Through the offerings of countless lives in the Fire-weary Nation, the flame has also changed from the original wilting dark red back to the three-color level, and continues to recover.

When the scene in the flames disappeared, Shang Biao, who was already five layers of familiarity, was pulled out by Wu Yu.

"It's strange, it shouldn't be like this, is it influenced by the outsider last time? You rest first, and I'll talk about the flame! ”

Wu Yu looked at Shang Biao suspiciously, a little hesitant.

"Auntie, maybe I was not pious enough in my heart, but I have already understood the mission of Wu Lao after reading the things recorded in the holy fire just now.

We are not just offering the flame for the sake of the continuation of our tribe, but for the sake of all life. If that kind of thing happens again, the earth is full of fire, and the sky is cracked, the holy fire must be needed to make up for the sky.

So our sacrifice is worthwhile, and the sacred fire is not a moth attached to us, auntie, I was wrong, give me some time, and I will worship the holy fire with the most devout heart! ”

Shang Biao bowed to the holy fire with a reverent face, and the charred black grease on his body continued to drip on the stone slab.

Why haven't those people come yet, damn it, they can't go on, I don't know if they can deceive the witch house, if she communicates with the holy flame and finds out the problem, it will be troublesome.

His mind flipped, but Shang Biao didn't dare to make a move to escape, with the Holy Flame Seed, he would be lit a sky lantern if he couldn't escape from the Holy Fire Temple.

"It's best if you think so, it's a great honor for our clan to get the Holy Flame and protect it. You take a break, and we'll try again. ”

Wu Yu's suspicions were dispelled a lot, and the bone battle slammed on the ground, and a flame sent Shang Biao under the altar.

Later, some of the flesh of the alien beast was found by Wu Yu and offered to Shang Biao to eat and nourish his body and recover from his injuries.

Just as Shang Biao was halfway through the eating of the beast's meat, the scourge guarding the door let out two screams and lost his breath.

A strange smell came, and Shang Biao only took a puff and immediately held his breath in vigilance.

"Ailment: Guizhu's Poison! (Note: There are cinnamon bamboos in Yunshan, which are very poisonous and will kill people if they hurt them.) ）”

The roasted golden weasel was quietly taken out of the movie ticket by Shang Biao and mixed in the meat of the beast. Pinching his nose and taking two bites in a row, a stench of nausea almost made him vomit.

Feeling the twitch in his stomach, Shang Biao gritted his teeth, tore open the half-cooked muscles on his belly little by little, and poked his hand in.

A moment later, two figures appeared at the door of the Holy Fire Temple, the weasel was only broken bones, and Shang Biao was leaning against the wall, prostration, looking like he was not dead.

"Outsiders!"

Although Wu Yu also inhaled poisonous gas, the poison of the mortal Guizhu did not seem to have a fatal effect.

"Yan Laosan, can you put this poison into two watchdogs?"

It was Shang Biao who first noticed the actor who spoke, and the person next to him was holding an incense burner, and his face was very ugly when he saw that Shang Biao and Wu Yu were not dead.

"You can't blame me for my lack of craftsmanship, if the flame was so easy to get hold of, I wouldn't have broken so many actors here."

The conversation between the two was at the entrance of the Holy Fire Temple, and they did not step into the Holy Fire Temple, obviously they also knew that this door was easy to enter and difficult to get out.

Wu Yu interrupted their conversation when he saw that no one was talking to them.

"It's ridiculous that you damn outsiders are just the two of you who dare to hit the Holy Flame!"

"It's not ridiculous, you'll know in a moment, old woman, I advise you not to summon your people, you should know the power of my poison. You can handle it, but others may not. ”

Yan Laosan's words made Bai Ke a little impatient: "What are you doing with her, let's do it!" ”

A cold Yanling knife appeared in Bai Ke's hand, and Yan Laosan took out a small crossbow, looking at the red arrow, even if it was not quenched, it was definitely not ordinary.

The two still didn't choose to enter the door, Yan Laosan shot arrows, and Bai Ke defended. The flame beast of the witch house was much less powerful after breaking away from the altar, and it fought head-on at the narrow doorway, and it basically couldn't hurt the two of them.

Yan Laosan's crossbow arrows didn't seem to be on target, but whenever the flames and crossbow arrows manipulated by Wu Yu encountered, they would explode, and the flames would shoot out, and the altar would also be blown into potholes.

Shang Biao wondered in his heart, these two actors were completely wasting time by doing this, they couldn't hurt Wu Yu at all, and they wasted the arrow props.

No, there is also an actor.

There were only two people who showed up, and he found out that there were three actors, right?

Shang Biao looked around quietly and carefully, and sure enough, he found an abnormality, the shadows on the ground were gradually elongating, and they were gathering towards the witch house.

Each time the firelight bolts collide, the shadow advances a bit.

At this time, it had already been pasted into the altar, and Shang Biao's own legs were also covered by shadows.

When the last three arrows were fired in succession, the shadow that rose up directly cut off the witch house and the holy fire behind her.

Bai Ke and Yan Laosan broke into the Holy Fire Temple almost at the same time, and an actor who looked like a black and fire-weary country also appeared from the shadows, and pressed his hands on the ground to gather the endless shadows.

"Leave the flame alone, kill this old woman, my shadow array won't last long."

A strange beast that Shang Biao was very familiar with appeared on the man's body, fat and round, red as fire, with four wings and six legs. The round head seemed to be forcibly stabbed out with a sharp weapon, but it kept bleeding.

Shang Biao, who is alongside the chaos of the four fierce beasts alongside Qiqi, has been familiar with the story of the seven openings and the chaotic death since he was a child, because the old man always uses this story to teach him that everything cannot be forced.

The white guest was light and agile, and he was the first to step on the altar, and without saying much, he directly broke into the shadow of the enveloping witch house.

Yan Laosan stood beside the man who manipulated the shadows, raised his crossbow arrow, and a bee-like beast appeared behind him, submerging the arrow that was about to be launched in his hand.

At this time, the holy fire not far from the few people finally reacted, and most of the flames turned into a fire beast in the shape of a bird, screaming, and pounced on the shadows.

"It's not good, shoot quickly, that old woman is about to rush out of the flame!"

"Whoosh!"

When Yan Laosan took out the arrow, the fire beast also tore through the shadow, and the witch dwelling jumped out and merged with the fire beast.

The bolt was aimed at her head, but it was stuck in the witch's stomach.

"Uhhhh Damn you! ”

Wu Yu's face was distorted, and a blue-black poisonous mist emanated from his body, and his fat body quickly dried up.

A sea of fire instantly surged above the altar, and countless flame beasts took shape, slaughtering the three of them.

"Baike, what should I do now, if you don't have any means to press the bottom of the box, we will withdraw."

Yan Laosan gave up the crossbow arrow, sprinkled a handful of silver needles at the Wu Yu, and asked the white guest beside him.

In addition, the person who can manipulate the shadow also throws out several cards or humans, or beasts, similar to the kind of props used in shadow puppet performances, blocking in front of several people, beating with ten fingers, manipulating the larger shadow puppet props to fight with the fire beasts.