The night was like a dark mouth, as if as long as it was closed, the world would face the end of the world.

Night, deeper.

At a height of about 500 meters above the ground, there were three people and a dragon. The never-ending night wind passed over them, stinging their skin like a wind.

Their defenses are strong, and this is not enough to pose any threat to them. It's just that who knows that this seemingly natural soft wind is actually the energy fluctuation emanating from their bodies. The strong man's tricks sometimes don't even need to make a move, and they can tell the winner.

Morofik was completely enraged, and Birsfi's sudden appearance had eliminated his flying wings. He didn't know what power this mysterious woman had, he only knew that his current situation had changed from active to passive.

He had already made up his mind that as a proud and noble Demon Dragon Clan, he would never be so cooped again. He wants to take out his dragon might, even if he takes out his hole cards, and he has to teach these human arrogance a good lesson. He wanted to show these lowly creatures how powerful his great Morofik was!

In an instant, just thinking, Psiredo appeared in front of him again. In his impression, the dark powerhouse never seemed to know exhaustion. It's like that human powerhouse, who will stop and pant for breath every once in a while, and say that he is old and can't compare with young people.

It's just that the more he said this, the colder the demon dragon's heart became.

Moreover, after receiving the higher-level blessing of Bilsfi, Yelang and Pusiredo, in addition to doubling their combat effectiveness, also cooperated a lot. They barely make a move, instead blindly dodging Morofik's attacks. If Morofik didn't attack, they swirled around their bodies and waited for an opportunity to stab Morofik in the eyes and nose. Either you don't shoot, and the shot is the Achilles' heel.

In this way, Yoro and Pusiledo's minds are much clearer, and their physical strength consumption is much less. For Morofik, his threat was much greater.

The cunning of human beings once again left a deep imprint on Morofik's heart.

He became impatient and angry. He raised his head, and let out a great roar, as if to elicit thunder in the sky. And this roar finally made the humans on the ground sense something. Although they couldn't see clearly what was coming out of the air from a height of five hundred meters, the sound of the dragon power made their souls tremble.

Some people began to wonder, what is it? Could it be a monster?

Or is it just a thunderbolt?

More people just expressed a burst of surprise, and even smiled, and became more and more crazy because of the roar just now as an embellishment for their celebration.

At this point in the party, many people have drunk too much and have long lost their due reason.

Endless dragon power burst out from Morofik's body, as if it were a substance. Everyone seemed to feel a slight discomfort, but they quickly gathered their strength and suppressed this dragon power.

This dragon power is nothing in front of the three powerhouses, but if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would have already been frightened, or the soul fire would have been directly extinguished.

The power of the demon dragon, what a terrifying existence it is!

Perhaps for the three powerhouses, this dragon power only slowed down their speed a little.

A suppressive battle broke out, and Darkchir, who was in the distance, retreated a hundred meters backwards frequently. He desperately suppressed his energy breath and did not let the other party discover his position.

Morofik may have been angry at the end, and no one heard him chant the incantation, but he roared, and huge waves of red energy spread outward in a circle around his body.

The next moment, his body actually burned.

He's a magic dragon, and he's a fire dragon!

His amber eyes were sharp and powerful, and his eyes were full of endless killing intent. Whoever he looked at, their bodies seemed to burn.

His face had no emotion other than anger. The flames spread in the darkness of the night, and the people on the ground finally realized that something was wrong and began to flee. There's a fire burning overhead, and who wouldn't run away?

Perhaps, which archmage summoned meteor fire rain magic to attack the royal capital of the Sang Ri Kingdom?

For a time, not only the square on the ground, but also the entire Beichuan shook.

Morofik's anger was enough to make a kingdom tremble.

The sudden change in the situation made the three strong men dare not slack off, and their offensive quickly became fierce. Everyone knows that the most critical time for the battle has come.

Zhao Yan poked his head out of the grass, and Aini was still snuggling up to him like a slanderous cat. He frowned slightly, and said, "Morofik is angry, his appearance seems to have changed. ”

Ani said sweetly: "I'm not scared anymore, I'm still immersed in happiness." ”

Zhao Yan nodded, sorted out his clothes, and said, "That's good." You just hide here, and I'll go up and see. ”

Ani was a little surprised, and said, "You go up, what are you doing up there?"

Zhao Yan smiled bitterly: "They are fighting to the death on top, I can't always be here to be merry and happy! I have to go up and take a look, maybe there is a place where I can help." Aini, you just stay here and don't come out. ”

"No!" Ai Ni grabbed the corner of Zhao Yan's clothes and said, "I'll go with you." ”

"Come with me?" Zhao Yan said in surprise.

"Yes!" Ani nodded, taking the initiative to get dressed.

