Lan Mei'er stood at the back of the altar, her usual irritable temper was somewhat restrained, and her unfolded wings were bent into a rotating bright moon, with a bright blue light, like a cold hedgehog with thorny fur, tightly protecting Chu Ge and Mo Caiwei.

Chu Ge stood between the wings of the four-winged Flying Tiger, holding a bronze sword in his hand, and nine heavenly thunder corpses were clustered around, he couldn't help much in a battle of this level, but he still looked at the four directions vigilantly, just to protect the Yiren around him.

Beside Chu Ge, Mo Caiwei sat on top of the strange crystal star coffin, her eyes slightly closed, cross-legged sacrifice, bursts of starry cold snow came out from her eyebrows, and slowly fell into the crystal star coffin, I don't know if she was communicating with Di Xian, or using it to heal.

For all this, Chu Ge just watched, and didn't dare to disturb, at this moment, he felt powerless again, originally thought that if he succeeded in opening his pulse, he would be able to reach the peak again.

However, he gradually realized that his peak had already opened a big distance from the many talented people in the Southern Regions, and perhaps, all this could only be made up for by time.

"Caiwei, as long as you give me a little time, I will definitely take care of you!"

The night was very light, the green mist was filled, Chu Ge shook his head and sighed slightly, in vain, he glanced at Mo Caiwei beside him, and his left hand was clenched into a steel sand ball, as long as he could be given a little time, he would definitely be able to soar for thousands of miles, living up to the Yiren, and even more so himself.

The night gradually became thicker, and there were many people in this Wu'an event, and everyone had their own ideas and pursuits, or eagles, or peaceseekers, or fortune tellers.

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"Why don't we withdraw?"

Yan Gehuo, the flame extinguishing sword, frowned slightly, and saw that the people of the Zhu Rong Yi clan were menacing, and he had the heart of retreating, and turned around to ask the swordsmen.

"Fourth brother, Fu Wu and Demon Punishment, how can you have the heart of retreat, even if the people of the Zhu Rong clan are melting and calling the gods, the sword of our Heavenly Sect cannot be retreated, let alone broken!"

The life-killing sword Yan Shangjin scolded, and the blood soul sword in his hand was held a little tighter, contrary to Yan Gehuo, he only wanted to destroy the demon, and he was not afraid of the few Fang Ding that came from the sky.

The night was still low, the dark clouds were stacked with flames, and the cyan sword light was slightly dim, but at this moment, Yan Shangjin's heart was washed away from the dust, and the heart of righteousness emanating from the eyes of the two Mu Ne made his path of protection as clear as water.

With a snort, several purple heavenly flames suddenly swept from mid-air, and layers of milky white halos appeared in them, and in the depths of the halo of the Ding furnace, there was a purple wooden door floating impressively, and countless flames were rolling and burning.

You can faintly see a red-clothed figure, standing behind the door, purple fires blooming, the red-clothed figure, holding a royal red old cloud flag, flying on the flag with three Vermilion Bird Sacred Birds, is burning in the fire.

What is amazing is that those three Cloud Flag Vermilion Bird can actually attract heavenly fire!

"Senior brothers, be careful, this is Zhu Rongyi's secret technique, help the door open, and Rong Ding summons the gods!"

Gu Luoyang raised his hand at the swordsmen, his lazy eyebrows flashed with a layer of vigilant light, and the moment he saw the appearance of the divine bird, he immediately understood that this was the person of the Zhu Rong clan who was performing a secret technique.

Each clan has its own inheritance secret method, and the descendants of the immortal clan like the Zhurong clan will naturally have their own secret technique.

It's just that the people of the Zhurong clan don't pay attention to the formation like the Heavenly Sect, as long as the people with the Yin vein are willing to turn blood into a door, other people can use this gate to summon the ancient fire god.

Shout!

A graceful female figure flew up from mid-air, and Jiang Man, who was in the vein, was obviously a person in the yin vein, just because she was holding a pen in her hand and drawing it towards the palm of her hand, the red blood was sprinkled like ink, and the blue pen was instantly dyed blood red.

"Fu Ping Secret Technique, the Nine Heavens Gate Opens!"

Jiang Man's eyes were closed, he picked up the pen in his hand and quickly drew a blood-colored wooden door in front of him, and then with a pen in his mouth, his green lips squirmed, only to see a burst of purple smoke lingering above his head, Jiang Man was weird, turned into a streamer, and escaped into the blood-colored empty door.

With a snort, at the moment when the streamer entered the body, the blood-colored empty door turned into a purple wooden door, flying towards the Ding furnace in mid-air, embedded in it, and faintly saw that the nine-day mist appeared behind the door, spreading thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Seeing that the wooden door was burning in the flames, Ge Tan and the others of the Zhurong clan hurriedly pinched the finger testimony and fused the tripartite Ding Furnace in mid-air.

With the gradual burning of the wooden door, a purple divine punishment thunder surged in the tripod, and at the moment of the fusion of the three tripods, Ge Tan, Duan Sheli and Liu Xuanhuang shouted in unison: "The heavenly fire is melting, and the gods of the eight directions are coming!"

Bang!

I saw the fire burning, behind the wooden door, the red-clothed figure that was originally just an illusion, suddenly flew out, he stepped on three Vermilion Bird Divine Birds, holding a purple treasure red cloud flag, and his whole body spread in a sea of fire, especially his two black cold eyes, prostrate in the night sky, erupting with Senhan's anger.

The cloud flag in his hand was gently raised, and a bloody cold wind fell from the sky, containing the divine power of heaven and earth, and the seven sword mountains of the Holy Spirit were swept down in an instant, and countless cyan sword elements were shattered to the ground.

"This is Zhu Rong God? The young generation of Zhu Rong clan can actually summon Zhu Rong God!"

