There was a dead silence in the conference room.

The two near-god disciples frowned and fell into deep thought, and the remaining high-level gods looked at each other, not daring to speak, and everyone was silent for a while.

It wasn't until a loud roar came from outside that they woke them up from their silence.

The group looked up in amazement and looked in the direction of the main gate, from where there was a clear roar of artillery fire.

They were stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

It's Lin Ze!

This guy actually called!

A touch of anger appeared on Yang Jing and An Tiecheng's faces at the same time, Lin Ze's actions were tantamount to a slap in the face to the Fire Infant Sect, the two of them immediately got up, and the red light on their bodies appeared, wrapping the whole person, and then like a cannonball, it shot out, directly smashing through the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room, and flying towards the door at a high speed.

The high-level gods present woke up from a dream, condensed their flame wings, and flew towards the gate after them.

The main gate of the sect.

The machine guns on the high wall flashed continuously, the deafening gunshots continued to roar, and countless bullets converged into a storm and shot towards Lin Ze in the sky, and the clanging sound was endless, but it could not break the latter's red lotus armor at all.

The armored vehicles arranged on both sides of the gate also opened fire at the same time, two small-caliber guns and two machine guns concentrated their fire on Lin Ze, and the thick and choking gunpowder smoke almost shrouded the vicinity of the gate, but all the attacks could not make Lin Ze's figure retreat even a little, without exception, they were firmly blocked by the red lotus armor on his body.

Looking past the two armored vehicles at the door, Lin Ze raised his hand, and the crimson light gathered in his palm, forming a huge ball of rich light, and the dazzling light almost blinded the eyes of the nearby soldiers.

In the next moment, the ball of light suddenly turned into a red pillar of light and shot out, sweeping in front of the gate like a sword blade, and the highly concentrated fire element energy cluster directly cut the two armored vehicles in two, and the soldiers between the armored vehicles didn't even snort, they were instantly vaporized by the terrifying high temperature.

Under the blow, there was a deep ditch more than 20 meters long and more than one meter wide on the ground in front of the gate, and the surface of the deep ditch had crystallized, and only a little red liquid like magma remained in the corners.

The soldiers guarding the gate were already horrified by Lin Ze, who was able to resist the concentrated fire of machine guns and artillery, and the latter's blow to destroy two armored vehicles and dozens of soldiers was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, directly shattering their will to fight, and immediately many soldiers couldn't stand the fear, threw down their weapons, and turned around and fled in panic while shouting monsters.

Lin Ze didn't pursue, let these ordinary soldiers escape, and smashed the machine guns on the wall with a few fire bullets, and then flapped the flame wings and flew into the headquarters.

After all, it was the headquarters of the Fire Infant Sect, and the reaction speed was amazingly fast, Lin Ze was stopped by the army stationed at the gate, and the people inside had already reacted that there were intruders, and they gathered towards the gate one after another.

As soon as he crossed the gate, he was attacked by a concentrated fire.

More than thirty sect members gathered behind the door, and the crimson light in their palms surged, and countless skills blasted out, instantly submerging Lin Ze like a tsunami raging wave.

"It's done!"

"Damn intruders!"

"Haha!"

The people gathered behind the door were some Yan-level Divine Disciples and Yan-level Divine Disciples, they obviously didn't know about the annihilation of the capture team, and they were in a hurry, so they didn't see Lin Ze fighting with the army, otherwise they would definitely not stand here to meet the enemy.

So, these people ushered in the last scene of their lives.

Countless tiny clusters of flame light tore through the curtain of fire and burst out, sweeping towards the gods on the ground like a barrage of machine guns, but in an instant, more than thirty official gods were beaten into a sieve, blood bloomed one after another, and they fell to the ground with round eyes, losing their breath.

When the disciples who were rushing towards this side from all directions saw this scene, they immediately froze in place, their faces turned pale with fright, and after coming back to their senses, they turned around and fled without hesitation, wishing to grow a few more legs.

Lin Ze saw it in his eyes, slowly raised his hand, the light in his palm condensed, and slender flame rays shot out at great speed, falling like a curtain of rain, and submerged into the hearts of the fleeing gods one after another.

With each flash of light, a person's body convulsed and fell to the ground, killing him in an instant.

After just over ten seconds, the disciples fled, and died, and within a few hundred meters of the gate, there was no longer a living disciple, and hundreds of corpses were lying motionless on the ground, blood flowing, gathering and accumulating together, almost covering the ground with a shallow layer.

"Lin Ze !!"

There was a burst of angry shouts in the distance.

Lin Ze followed the prestige, and saw two red lights rushing towards him at an astonishing speed like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they flew not far in front of him, and the red light dissipated, revealing the figures of Yang Jing and An Tiecheng.

The two of them swept their eyes over the corpses all over the ground, and their faces immediately turned extremely blue.

The loss of hundreds of Divine Disciples at once is undoubtedly a nerve-wracking blow for the Fire Infant Sect, and it may not be able to recover in a few years.

Suffering such a huge loss, how could Yang Jing and An Tiecheng not be furious.

An Tiecheng, who had the most short temper, immediately glared at Lin Ze angrily, and said in a cold tone: "It's very good, don't think about walking out of this door today!"

