After Yuan Yi coughed for a while, he barely sat up with his hands on the ground.

After seeing the blue-gold flame lotus flower above his head, Yuan Yi hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it and swallowed it into his mouth.

"Gollum."

A flame mark on Yuan Yi's forehead quietly appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With the swallowing of this mysterious fire lotus, Yuan Yi actually felt that the pain all over his body had been alleviated a lot.

"My lord."

Yuan Yi, who was in a slightly better state, staggered and knelt down on one knee.

"Run your eight doors well, and I'll naturally look for you when I need it."

Xiao Yan looked at Yuan Yi, who was kneeling on one knee below, and said lightly.

"Colorscales, let's go."

Xiao Yan turned his head and said.

"Hmm."

The color scales hugged Xiao Yan a little.

"Whoosh!"

A ghostly light disappeared into the sky.

"Whew! Ahem. ”

Yuan Yi let out a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Yan and the others leave, and then sat down on the ground.

"Hehe, I didn't see the hair of this legendary alchemy master when I came out once, but I put myself in, it's interesting."

Yuan Yi sat in the pit and cried and laughed for a while.

Long.

"Ahem."

Yuan Yi jumped out of the pit, swayed all the way with his fighting wings, and quietly sneaked back to Black Seal City.

......

Two days later.

On an official road leading to Black Seal City.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ......”

Dozens of blood-red figures exuding gloom and violence headed straight towards the Black Seal City, led by a tall man in a red robe as big as blood.

"Elder Wang."

The middle-aged man who was running suddenly spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, there was a smell of blood rushing to his face.

"Sect Master."

A white-haired man on the side... Well, the bald old man greeted him.

"Are you sure Ling Er died outside the Black Seal City?"

"Sect Master," said with a tyrannical look in his eyes.

"Yes, Sect Master."

The old man bowed his head slightly, as if he was a little afraid of something.

"Hey, then let's go to Black Seal City first to find that Yuan Yi to ask for some interest for Wu'er."

"Sect Master" also ignored the old man, and said to himself.

"Let's go, speed up."

"Sect Master," he said, frowning.

"Yes, Sect Master."

The crowd shouted.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ......”

Black Seal City.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Earth-shattering explosions rang out in the sky above Black Seal City.

The energy in the entire space was boiling, and that was the movement that could only be generated when the powerhouses above the Douhuang realm were fighting.

The aftermath of the collision of energy ripples obscured most of the City Lord's Mansion, and the blue and red colors of the entire sky confronted each other.

It's just that it seems that the state of the owner of the cyan energy is not very good, and he retreats in the battle with the red canopy.

"Boom!"

After another earth-shattering collision, a figure with cyan fighting wings flew upside down from the center of the battle.

"Fan Yan, it's not me who killed your son, what are you looking for me for!!"

Yuan Yi shouted angrily at the red canopy.

"Huh!"

A tall man wearing blood-red fighting wings also flew out of the boundless sea of blood.

"Hmph, my son died outside your Black Seal City, then your eight doors are also responsible, I don't look for you to find anyone?"

Fan Yan put his hands behind his back and said hatefully.

"Fan Yan, don't think that my eight doors are easy to bully and make me anxious......"

Yuan Yi clutched his chest and said.

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, I'm going to charge a little interest for my son first, let's take it."

Fan Yi directly waved his hand rudely and interrupted Yuan Yi.

"Bloody Palms!"

A low shout rang out in the sky.

A disgusting smell of blood quickly emanated from Fan Yi's wide palms, and as soon as the wings of Fan Yan's fighting spirit behind him shook, his whole person turned into a cloud of blood mist and shot towards Yuan Yi on the opposite side.

"Humph! I'm still afraid that you won't make it! ”

Yuan Yi smiled gloomily and greeted Fan Ling.

Just as the two were about to make contact, Yuan Yi suddenly turned around in mid-air and shot towards the City Lord's Mansion below.

"Whoosh!"

Yuan Yi turned into a long ray of ghost light and fell into the City Lord's Mansion.

"Quickly open the defense array!"

Yuan Yi crawled out of the ground and said anxiously.

"Poof!"

In just a few seconds, a transparent energy shield tens of zhang long enveloped the entire City Lord's Mansion in it.

"Here you go!"

Yuan Yi hooked his hand in the mansion at this time.

"......" Fan Xuan.

Fan Yan, who had just maintained a charging posture, watched this series of complex changes dumbfounded.

"Yuan Yi, you are really a good master of eight doors."

Fan Yan flapped his fighting wings and landed above the energy light mask, looking at Yuan Yidao.

"Of course."

Yuan Yi said complacently.

"Yuan Yi, can't you get out?"

Fan Yan said in a deep voice.

"Don't go out."

Yuan Yi raised his head and said.

"If you don't come out again, I will kill all your disciples and grandchildren of the eight gates."

Fan's eyes were full of killing and destruction.

"Kill it, kill it. No matter what you say, I'm not going out anyway. ”

Yuan Yi said calmly.

Anyway, this defensive array Fan Yi can't be broken, and he Yuan Yi is not the murderer who killed Fan Ling. Fan Yan's trip was just because he couldn't find the murderer, so he came to him to vent his anger.

After spilling his anger, Fan Yan will naturally leave.

Otherwise, Fan Yi really dared to tear his face and slaughter his eight doors, wouldn't he be afraid that he Yuan Yi would go out and do the same to the Blood Sect?

The destructive power of the Douhuang powerhouse is very clear to both sides.

Sure enough, after determining that Yuan Yi would hide in this big formation like a shrunken turtle and not come out, Fan Yi only snorted coldly and turned around and left.

"Whew!"

Seeing that Fan Yi was gone, Yuan Yi's whole person finally relaxed completely.

Looking at the City Lord's Mansion, which had been destroyed by the aftermath of the energy generated by the battle between the two just now, Yuan Yi really wanted to cry without tears.

Who is he provoking to provoke whom?

He was just beaten by Medusa two days ago, and the injury was not yet healed, so the damn Fan Yan was going to come to him for an explanation for his dead son.

So this is another fight, and the injuries are even more severe, plus the city lord's mansion has also been demolished.

My lord, I have been so miserable by you!

A figure appeared in Yuan Yi's mind, and he smiled bitterly.

At this time, a flame mark appeared on Yuan Yi's head again, and the temperature continued to rise.

"Got it, got it, I'm not saying bad things about him!"

Yuan Yi covered his forehead with a bitter smile on the mark that was constantly heating up.

"Whew! Damn, I knew it wasn't a good thing. ”

Feeling that his forehead was cool again, Yuan Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lord of the Gate."

Not far away, several figures cautiously observed Yuan Yi's face and said.

"It's okay, let's withdraw the big array, and find someone to repair the City Lord's Mansion again."

Yuan Yi withdrew his right hand protecting his forehead and put it behind him, stood up straight, and said indifferently.

What a majestic eight-door door master!

"Yes, Lord Door!"

The people were ordered to retreat carefully.