"Uerchaga, it's time for you to go home."

Listening to the sound of uniform footsteps outside, Cheng Xiaotian lowered his head, and finally slowly spread out his palms, and the anode charm lay there quietly, soaked in a layer of sweat.

Hearing this, Wu Erchajia turned his head sharply, staring at Cheng Xiaotian with wide red eyes, and the flame in his hand.

"I could have seen that you had a problem!" Uercha shouted angrily and pounced.

Cheng Xiaotian sat still, expressionless, his right hand pointed into a sword, and quickly drew a rune against the flame, and the flame immediately expanded, and the color also turned to light blue. The heat suddenly dispersed, and before Wu Chajia touched Cheng Xiaotian, he was forced by this heat wave, and hurriedly retreated, and the robe on his body had been ignited.

After this period of prison meditation, coupled with the inexhaustible supply of spirit stones, Cheng Xiaotian's current cultivation has entered the seventh order of Qi Condensation, and the speed of unsealing is faster.

"Nope! What are you doing?! Urchaga retreated to the farthest corner of the wall, and the heat was unbearable, and the fire on his clothes was flapping as he plucked, but the sparks danced and burned.

Finally, he gave up his efforts, threw himself on the iron fence and shook desperately, and shouted: "Guards, let me out, come quickly, there are spies here!"

Shouting and shouting, his eyes lit up with despair, and an orc soldier rushed in.

"Quick, there's a key on the wall over there, open the cell door!" Uerchaga screamed as he pointed to the key hanging on the opposite wall, his back was already on fire, and he didn't want to die.

The mallet didn't want to die either, he just wanted to go home.

As soon as he rushed into the dungeon, the mallet saw Cheng Xiaotian at a glance, and under the scorching heat, Cheng Xiaotian had already recovered his original appearance, and he was pointing at the fire suspended in front of him. When the finger fell, the flames did not expand again, but the color turned purple and blue, and the dungeon became even hotter.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaotian happened to unlock the third layer of seals.

"Big brother!" The mallet was pleasantly surprised and wanted to rush over, but was blocked by the heat and could not get close.

"Ahh Uerchaga screamed and let go of his hand, the iron fence was as hot as a soldering iron, and it was impossible to touch at all.

"Big brother, let's go quickly, we can go home after the army passes." The mallet stomped his feet and shouted with a crying voice, and an ominous premonition hit him.

Cheng Xiaotian didn't continue to unlock the fourth layer of seals, looking through the flames at the mallet that was jumping in a hurry, his face was gloomy and terrifying.

"Why come?" Cheng Xiaotian gritted his teeth and said, his voice was so light that only he could hear it.

Outside the window, the sound of trumpets became louder and louder, and the heavier footsteps of the march came from far and near, which was the last Tara heavy infantry regiment to crush the formation.

Listening to the footsteps, Cheng Xiaotian's hands were shaking, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were staring at the fire in front of him without focus. There was chaos in my mind, and I only silently recited the sentence repeatedly: "Why did you come?"

"He's the devil, don't come near him." Uerchaga lay on the ground and burned to the ground, dying.

"Big brother, you promised to send me home." The mallet tried to lower his tone, pleading.

Cheng Xiaotian took a deep breath when he heard this, his face was violently distorted and deformed, and he shook his head with difficulty as he looked at the flames.

"Lie to me! You lie to me too! The mallet finally despaired, waving his arms indiscriminately, and shouting desperately at Cheng Xiaotian: "You are like them, you only know how to fight, you only know how to kill!"

Cheng Xiaotian trembled even more when he heard this.

"I don't need you people, I can go home myself!" The mallet pointed at Cheng Xiaotian and scolded, turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, there was a messy footstep outside the dungeon, and it seemed that a group of soldiers ran over, and the mallet was stunned, and he involuntarily took a step back, and his face was instantly covered with a layer of dead ash.

"Quick, go in and kill all the prisoners, we must go and join the army at once." Outside, an officer shouted orders, and the sound of messy footsteps had already rushed into the passage.

When the long ...... The broadsword of the mallet falls to the ground.

