The silver dragon spear in the young man's hand was like a silver dragon coming out of the abyss, stabbing fiercely at the man holding the black gold tin staff.

"Absolute realm, imprisoned!" Accompanied by a gloomy and hoarse voice, the Sanskrit words that covered the entire world glowed with black-gold light, so that Zhang Sixian's silver dragon spear smacked strangely in mid-air.

The figure of the ghost temple monk rotated on the side of the silver dragon spear, and rushed towards Zhang Sixian at high speed with the dragon spear, and it was too late to collect the gun.

The tip of the dark golden tin staff gushed out a rolling wave of qi, turning into the appearance of a demon with blue fangs on ukiyo-e, and smashed it down on Sauron's head.

As he saw that he was about to hit Sauron, there was a long hiss, and the unicorn stood up at some point, and kicked the man's face with its front legs mercilessly.

A clear line of blood rushed out.

This must be a nosebleed...... Li Yuan couldn't help but slander.

The black-robed man's body shot out backwards like a cannonball, smashing heavily into the sea of magma and fire.

"Humph!" In the air, Zhang Sixian flicked the silver dragon spear, pointed the tip of the spear at the black-robed figure again, and said coldly: "I said you, if you can expose the mastermind behind this matter, I can consider letting you go." ”

The silver dragon spear emitted a white glow, and the unicorn spewed out a stream of air containing magical power, flowing around it like white fireflies or starlight, and the momentum merged with Zhang Sixian.

"Yikes! It's really handsome, knight this sequence! Li Yuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the determination of the dragon knight, which was almost shaken because of Sauron, stood firm again at this moment.

"Well! Brother Merlin doesn't deny this. Merlin lay among the flowers of Avalon with his head in his hands, his legs crossed, and he tossed his staff aside.

The 'image' formed by the mirror in front of him is the scene of Zhang Sixian and the black-robed figure confronting each other.

It looks like the kind of dead fat house that didn't even want to get out of bed before, and woke up and turned on the TV, and you could live the day.

"Shahrir, what are you doing!" The Oniji monk roared out of the sea of magma and fire, looking angry. If, if the Flame Giant Shahril had cooperated with him just now, he would definitely not be so embarrassed.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, ......" The voice of the broken thought was like a muffled thunder brewing in the lead clouds, rumbling, but it had not yet shown its fangs.

"What did you say?" The monks of the ghost temple were all a little confused by this play.

I saw the body of the flame giant manifest, and the pair of eyes that emitted white blazing light and burned flames stared at his palms, and frantically chanted: "Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible......"

"What can't be?! You bastard, what are you doing now? The monk of the ghost temple had a numb scalp, and the Sanskrit text covering the entire world had clearly told him that Zhang Sixian had successfully locked him, and the next move must be a thunderbolt shot, which was a must-hit skill.

"I said it couldn't be!" Flame Giant Shahril roared angrily at the Ghost Temple Monk, and with a wave of his big hand, the magma fire sea set off a huge wave tens of meters high: "I am Flame Giant Shahrir, the Great Flame Monarch, it can't be that kind of lowly undead!" ”

"Huh?!" The ghost temple monk sneered.

"Filthy bug, I tell you, I'm a new generation of flame giants, and I can't be that kind of lowly undead!" Shahrir, the flame giant, roared and declared.

"Hehe, it's only been two years since Shahril, the flame giant of the previous generation, was killed by Sauron, and you were reborn, do you say that you may be a flame giant born of a new generation?" The ghost temple monk sneered.

"Impossible, impossible, it's only been two years since Shahril, the flame giant of my previous generation, was killed by Sauron? Shahrir, the flame giant of the previous generation, was slain by Sauron, I am the flame giant Shahril of the previous generation......" Shahrir, the flame giant Shahril who was half in the sea of fire, looked at his hands and began to chant again, and his spirit seemed to be in chaos.

Pictures replayed in his mind, and he remembered that he seemed to be fighting alone, and there was a fierce battle, so that the Great Wild Plains were changed dramatically, and the heavens and the earth collapsed for it.

Finally, a scarlet glow flashed, the magma went out, and the head of its last body was cut off. The chill grew clear in his neck.

"Impossible, impossible!" It touched its neck with its flaming palms, touching faster and faster, to the point that it began to scratch wildly.

"I am Shahrir, I am the Great Flame Monarch, impossible and impossible......"

"You're a lowly undead! Fool, you are born for revenge, your enemy is Sauron, and he is right in front of you, bastard! Hurry up and kill him! You only have this one chance! The Oni monk roared at the Flame Giant.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible......" There was a faint weeping in the voice of the flame giant Shahrir, "My enemy is Sauron, I was killed by Sauron, I, I ......"

Chaotic consciousness seemed to open his eyes, and he saw a figure in a white robe holding a staff in the white light. If anything, that person was like a pure white and flawless sage.

He held his staff high and cried out, "Wake up! Shahril! Wake up! Shahril! In the name of the necromancer, I give you a new life! ”

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, I'm Shahrir, I'm the Lord of Flames, I'm the undead!"

