly shouted at Wu Fang, with anxiety in his voice.

"It's just a star Dou Sheng, but it's just an ant. ”

The plain but incomparably domineering Sen Han's voice wafted through the air.

I saw Wu Fang's right hand point out, and the void that the old man was fighting on suddenly exploded.

The void collapsed, a large number of space debris flew sideways, and the disappeared bone ghost old man reappeared in everyone's sight. Perhaps because of Wu Fang's intervention, the space shuttle was affected, and its originally intact clothes were all shattered under the cutting of space debris. There are even a few parts that have been cut open with terrifying blood-red wounds.

"How can you be regarded as the Second Heavenly Venerable of the Soul Palace, an existence above ten thousand people under one person, just flee without a fight?" Wu Fang looked at the old man playfully, and his words were full of thick sarcasm.

The Bone Shadow Sage did not answer, and his gaze at Shang Wu Fang was full of vigilance. Especially the terrifying energy contained in the other party's previous seven-colored flames, even he had some heart palpitations.

After snorting coldly, the Bone Sage immediately moved a position, as he found that the space he was in before seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of energy, making him unable to mobilize the power of space.

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