Just for a moment, a touch of decisiveness flashed in the eyes of the mallet, he grabbed the big knife that fell to the ground, turned around and rushed to the cell door, and yelled at Cheng Xiaotian who was sitting in the flames: "You promised to send me home, I will always remember this!"

After shouting, the mallet opened his eyes angrily, raised the big knife in his hand, and a beast-like roar came out of his chest, and the knife flashed, and he had stabbed it into his abdomen!

The blade of the large blade was three feet long, reaching to the handle, and the tip of the knife pierced through the back, stained with blood.

Cheng Xiaotian never moved, the moment the big knife pierced his body, he closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened it again, his eyes were full of madness.

"Big brother, send you home!" Gritting his teeth and roaring, Cheng Xiaotian's fingers finally lit on the flames, and as soon as the flames exploded, they turned golden in the blink of an eye, and the walls and iron railings of the dungeon were burned red in the blink of an eye!

With a flash of white light, Cheng Xiaotian's figure appeared next to the mallet through the iron fence, and the iron fence instantly turned into molten iron, and the mallet's body that was not yet dead was immediately ignited.

Cheng Xiaotian grabbed the collar and pulled it hard, and the silkworm robe that could avoid water and fire was torn off with a "snort" and covered the corpse of the mallet, and the flames were immediately extinguished. Cheng Xiaotian wrapped the corpse, pinched a magic trick with his right hand, and the corpse disappeared and was put into the Qiankun bag.

At this time, he was #naked and standing in the dungeon that began to melt, like a demon god.

The next moment!

There was a loud bang, and the 20,000 troops looked back, only to see a tongue of fire spewing out into the sky under the foundation of the Governor's Mansion in Falling Hammer Town, and a little blue star rushed out of the flames and shot into the sky. Immediately after, a large canopy of severed limbs burned and was thrown out of the flames, following the blue star for a while, and falling downward.

What is that? All the coalition soldiers looked at this scene in horror and this question came to mind.

"It's the Waste Lord!" At the rear of the army, Tudor, who had not yet entered the fortress, recognized it at a glance and roared and waved his hand, "Wind Rider troops, go up and kill him!" ”

Receiving the order, more than a dozen huge wind riders flapped their wings and roared after them.

Cheng Xiaotian was holding the golden flame in both hands at this time, his eyes were dyed silver white by this strange flame, and the imperial sword swept over the heads of the soldiers. He gritted his teeth all the way, accelerated without saying a word, drew a large arc in the sky, and flew out of Falling Hammer Town in a single breath.

Outside the town, the prairie fire had just passed, the wall of fire was still raging on the skyline, the land was scorched black, the eyes were full of sparks, and the coalition forces that had already left the fortress were forming on the scorched earth.

5,000 Troll Cross Velociraptor cavalry assembled in front, with a military formation 5 kilometers away, and 5,000 Talan Wolf Cavalry Regiment assembled on the left flank outside the fortress, and the military formation was also lined up 5 kilometers away. Outside the gate of the fortress was a neat army of three thousand Underworld queen guards, mixed with an army of more than 4,000 rotting corpses, and the bound Short rode his monster in the formation, looking up at Cheng Xiaotian who flew in.

Only the undead are not afraid of the plague, and only Short can command them, and he is the person Cheng Xiaotian wants to kill the most.

The sword light flew above the head of the undead army, and suddenly exploded, Cheng Xiaotian held the flame and began to unravel the last seal. His expression was solemn, no one looked at him, and he slowly sketched one stroke at a time, and the flames began to "crackle" and expand.

"The flame ......" Schott squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, and a sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

"Run!" Short hissed and shouted, urging the demon monster to sit down, crash away from the army and run.

On the left flank, as soon as the little cub leading the army saw Cheng Xiaotian appear, he knew that he was going to suffer, and waved the whip in his hand indiscriminately, whipping all the wolves that could reach.

In the rear, Tudor pressed the formation, looking at the fireball with a frightened face, turned around and ran back, waving desperately as he ran to make the infantry retreat.

It was no longer a flame, and the second sun rose in the sky.

Cheng Xiaotian looked at the "sun" in front of him, stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it, and said in his mouth:

"The mallets have gone home, why don't you miss home......