The flaming Morofik seemed to have an extra flame barrier around him, and if he came close, he would be burned by the flames. Belsfie stood in the distance, not caring about his flames. But Yoro and Psiredo, who attack in close quarters, can only secretly complain. However, Psiredo noticed that Yerou didn't seem to be as uncomfortable as he was. But he couldn't say anything, secretly thinking that this old thing had a lot of tricks, maybe it was some magic weapon used.

Morofik didn't seem to need dragon magic anymore, and he was able to spit out pillars of fire with a slight opening of his mouth. With a wave of the dragon's claws, it carried a wave of fire. The dragon's tail swept away, stirring up bursts of flint.

The black sky suddenly burst red with a burst of blood, and with Morofik as a circle, it seemed to be his domain, the realm of fire.

At this moment, Zhao Yan and Aini were sitting on the second generation of the green mechanical flying dragon Menghan, and they had just come to the edge of the realm. The feeling of flames did not bring pain to Zhao Yan, but made him very comfortable.

This feeling is a bit like the taste of the Fire Palace. Zhao Yan thought secretly.

At the same time, he was also thinking that when he was free, he must go to the Fire Palace to cultivate well and concentrate on cultivation. After facing many strong people, Zhao Yan has realized that the level of SS is actually so fragile.

Omako's advice rang in his ears again: Strength!

If there had been no Psiredo sent by Omarco this time, no Bilsfi who had suddenly appeared, and no Yoro who had been hiding his strength, would he still have survived under the clutches of Morofik?

It's just that Zhao Yan didn't dare to approach easily. Perhaps a small fluctuation in Morofik's strength would have had a considerable impact on him. Maybe his flame attribute and strength can barely resist it, but what about Aini?

Zhao Yan watched the development of the situation in front of him, letting the second generation of Menghan levitate in the air.

To Morofik, Yoro and Psiredo are two pesky flies. Moreover, the mouths of these two flies are also very vicious, and one of them will be bitten fiercely by one of them if he is not careful.

Having had enough of the terrible feeling, Morofik vibrated his flaming wings and waited for an opportunity to leap higher into the air, suddenly opening his mouth and spewing out a series of fierce flames.

At the same time, he actually chanted the incantation.

Dragon Magic!

What kind of picture will the Doomsday Melt cast by the transformed Morofic create?

The whole sky seemed to be on fire.

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And the powerhouses under the burning sky seem to be overwhelmed by the fire soon. In everyone's pupils, the boundless flames were violently amplifying.

The smile on Yoro's face froze, and as Psiredo and Bilsfi stepped back, he lunged at Morofik instead.

He threw the dragon slayer spear into the sky, drawing circles on his chest with both palms, as if making handprints.

A gentle yellow glow grew from between Yelang's palms, and he stroked the ball of light with his hand repeatedly, even though the melt of doom had reached the top of his head, pressing downward. He remained unmoved, stroking the ball of light repeatedly.

The next moment, the lava mercilessly drowned Yoro.

In the sky, it was no longer possible to see Yelang's figure, only waves of rolling lava. And, on their way to Psiredo and Bilsfi.

The crowd did not panic, as if instinctive feelings kept them from backing off. However, they just stared at the lava that would submerge Yoro, noticing the slightest change.

Eventually, several beams of yellow light emerged from the lava and shot out in a straight line. Then, more yellow light formed, as if a retracted fan suddenly opened, dyeing the fiery world with a layer of gold.

Wrapped in golden light, Yelang slowly emerged. The melt of doom didn't hurt him in the slightest.

There was a hint of majesty on Yelang Qingfala's face, and he slowly spread his arms, and countless yellow air currents swirled with his body, and finally converged on his hands. Suddenly, he used both palms to exert force, and all the golden light that wrapped around him suddenly swung forward, rushing towards Morofik.

The Dissolution of Doom was nearing its end, and after colliding with Yoro's energy, a strong energy fluctuation was suddenly generated.

Yelang hurriedly turned around and leaped towards Belsfi. And Psiredo was much smarter, and followed Yoro to do the same. Sure enough, at the same time as the energy fluctuations hit, Belsfi cast an absolute barrier to resist the flow of energy. On the other side, Molofik rolled backwards several times in embarrassment, and finally fell down.

Zhao Yan in the distance was the same, the energy was like a strong wind, almost blowing the second generation of Menghan apart. However, the second generation of Menghan did not need Zhao Yan's operation, it flew a few laps in a trance, and caught Zhao Yan and Aini.

No one thought about how Yoro had resisted the dissolution of Doom just now, and no one thought about what kind of power had erupted from his body just now. Because everyone's eyes fell on the falling Morofik. They suddenly remembered that this proud demon dragon had the experience of pretending to be injured and casting dragon magic spells?

Yoro and Psiredo glanced at each other, and swooped down on Morofik in tacit understanding.

The lengthy spell had already been floating in the night sky, and the sound of the spell suddenly became extremely violent as the distance between Yoro and Morofik increased. Morofik was suddenly determined, and suddenly accelerated downward. In a short period of time, it was only two or three hundred meters away from the panicked crowd on the ground.

