"The flame dances, the second jump slashes the world~!" Fu Ling looked at the octagon's somewhat uncomfortable face, hesitated for a few seconds, and then decisively danced again, it was originally a raging flame, but after she shouted, more than 10,000 fiery red long knives with metallic light suddenly appeared in the flames, and the knife crackled towards the octagonal and slashed at his body without pity.

Octagon used his divine energy to resist the high temperature that was enough to melt him in a second, and at this time, when he endured this powerful flame knife, he already showed that the energy was slightly out, only to see that the light on his body began to weaken slightly, and his fiery red eyes were not as sharp as before.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Fu Ling's eyes, but the angry look before the octagon instantly appeared in her mind again, she knew very well that if she let go of the octagon, the octagon would definitely not let go of the dragon rain, because, Fu Ling no longer had distracting thoughts, only to see that she was surrounded by flames, and her dancing posture was very moving, like a fairy in the pillar of fire.

But at this time, the octagon trapped in it has no time to appreciate the unique dance of Fu Ling in this world, all he can do is to do his best to keep his protective shield, although he is also a median god, but Fu Ling is born to be more magical than the octagonal, after all, she is born as an immortal bird, and once this flame is released by the Fu Ling of the body of the true god, it is enough to cause damage to the octagon.

Fu Ling is engrossed in releasing the magic that is enough to destroy the world under the world, and suddenly his heart chuckled, as if the heart was stabbed suddenly, the pain came from the bottom of her heart, and then instantly spread throughout the body, Fu Ling couldn't help but slow down, the action suddenly stopped, and the world needed Fu Ling to keep guiding through the dance posture, this stop, the dense fire knife instantly began to fly up, and many of the Thunderbolt Kara crashed together and turned into a ball of flame.

The octagonal eyes are extremely sharp, Fu Ling is just out of a few seconds, and when he dances again later, the octagon has instantly broken free from the shackles of this pillar of fire, and the golden light entwined with the war knife slashed through the surging flames towards Fu Ling, Fu Ling had no way to hide at this time, so he had to temporarily change his dancing posture, his expression was cold, and he shouted loudly: "The flame dances, and finally jumps into the heaven and earth~!" This is the last trick of the stunt of Fu Ling, but also the most powerful move, now the surface of heaven and earth seems to have the feeling of breaking away the dark clouds and seeing the red sun, and the feeling of bitterness is sweet, in fact, the real meaning of this move is that everything in heaven and earth will be burned out in the flames, and finally only this heaven and earth remain.

Octagon turned around in the air, he just heard that the secret technique of the Spirit Fulfillment God, if she was allowed to complete the three jumps, even if the father God came, she might not be able to extinguish this divine fire, Octagon wanted to kill Long Yu, but he couldn't kill him again before he lost his life, the octagonal who broke free from the shackles of the Spirit Fulfillment Spirit slid through the flames like a sharp sword, and rushed towards the edge of the pillar of fire.

Seeing that the edge of the pillar of fire was in front of him, but suddenly there was a light in front of him, all the crimson waves of fire disappeared, and a kind of white and yellow, almost shrouded in a golden halo of flames appeared, Octagon suddenly frowned, and the shield on his body instantly lit up, and he almost went crazy and filled his energy on the shield, the white flame looked very quiet, and even the beating volt was ruthless.

But Octagon did not dare to move easily, he could no longer feel the frenzy that made his mouth dry, and now all he could feel was a tingling pain, like a person who was too close to the fire, and suddenly felt no heat but only pain.

The golden golden knife seemed to have some signs of softening, the octagonal expression was slightly Ling, and he hurriedly pulled the golden knife back, and the huge blade "swished" into the knife handle, and the octagonal kicked the hot knife handle in his arms without hesitation, and endured the pain like a giant needle.

This kind of pain doesn't seem to be much of an injury on the surface, not even as much as the trauma brought by the red flame to the octagonal before, it just quietly wraps the anise, shaking from time to time, but it is shaking from time to time, as if pulling the pain nerve of the anise, if it weren't for his perennial activity, his ability to endure pain has reached the first-class level, at this time, I am afraid that he would have already howled through the sky.