"I'm ...... Dead, Spirit! ”

"Dead ...... Spirit ......"

"Roar!" An earth-shattering roar rang out like a madman, and the sea of magma and fire surged completely, converging from the surrounding devastated ravines to the feet of the flame giant Shahrir.

"Roar!" The sea of magma and fire raised a pillar of flames hundreds of meters high, stabbing straight into Zhang Sixian and Sauron in the air like a sharp sword.

The unicorn that Zhang Sixian sat down stepped on the void and quickly dodged. However, another pillar of flame rose from the magma.

On the other side, a pillar of magma fire slammed into the ghost temple monks.

"Bastard Shahril! You are crazy?! The sudden attack made the ghost temple monks unable to react, and they were engulfed by the magma pillar of fire.

He sprang out in embarrassment and roared angrily at the Flame Giant.

The flame giant's giant flame palms pressed against his face, looking up to the sky as if he was roaring, and as if he was howling and crying: "I am Shahrir, I am the Lord of Flames, I am not an undead, I am not an undead!" ~”

His voice shook the heavens and the earth, and the waves in the sea of magma and fire surged and slammed against the nearby hills, so that the hills trembled violently, and the earth cracked.

"Let's go! Come on! A crack creaked from the foothills at their feet, and quickly rushed towards Li Yuan and them.

At this time, Li Yuan and Wu Zhi didn't dare to stay any longer. Flame Giant Shahrir, no, ready to say that this undead has lost his mind and descended into a rage.

With its power personality and the flame origin under its control, it can easily cause changes in the landscape once it goes berserk.

The earth shook violently, and even if Li Yuan had the talent of swiftness, he was a little dangerous at this moment, and he was unstable several times.

Click! The earth cracked before him.

Li Yuan's footing was empty, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, and with another kick, he jumped forward violently, rolling over the crack.

"Are you alright?" Wu Zhi stretched out her hand to him in mid-air, and just now she almost thought that Li Yuan was about to fall, and was about to pull him.

"It's okay, thanks!" Li Yuan took small steps and ran down the mountain.

Thundered!

A boulder rolled and rolled rapidly towards him from the top of the mountain.

Li Yuan hurriedly dodged sideways.

On the back side of the mountain, you can clearly see the flame giant Shahril in a state of rage. It frantically waved its hands, raised a pillar of fire hundreds of meters high, or spat flames indiscriminately, directly melting several nearby mountains.

Suddenly, it turned its head this way again. The flames in the sky poured out of his mouth, so that Wu Zhi didn't dare to fly in mid-air, and hurriedly collected his hidden wings and landed on the ground.

Inadvertently, she and Li Yuan collided together, and the two rolled down the mountain for a while before they could stop.

"Huh! Scold! The two of them gasped for air.

When they got up, they were even more startled. The mountain they were on had been melted by the flames, and the edge of the melt was only five or six meters higher than where they were now.

Grunt! Li Yuan swallowed unconsciously. That is to say, if they were still there, they would have become nourishment in the magma by now.

"Yikes! This is really dangerous, ah Yuan, you have to run away! Brother Merlin's life is closely related to you now! Merlin urged, but his voice felt a little lazy.

"You say it!" Li Yuan glared at him fiercely, when is this bastard still talking this nonsense.

Wu Zhi didn't dare to fly high, Li Yuan pulled her and quickly went down the mountain.

It's just that what he didn't know was that the moment his attention left Avalon, Merlin's expression became unexpectedly solemn, and he rubbed his chin: "Undead...... Necromancer...... Is it? ”

Immediately, he showed a heartless smile: "Ah! This is really a surprising unfolding, the necromancy outside shouldn't be able to wake Shahlil here, right? Aha, it looks like Mr. Yuan may be busy again! ”

The earth was roaring, and with his talent for swiftness, Li Yuan's speed was unabated.

Behind him, Wu Zhi followed reluctantly, and the two rushed down the mountain like this. The lava on the ground had dried up, and all of it flowed towards the flame giant Shahril, leaving a devastated land.

The flame giant looked even taller, and with a wave of his hand, a large area of flames flew like a huge rain of fire.

Zhang Sixian, Sauron, and the figures of the black-robed ghost temple monk were no longer visible, and Li Yuan could only occasionally see a white light passing through the sky, or the Sanskrit text that blocked the heavens and the earth lit up with a bright light.

"Roar!" With a loud roar from the flame giant Shahrir, the earth shook violently.

Li Yuan tried his best to take a steady foothold and reach the foot of the mountain. He let out a long breath, not waiting for him to relax—

Rumble!

A thunderous roar sounded as if something had exploded, and it was terrifying.

Li Yuan only felt a chill coming from behind him, Huo Ran turned around, and his pupils were constricted at this moment.

The mountain collapsed, countless rocks rolled down, and the overwhelming attack was formed, forming a thick shadow that seemed to be impossible to get rid of.

Li Yuan didn't know what happened in the end, but he remembered that he pulled Wu Zhi and pounced on her.

Immediately, darkness struck.

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