Lin Ze pointed to the flame wing behind him: "I think I can fly out." ”

"You guy" An Tiecheng's face became more and more gloomy.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, let's work together to solve him!" Yang Jing glanced at Lin Ze coldly, raised his hands, and put his palms together to aim at Lin Ze, and saw a large ripple-like red ripple suddenly appear in the void in front of him, and a huge fireball drilled out of it.

The fireball was the size of a car, the crimson flames were burning, faintly outlining a demonic face the size of a person's face, the hideous and distorted face opened its mouth wide and screamed, but no sound came out, with Yang Jing's gentle push, the entire giant fireball roared, blasted out like a meteorite, and quickly approached Lin Ze.

On the other side, An Tiecheng's body surface bloomed with a rich dark red light, and a large amount of fire elemental energy gathered from all directions, attaching to him, forming a thick semi-liquid fluid like magma in the blink of an eye.

At a glance, An Tiecheng had grown to more than three meters tall, like a terrifying magma giant.

He raised his head to the sky and roared, and then lightning struck out, and pounced on Lin Ze like a sprinting beast.

Facing the menacing two, Lin Ze was not afraid, and waved the soul knife with an indifferent face, and the blade of the cold flickering blade was immediately covered with a layer of soft golden red light, and then the crack slashed out, and the knife light flashed like thunder, penetrating the whistling demon fireball, and directly cut the latter in two, the fracture was scorched black as if an ordinary item had been cut by a red-hot blade, and wisps of green smoke were emitted from the corners.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, the corners of Yang Jing's eyes couldn't help but twitch fiercely.

The Demon Fireball is a flame skill, and the temperature is extremely high, and it is as if it has been cut at a high temperature, which shows that the temperature of the blade in Lin Ze's hand is so high, it is simply terrifying.

As soon as he thought of this, his gaze at the Soul Sword couldn't help but be full of fear.

After Lin Ze swung his knife to extinguish the demon fireball, he turned his head and saw that the magma giant incarnated by An Tiecheng had come to the front, looking at the huge size, but the movements were very fast, and with a dip of his arms, the huge palms closed Lin Ze's hands and waist in his hands.

After grabbing Lin Ze, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of An Tiecheng's mouth, and he suddenly squeezed hard, and under the terrifying and powerful force, the Red Lotus Armor gurgled and made a piercing sound like a metal twist, and if you looked closely, you could find that the position where the armor was shrouded in the palm of his hand had already appeared obvious depressions.

However, that's all there is to it, no matter how hard An Tiecheng tries in the future, he will never be able to further deform the Red Lotus Armor, let alone break the defense.

As for the magma flowing on the palm, it couldn't cause the slightest damage to the Red Lotus Armor.

Seeing this, An Tiecheng was suddenly shocked in his heart.

Before he could figure out a way to crack it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a particularly dazzling and dazzling line of fire suddenly appear around Lin Ze's body, and after a slight stagnation, it expanded at an alarming speed.

Hearing a bang, the raging waves of fire swept away, swallowing An Tiecheng head-on.

When the waves of fire dissipated and his vision returned to clear, Yang Jing looked intently and saw that the magma giant had disappeared, leaving only a few pieces of magma still hanging on the surface of An Tiecheng's body, and the sleeves of the latter's uniform were completely destroyed, revealing his red arms, as if they had been burned.

The sharp pain and anger made An Tiecheng's face distort incomparably, and he glared at Lin Ze angrily, his teeth gurgling.

Yang Jing's face was also cloudy, Lin Ze's strength was much stronger than they expected, the two of them joined forces, but they couldn't help each other, and in the entire Fire Infant Sect, only Chief Luo Shidao had this kind of strength.

Looking at the different looks of the two, the corners of Lin Ze's mouth hooked, and he had no intention of trying it any further.

As he guessed, the strength of the near-god was similar to that of the divine servant, about the same as the monster he encountered in the elite-level assessment dungeon, in other words, the level of the first elite-level level, and this kind of strength was no longer in his eyes.

As soon as his mind moved, the soul energy was immediately withdrawn from the red lotus, and under Lin Ze's control, it flowed into the body, colliding violently with the aura entrenched in the abdomen, fusing and bursting out with huge energy.

Yang Jing and An Tiecheng suddenly felt their hearts skip a beat, and a stagnant and terrifying momentum suddenly descended, almost making their breathing stagnate, and a violent palpitation suddenly appeared in the depths of their hearts.

And the source of the momentum came from Lin Ze not far away.

"What's going on?"

Just as the same thought appeared in the minds of the two of them, Lin Ze's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Seeing this, Yang Jing immediately secretly said badly, his mind moved, and a layer of rich red light appeared on his body, and the fire suit that could be practiced by the two-star god disciple was used by him, and the defensive effect was comparable to the heavy armor of the whole body, but when a golden red blade suddenly flashed in the void and slashed towards his neck, the fire suit did not work at all, and the golden red blade penetrated the red light almost without hindrance, and swept through it at great speed.

There was a soft snort, and a cloud of blood mist rose up.

Barely feeling the pain, Yang Jing felt his vision fly high, sweeping past a headless corpse, and then the sky swirled.

Before his consciousness was overwhelmed by the tide-like darkness, the last scene he saw was a golden-red blade peeking through An Tiecheng's chest with a dazed expression, and the tip of the knife stabbed diagonally upward.