The seven sons were shocked, the casual wave of the red-clothed figure was mighty, and they could feel that this red-clothed divine shadow was full of a wild divine will from ancient times, making heaven and earth surrender.

Before the seventh son could recover from the shock, the red-clothed figure turned in the air, and a cold purple light erupted from his eyes towards the sky, and the three Vermilion Bird birds under his feet rose to the sky, screaming and roaring, grabbing at the six sword mountains violently, and grabbing another sword mountain into pieces.

Seeing this, the seven sons of Tianzong were shocked again.

Crackling!

The scorching heavenly fire crackled the back of the red-clothed figure, and a pair of purple fire wings sprouted on his back, the wings soared into the sky, the flames flowed, and the blood-colored mouth was a large mouth, a sword mountain of the Holy Spirit, which was swallowed into the belly by the red-clothed figure.

Then, the red-clothed figure chirped its mouth and flew into the air, its eyes hollow, as if nothing had happened, and fled back into the blood-colored wooden door.

"Hahaha, Zhu Rong's Divine Secret Technique is really extraordinary!"

Zuo Lang hid in the wordless book of heaven and let out a wild laugh, holding a purple brush in his hand towards the book of heaven, snorting, the entire book of heaven flew in the air, and purple runes floated in it, exuding a faint light of mountains and rivers.

Bang!

A purple streamer slid down in mid-air, and the wordless Heavenly Book suddenly smashed towards the Sword Yuan Spirit Mountain, and the purple rune was like a dragon, directly smashing a sword mountain into pieces.

Suddenly, four of the seven sword mountains were smashed, and only three remained.

"Hmph, I wish the Rong clan more secret techniques than these, so, you don't lose anything when you trade with us!"

Jiang Man opened her eyes and glanced at the three sword mountains not far away, then looked at Zuo Lang, and said coldly, and then she picked up the blue pen, and the Xuanqing ruler in her hand swiped towards the sky, and a touch of cold willow qi erupted from it, turning into a dragon, and slammed towards the sword mountain.

At the same time, she stepped on the air with both feet, and the pen and the ruler quickly closed, and a cold willow tripod also flew out from the center of her eyebrows, smashing her down towards the sword mountain.

"I'm not a businessman, I don't know how to buy or sell!"

Zuo Lang raised his eyebrows, his face was full of vanity, he didn't want to trade with others, and he cooperated with Wu Zixu, but he just wanted to paint well.

In the next moment, Zuo Lang clapped his hands, picked up the purple brush, and once again painted the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Bang!

When Zuo Lang chose to paint, the people of the Zhurong clan had already sealed the seal and went to the three sword mountains again.

One after another thunder, fire and lightning were torn in the sword mountain, and Zuo Lang saw the opportunity and also chose to shoot.

Bang!

A purple streamer swept through the night, with the addition of the wordless heavenly book, the three sword mountains of the Holy Spirit loosened again, and they could be faintly seen on the three sword mountains, with cyan horizontal willow cracks...

However, just when everyone thought that Sword Mountain was about to collapse, the ironic Twilight appeared.

With a bang, the red-clothed figure that had escaped into the fire tripod flew out again, he held the cloud flag, stepped on the divine bird, and the two fire eyes were empty and deep, emitting an eerie ghostly light.

I saw that his bloody mouth was wide open, constantly devouring the fire aura around him, however, this time, the spearhead of the naked figure was directly aimed at the four people of the Zhu Rong clan.

"Damn, it's the god of fire who has started to ask for the power of the gods!"

Jiang Man's face sank like water, and she scolded angrily, she didn't expect that when Sword Mountain was about to be defeated, the Fire God actually began to absorb their Yuan Shen firepower.

It's really easy to invite God, but it's hard to send God, it turns out that Zhu Rong's Rongding Invitation God secret technique is a killing technique that injures a thousand enemies and damages eight hundred.

Invite the god of fire to help, and do you need to sacrifice your own essence mana?

Come and go quickly, the red-clothed figure just took a big breath of Jingyuan's qi, then clinged to the cloud flag and escaped into the empty door.

However, just by doing so casually, the people of the Zhu Rong clan felt that most of the primordial spirit qi in their bodies had disappeared, and the power of the treasure weapon and the power of the Ding Fire had also weakened by half.

This dark night of long-sky confrontation has once again become unpredictable!

"Haha, God really helps me to wait, senior brothers, come with me!"

Gu Luoyang smiled wantonly, he had already seen the backlash of the secret law, how could he let go of such a heaven-sent opportunity, holding the Great Yang Holy Sword in his hand, holding the three sword mountains, and bullying everyone in the air.

Bang!

The sword light was like a dragon, resounding in the sky, and the other six swords had already reacted, pinching their fingerprints one after another, and bursts of Qingyuan sword intent glowed in their hands, and suddenly, three sword mountains and seven spirit swords emitted a blue sword light in the sky, slashing away at everyone.

Bang bang!

The dazzling Sword Mountain Hanmang, Huoyuan Fang Ding, and Puppet Corpse Pill exploded in mid-air, the space shook, and several blue and purple rivers shuttled back and forth in mid-air, smashing, and the whole world suddenly changed color, sometimes bright, sometimes dim...

For a long time, I don't know if there is a winner or loser, only to see the most dazzling purple thunder split down in the sword mountain, the sword mountain, the mountains and rivers and the giant ding collapsed, followed by several trembling figures flying down in the wind.

It's not so much flying down, but rather being thrown off by some kind of strong spatial tearing force, just because these figures who have fallen to the ground, their clothes are shattered, blood is flowing everywhere, and their broken bodies seem to be pasted with a layer of viscous dull blood.

At the moment of landing, the body stumbled, stumbled, and fell directly to the ground...