And at this moment, he was sure again.

It was as if time in the world had stopped, and everyone was stunned.

The crowd in the air looked down at Morofik, and the crowd on the ground looked up at Morofik with their mouths open. At this moment, it was as if he was the focus of the world.

However, he has truly become the focus of Beichuan, and countless city defense troops, and even the Guards, have rushed to the square. They are terrified, but when their homes are threatened, they stand up resolutely.

One of the ultimate dragon magic!

The gods were weeping, the demons had descended, and the night seemed to be torn apart by two huge hands, and countless huge flints fell downward. This is not the Archmage's meteor fire shower, but a billowing flint that is even more terrifying than the meteor fire shower!

The great Morofik unleashed the most powerful fire magic!

At this moment, the whole Beichuan suddenly boiled! This originally quiet city was suddenly brightly lit, but when every resident saw the picture of flints falling from the sky, the first feeling was that the end had come.

The next moment, they even gave up on running away, but stayed at home and waited for death.

Although the flint rain seemed far away from them, there was no luck in their hearts. If the huge flint falling from a height of thousands of meters, the vibration of the ground and the impact of energy on it, can they predict?

The great Morofik, the disaster of the Aya Continent!

Yoro's frozen smile had also passed, and he glanced down helplessly, and immediately ran out of the range of the earth-destroying attack. They were high in the air, and the fluctuations of the ground could not reach them. As long as they leave the area of magic, they won't have any problems.

Yoro had begun to suspect Morofik's intentions, which seemed to be his purpose. He can't easily kill these powerful people who he feels extremely annoying, but he can slaughter and destroy humans as a revenge and deterrent to them.

Morofik has become a demon that has descended on the earth!

At this moment, no matter how much Yelang has the nature of entertaining and laughing, he can't find a smile on his face at this moment.

The flint rain rolled down, and every time a flint fell to the ground, the people on the ground could really see the area of the flint. Among the flints, the smallest flint has a diameter of 100 meters. What kind of magic can be cast by human archmages?

In the face of such flint, the people on the ground have despaired.

They only hope that the moment of death can be less painful.

Standing at the top of the palace, Saden looked at the square on the edge of the Kitagawa in the distance, his clenched fists almost oozing blood.

All the armies marching towards the square had stopped, they were hesitant, they were helpless, all their opinions had become nihilistic in a moment. Until the officers shouted, "Retreat! Retreat! Get out of this place, quickly!"

"Withdraw!"

"Don't worry about anything!

The officer's orders may be overbearing, but at this moment, it may be the best option. Like the magic of natural disasters, what can the people of the continent do?

Zhao Yan, Aini, Yelang, Biersfi, and Pusilredo looked at everything that happened below in a daze. Watch as clumps of flint fall and crush the stone-built houses. Looking at the gorgeous sparks in the night sky, they suddenly turned into waves of fire that spread from all directions, and finally formed a sea of fire, devouring those innocent lives.

They saw death, they saw the desire for life.

They saw tears.

It's just that I don't know whose eyes these tears are snatched from.

Perhaps, God is crying too......

The time to destroy the world is not very long, just over a minute. But in this minute, the square and the surrounding square, and even the grassland that the strong men had just fought against had all turned into ruins. On the other side of the square is the royal capital Beichuan. The flames are still spreading, and Beichuan's losses are still rising rapidly.

Psiredo was about to say something to Yoro, but he turned his head, but he was suddenly determined.

Yelang's eyes have never been so terrifying. Yet there was nothing that had shocked Psiredo so much.

In just a second, Yelang's figure turned into a point of light, and a hundred meters away, the point of light reappeared. The dragon slayer spear shimmered with a silver glow and flew towards Morofik.

Although Yoro's speed has increased a lot, Morofik is also prepared. He hurriedly increased his flight speed and leaped high into the air.

The next moment, both Psiredo and Bilsfi moved. And Zhao Yan was already full of anger, he drove the second generation of Menghan and rushed towards Molofik with all the strong men.

"Hahaha! Humble race, you will all bear my destruction!" Seeing all the strong men rushing towards him, Morofik showed a hideous smile instead. Even though his flaming face made his smile so ugly, he laughed like crazy.

At this moment, Yelang has discovered that another dragon magic has been formed.

Dragons are powerful for a reason. As a dragon, wisdom should never be overlooked.

In everyone's hearts, there was only one feeling for a moment. When did the demon dragon who had been caught in their trap again and again become so smart?

Just when everyone was surprised, the demon dragon's whole body tightened. The dragon magic that had just been prepared seemed to be choked into.

He slowly saw a green figure slowly rising. But his vision gradually blurred. In the confusion of sight, it gradually turned blood red.

The left eye of the demon dragon was shattered in a cloud of blood mist.

Zhao Yan looked at Mo Luofik coldly, the fire system in his hand was rising outwards with curling black smoke.