The Eight Desolations are brave and unmatched, and they are bound to give Wen Chong a fatal blow before he recovers his breath, and time is everything.

The nine-colored fire dragon and the eight desolations covered in black flames fought together, constantly biting, but the strong body of the eight desolations allowed the fire dragon to burn, as long as they resisted, Wen Chong was difficult to resist.

"Hold on. Wen Chong said silently in his heart, the power of the Nine-Colored Fire Dragon still made the Eight Desolations suffer from it, what Wen Chong needed was time, the heart of fire was running quickly, replenishing his firepower, and his breath slowly recovered.

". The Eight Desolations roared angrily, and the powerful black flames finally devoured the Nine Colored Fire Dragon, and his body was also burned everywhere, obviously consuming a lot of breath.

It looked at Wen Chong in front of it angrily, revealing a hideous smile, and the huge dragon tail twitched over in a blink of an eye, and with a few black flames, it came across the sky.

Wen Chong's breath has not yet recovered, how can he resist it, the soul of the town is sideways, and he can only stubbornly connect to the giant tail of the Eight Desolations, and the whole person is like a deflated ball, flying hundreds of feet away, and slamming into the red mountain rock.

His clothes were already stained with bright red blood, his bones were broken, and the intense pain kept invading his body, but he was still so cold, still struggling to recover his breath.

The Eight Desolations don't have too good patience, they have a big mouth, and the pitch-black flames are spitting out, spraying again, and the powerful black flames make people see no hope.

"Are you going to die?"

"Can't die, can't die yet. ”

"Yue, still waiting for me. ”

Wen Chong kept flying out of his head, he gritted his teeth, and touched the cold dagger on his waist, and the soul of the town floated in front of him.

"I can't die yet. Wen Chong's roar resounded throughout the bottom of the mountain, and the angry voice was like that coming from the Nine Shadows, and even the Eight Desolations were terrified when they heard it.

The powerful Heavenly Rank Soul floated in front of him, and it seemed to be in harmony with him, and the soul power of the soul suppression quickly bloomed, bursts of powerful soul energy rose from the fire pool, and the wailing of the undead kept resounding.

A strange soul power submerged into his body, and he only felt that his whole body was trembling, and the whole person was surrounded by pitch-black demonic energy, and his soul seemed to be about to be withdrawn.

The two soul qi kept blooming with their most powerful power, and the blue light of the soul suppression shrouded Wen Chong's body, and the dark hell kept ringing, making a tsk-tsk sound.

A shadow seemed to have a little arrogance, the clear eyes, the unruly long hair, the arrogant coldness, it seemed to be nothing, it was impossible to tell whether this was a dream or a reality.

The black flames of the Eight Desolations had already burned, and it couldn't see what was happening in front of it at all, but it felt the violent resonance of the two magic weapons, which made it feel palpitations.

Wen Chong swiped the Dark Prison, and the red heaven-level soul body surged up with unparalleled momentum, and countless soul shadows followed him quickly, constantly running, surging, and moving.

The high temperature of the black flame seemed to burn on the thick wall, insurmountable, and the soul shadows kept fading, layer after layer, and the flames were pressing forward step by step.

The heart of fire quickly replenished Wen Chong's fire qi, and the breath that had just been removed kept returning, and a black gas came from the dark prison at one time, which made Wen Chong's hands feel a little thicker.

Wen Chong's body moved, it was difficult to move, he jumped out of the deep concave red rock, grasped the soul suppression in front of him, a gun, a dagger quickly intertwined, the two soul qi seemed to fuse into one, he was shocked, and felt the powerful momentum.

There were bursts of demonic thoughts from the soul of the dark hell, and the soul of the town kept controlling Wen Chong's soul power, and a shadow appeared behind Wen Chong, still so arrogant, uninhibited, and arrogant.

"Soul Hell"

Wen Chong's internal aura instantly rose to the highest point, and the black flame burned back all the soul qi in front of him, and broke through towards Wen Chong, and the soul body of the heavenly rank also returned to the soul suppression, and the blue light bloomed in an instant.

"Kill. Wen Chong coldly spit out a word, the power of yin and yang returned to his body, and in front of the gun, the blue light went straight to the black flames, and the whole figure came towards the Eight Desolations with unparalleled momentum.

"What? impossible? impossible?" Eight Desolation's eyes were full of horror, and what it saw was not Wen Chong, but a psychedelic shadow.

