"Leave my Highness unwound!"

Seeing Murong Yuxuan's ruthless and fast side, how did the two middle-aged deacons of the Fire God Temple not know that Yi Yan Hao's state at this time would definitely not be able to take it, and they couldn't dodge, so they couldn't help but shout angrily and wanted to stop Murong Yuxuan's move.

"This is the battle between our young lady and your god son, and it is better not to interfere with the two of you. ”

The two old men of the Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion, one green and one black, stopped in front of the deacon of the Fire God Temple, and said with a displeased face.

The two deacons of the Fire God Temple were also helpless, although they were both powerhouses of the Transformation Realm, but if they and the two powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Beast Pavilion wanted to divide the victory and defeat, it would not be possible to solve it in a while, and if they were blocked, they could only watch as Burning Hao was subjected to this whip.

"Poof......

Burning Hao in mid-air was swept by the whip, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell from mid-air, and smashed heavily on the ground, like a falling meteorite, smashing the ground into a big crater.

Yan Hao knelt on one knee, slowly stood up, looked at Murong Yuxuan with extremely cold eyes, and said: "Miss Murong, this time it was the carelessness of the palace, I lost to you, this matter is remembered by the palace, you will not have such good luck next time." ”

After Yan Hao finished speaking, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the deacon of the Fire God Temple on the side, and said, "Let's go!"

"Yes, His Highness Yan Hao!"

The two deacons nodded in response, one of the deacons grabbed Yan Hao's shoulders and rose into the sky, sweeping into the distance, while the other deacon looked at Murong Yuxuan with a vicious gaze and said, "Miss Murong, our Fire God Temple has never suffered such a big loss, I remember this incident in the Fire God Temple, Miss Murong should be careful next time." ”

"I don't bother with this Fire Temple, Miss Ben has always been very careful. ”

Murong Yuxuan smiled indifferently.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the deacon also rose to the sky and swept into the distance. And Murong Yuxuan looked at the deacon of the Fire God Temple who was leaving, and then set his eyes on the body of the dark and evil fire in the distance.

With her current cultivation, she can only get close to the dark and dark fire for about a hundred meters, and she can no longer get close, not because of the terrifying high temperature, but because of the terrifying evil qi, when the evil qi enters the body, ordinary people will definitely die, even if it is her, she will be seriously injured.

In the previous battle with Yan Hao, don't look at Murong Yuxuan's indifferent look, but she didn't know that her source power was running out, and she had suffered some internal injuries, and now she no longer had the ability to subdue the dark and evil fire, so she looked at the old man in Tsing Yi on the side and said, "Uncle Qing, I'm sorry for you!"

The old man in the green robe understood and said with a smile: "Miss is too polite." ”

Looking at the roaring and roaring dark fire in the distance, the blue-robed man grabbed the void in his palm, and a source force palm of tens of zhang in the sky appeared, slapping towards the fire python turned into a dark and dark fire, and the powerful momentum and pressure made the dark and dark fire roar again and again, and the flames continued to erupt, except for the speed of the source force palm falling a little slower, and there were dao cracks, there was no obvious effect, and the huge palm continued to condense, with a momentum like a mountain, the flame python turned into the dark and dark fire was smashed at once. Then he ingested the entire dark and gloomy fire into the palm of his hand, and the dark and dark fire found in the middle of dozens of zhang quickly shrunk, and soon turned into a palm-sized flame lotus.

"Miss, this is the essence of the dark fire. ”

The old man in the green robe said to Murong Yuxuan with the dark fire wrapped in the source power in his hand, with a happy face.

"Okay, Uncle Qing, let's go, this continent will soon be unstable. ”

Murong Yuxuan remembered what Yan Hao said before, and then flew into the distance, and the two old men behind him also followed closely.

Their young lady is right, the continent is about to be in chaos.