"Break it for me!"

Kou Wudao roared, turned around and sprayed a few mouthfuls of essence blood on the black ring in front of him.

After a few buzzing and violent tremors, the black ring suddenly burst open.

It turned into a large mass of rich black water, surging towards the Bright Fire Dragon!

Oh? It's a bit interesting, Zhao Junyu was stunned, this magic weapon in the black ring is actually quite good.

At the same time, Zhao Junyu also frowned slightly, he could feel that the demon cultivators in the small world of Hidden Demon Island were obviously stronger than the monks in the Holy Domain, who were at the same level of cultivation.

For example, this Kou Wudao, as well as the Ghost Venerable, the strength of the two of them is stronger than all the mid-Yuan Infant cultivators they have seen in the Holy Domain.

What's more, the power of the magic weapon is even higher.

At the same time, the Ghost Venerable also pinched the magic trick urgently, and the triangular black flag rose against the storm, and suddenly the ghost mist rose, and for a while, it seemed that there were hundreds of thousands of yin ghosts roaring viciously, and they rolled over all of a sudden, wrapping another fire dragon!

There was a snort, eerie sound of tooth-aching sounds.

Although Danhuo is the lowest level of different fire, it is also a different fire, and it does not exist in this world.

The strange fire of the power of the upper realm, combined with the violent fist strength of the Great Sun Aurora, has an unparalleled crushing momentum.

Tear apart the black water and ghost fog and shoot straight in!

Kou Wudao and the Ghost Venerable, the revenant soul is in danger, and while flying back, he continuously blows up the magic weapon on his body!

Bang bang bang, the fist power Danhuo passed through a few blocks, and the power was about to reach only thirty percent, but it still hit Kou Wudao and the Ghost Venerable like a shadow.

There were two muffled bangs, and the two of them failed to get rid of the teleportation method several times.

Finally struck by both of them, the two of them let out a tragic cry of pain in mid-air, and the blue flames on their bodies ignited and spread to their whole bodies, no! The two knew that once they were entangled in the strange fire, they would inevitably end up in ashes and annihilation, and while desperately flying back, they drummed up the Origin True Yuan to stop the spread of the fire, and at the same time, purple and black blood continued to spurt out of their mouths!

"Damn, Senior Zhao is so good!"

"What kind of flame is that, and why do I feel different from all the other mortal fires?"

"Is it a strange fire?"

On the ground, the Qinchuan martial artists, monks, and members of the Ability Bureau who were besieging the remaining small number of demon cultivators were all amazed.

I made up my mind and stepped up the siege of the demon cultivator.

And the demon cultivators were horrified, and their fighting spirit gradually lost, and many people began to have the idea of breaking through, which revealed a lot of empty doors.

An Ruolan saw the opportunity, her figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, a demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building only felt a cold neck, his eyes widened incredibly, and he snorted in pain, and then his eyes lost their luster, his body hung down softly, and he fell to the ground and died.

Not far away, the butterfly-like figure of An Ruo orchid quietly emerged.

This was the first time she had killed a monk who was one rank higher than herself, and this was thanks to the top-grade sword technique she had obtained from Zhao Junyu, as well as her body technique.

Fang Yuqin on the side was envious, she also did not lack good exercises, but her cultivation was too low for the time being, and she was only the seventh layer of qi refining, which could only play some auxiliary combat roles.

A group of Qinchuan martial arts monks, the encirclement is shrinking smaller and smaller, and the battle formation of the demon cultivators is gradually scattered, and they are gradually divided and surrounded.

High in the sky, Zhao Junyu saw that the fallen Kou Wudao and the Ghost Venerable were close to running out of oil.

With a sneer, he was about to summon a flying sword and slash the two of them with thunder.

At this time, the alarm in my heart was raised!

His face flashed with blood, and the whole person turned into a blood shadow and disappeared!

A black dagger was suddenly nailed to the foothold just now, and because Zhao Junyu's body was too fast, this black dagger was nailed to the afterimage of his body!

From a distance, it looked as if he had been shot with a black dagger!

Ahh

"Shut up, call Mao, how could Lao Tzu be shot!" A faint voice sounded, and Zhao Junyu slowly emerged in another place hundreds of meters away.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he looked in the direction of the deep valley in the distance.

"Haha!"

"Terran boy, you're good!"

"This seat has been sleeping for hundreds of years, and as soon as I returned, I ran into you funny little guy!"

In the direction of the deep valley, a monstrous magic sound sounded!

Zhao Junyu hurriedly waved his hand to lay down a wall of true vitality, but Rao was like this, the magic sound was still some remnants through the wall of true vitality, and the group of Qinchuan martial artists and monks behind the wall of true vitality were shocked to the point that their qi and blood were floating, and many martial monks with low cultivation were directly shocked to vomit blood.

Fang Yuqin's cultivation was low, and he spurted out several mouthfuls of blood, and fell to the ground.

An Ruolan hurriedly turned around to protect her.

Seeing this moment, Zhao Junyu's eyes contracted, and a trace of terrifying killing intent gradually appeared on his face.

"His Holiness!"

"Your Excellency, you're finally out of trouble!" the Ghost Venerable and Kou Wudao shouted in ecstasy as they desperately suppressed the spread of the Danhuo.

After all, the two of them are in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and their cultivation is much higher than that of the black young man Xiusi who was in the middle of the Dan Fire Heart, so they can be suppressed until now.

"Well, you two are pretty good. ”

"Without the Nine Shadows Soul Returning Array set up by the two of you, this king would not have been able to get out of trouble so easily. ”

At this time, a white-robed young man in the distance stepped into the air, this person was very handsome and had long narrow eyes.

There was an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, shrinking into a place, one step at a time.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of everyone, "Strange fire? ”

The white-clothed young man frowned, and with a flick of one hand, several incomparably powerful black rays burst out, hitting Kou Wudao and the Ghost Venerable.

The bodies of the two of them shook violently, and the blue-blue flames on their bodies were actually shocked out of their bodies.

But Rao was like this, and half of their bodies were almost scorched.

"Thank you, Your Holiness, for the rescue!"

"This son is weird, be careful!"

Kou Wudao and the Ghost Venerable let out a sigh of relief, but what followed was a sharp pain in the heart, and the two of them didn't dare to slack off and hurriedly sat up in the air, took the healing pill and began to breathe.

Zhao Junyu saw all this in his eyes and did not move.

Because he sensed that the aura of the white-robed young man was firmly locked on the Qinchuan warriors and monks below, if Zhao Junyu made a move, he would immediately kill everyone below, and the same Zhao Junyu's aura also locked on the two Kou Wudao Ghost Venerables, and for a while, neither side made a rash move.

Obviously, this white-robed young man has such strength.

This person's cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period, but the real combat power is afraid that it is the late Yuan Infant stage that directly pursues the cultivation of the true realm, which is much stronger than the original Ximen Xingguo.

"His Holiness is back!"

"The Dharma King is mighty, we are saved!"

"The Dharma King will definitely be able to kill this boy, brothers, kill him!"

The only dozen or so remaining demon cultivators below were shocked when they saw the white-robed young man appear.

The swords, sword qi, and spells were violently struck, and for a while, the number of Qinchuan warrior monks was actually occupied, forcing them to be in a hurry.

"This king's law name is Mo Xuan, may I ask your Excellency's honorable name?"

The white-robed young man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked politely towards Zhao Junyu.

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