The powerful blue mang dodged the black flames, and a figure flew straight towards the face of the Eight Desolations, calming the soul, and stabbing heavily into the huge dragon's mouth of the Eight Desolations, and the dragon blood spurted out, making Wen Chong's whole person dyed by the red dragon blood, and the whole person was like a hell Shura, extremely hideous.

He quickly inserted another magic weapon in his hand into the dragon's head, and a dark light flashed, and the entire dark prison was submerged into the head of the Eight Desolations.

"Heaven is going to kill me, how can I obey it. I am an ancient dragon, the Eight Desolations, how can I be defeated in your hands. The trembling dragon roar of the Eight Desolations reverberated in this space.

The entire body of the Eight Desolations turned into black flames, and the flesh quickly melted away, and the pitch-black flames were like devil's claws, grabbing towards Wen Chong.

Only an ethereal voice flew by, "Whoever the sky wants to destroy, who can not be destroyed." The voice was so soft, yet it was as if it had never come.

Wen Chong's whole body was shrouded in black qi, and the rolling black flames kept burning on his body, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, only the strong killing intent in his eyes, the killing intent, the power of the dark hell was still expanding, constantly devouring everything, everything. All the black flames burned out, and only one figure held a short black dagger tightly in his hand, still standing in the air as blankly, covered by a black aura.

The aura on Wen Chong's body gradually faded, his eyes gradually became clearer, everything in front of him had disappeared, and the fire pool below had also returned to calm, and nothing seemed to have happened like that.

His eyes were a little confused, and all he could remember in his mind was that he had struck out the soul and waved out of the Dark Hell, and as for the shadow, it was even more ethereal to him.

"Is it over?" Wen Chong said stupidly, watching the remnants of the black flames slowly fall into the pool of fire, and asked himself inexplicably.

I saw a pain in my hand, and I had to let go of my hand, and the dark prison flew out in an instant, and a strange soul aura condensed in the air little by little, slowly forming a black soul body.

A blue light flashed, softly shooting into the soul body, a strange energy path slowly summoned the soul body, and the soul body slowly flew towards the soul suppression. The Hell was still motionless, standing silently in the air.

The soul body slowly merged into the soul suppression, and the powerful aura made the soul suppression breath abundant, and a clear shadow appeared on the tip of the soul suppression spear little by little.

After a long while, there was a black dragon shadow on the soul of the town, standing horizontally on the body of the gun, and the vivid image made people mistakenly think that it was a one-foot-long dragon hovering over the soul of the town.

The black light appeared, and the dragon shadow was completely embedded in the soul suppression, and it could not be touched, but could only be seen clearly, and the dark prison also flew back to Wen Chong's waist in an instant, becoming calm and no longer throbbing.

The light of the soul suppression also slowly disappeared, and it was still that cold appearance, just quietly held by Wen Chong.

"You?" Wen Chong said with a little curiosity, these two soldiers began to reflect each other at some point, and the power of the two weapons crossed over, making Wen Chong feel a little more familiar.

Wen Chong smiled heartily, took the soul back into his waist, and said with a smile: "Thank you." The two instruments crossed each other, but they were unusually calm, which made Wen Chong feel a sense of joy in his heart.

He quickly flew out of the valley floor, greeted by a gust of evening wind, the moonlight was a little gloomy, it seemed that it was already night, his eyes were cold, quickly swept ahead, and then a few steps, disappeared in this side.

In the forest, a group of figures have already made a fire, Qiu Ling is busy with barbecue, Min Lin is boiling medicine on the side, He Chao is constantly specializing in magic weapons, Xiaolong is still healing for the shadow, each busy with various things, only one person has a grass root in his mouth, leaning against the tree with a gloomy face, without a trace of kindness.

"Oh, is it over?" Min Lin gently opened the medicine pot, made a delicate jade bowl out of nowhere, and slowly took a bowl of medicinal soup.

A figure fell rapidly, the clothes were full of blood, and the smell of fishy smell spread instantly, who was not Wen Chong.

"If you're tired, let's drink a bowl of medicinal soup first. Min Lin smiled at Wen Chong, who had returned, and handed over the medicinal soup with his breath, Wen Chong didn't say a word, took the medicinal soup, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Wen Chong, who are you?" Shu Jingyi looked at Wen Chong, who was covered in blood, and her face was full of shock.

"You, why did you go, so much blood?" Huzi also exclaimed, there was no part of Wen Chong's body that was not stained red by blood, which made people have to be surprised.

"Dragon's blood?" Xiaolong said secretly in his heart, he had clearly smelled the smell, indescribably familiar, and a sense of decline surged in his heart for no reason, I don't know if it was out of the pity of the same kind.