"Is my dignified anise going to die here?" Octagon lay in the flames with his back to the sky, he was already a little used to the pain, but he still couldn't break free, he knew that this flame would never stop if he didn't burn the slag left, as long as it was stained, it couldn't be extinguished, Octagon sighed in his heart, and tilted his head slightly, he wanted to take a look at Fuling.

This little phoenix, who was always following him when he was young, called the octagonal brother, has now become a famous goddess, maybe among all the gods, only the beauty of the moon god can compare with her, when the octagon thought of this, a trace of warmth flowed in his heart, but then he thought of Fuling even if she trapped herself, she could not escape the result of death, and couldn't help but feel anger and sadness surging into her heart again.

"I can't die here, I'll only kill that human being if I die here, the human who killed Fu Ling~!" Octagon rushed out of a resentment in his heart, this is his logic, he won't think that it was because he wanted to kill Long Yu that he forced Fu Ling to do this, he would only look at it from his own point of view, it was precisely because this human being was fascinated by Fu Ling that he hurt Fu Ling.

Octagon wouldn't think that he was wrong, because he was right in his opinion to kill Long Yu, and as soon as he was angry, Octagon's brute force hidden in his heart finally broke out completely, Fu Ling's face was a little pale and danced, she began to be anxious, because her chest was getting more and more painful, and she even had a trance feeling, she knew that this was caused by the energy of the godhead beginning to overflow and impact her body.

That powerful energy is not bound by her at all, she can only release and release again, but the huge energy source of the Godhead itself is impossible to release all at once, so Fu Ling is just dragging, she will inevitably have the energy to burst her body, and then destroy her soul, the powerful energy generated by the explosion of the Godhead will completely obliterate her racial ability, and she will not be able to be reborn.

Fu Ling is not worried about herself, she is afraid that she will not be able to survive the time when she kills the octagon first, the octagon is dead, Long Yu can at least avoid the catastrophe in front of him first, as long as he hides, never come to the side of the high elves again, even the temple will not be able to enter the Tianlu Continent, there, he will be safe.

"Not good!" Fu Ling was struggling to support, suddenly "snap", the sound was very crisp, as if it exploded in her mind, a string was broken, Fu Ling instantly only felt dizzy, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth like a flying arrow, and the blood was all steamed into a dark cloud by the flames before it went far, and Fu Ling had fallen into the flames, holding his chest with his left hand, in pain.

The sequelae of forcibly fusing the godhead have begun to appear, and now this wave has directly cut off Fu Ling's heart veins, and the energy in her body instantly began to be disordered, and the direct consequence of this is that the white flame shook very unsteadily, and at the edge, the flame was slowly disappearing.

Octagon moved, he quickly discovered this abnormality, the flame that trapped him like a sticky glue before loosened a lot, "Break~!" With a loud shout, Octagon finally focused on the time to release the energy of his godhead, and a crimson blood light emerged from Octagon's body, instantly forcing back the white flame that almost burned him to death before, Octagon's body was in a vertical shape, and he had quickly flown out of the flames, and ran without looking back.

Fu Ling stood up, the fan fell into the air, and there was a flame to hold it, but Fu Ling only stood for a few seconds, and then sprayed a mouthful of blood again, her body was short, and she knelt directly on the ground, the phoenix tattoo on her head now looks very terrifying, as if it had just been carved through the skin with a knife, and the bright red one seemed to ooze blood, and what was even more terrifying was that Fu Ling's face was white and a little transparent.

Her face was very painful, her palms were tightly clenched to her chest, it was difficult to even take a breath, Fu Ling's heart was full of remorse, she was complaining to herself, why didn't she fuse her godhead earlier, if she had fused earlier, it wouldn't be like this now, and she was even more resentful about her own incompetence, she thought that she could drag the octagon as a cushion to die, so that Long Yu could escape this catastrophe.

But she didn't expect that she overestimated herself, her body had been separated from the godhead for too long, she miscalculated her ability to bear, the pain she was suffering at this time was much more serious than the knife and axe, and every inch of her body was transmitting pain, especially the inner house, Fu Ling only felt like a fire was rolling, burning her lip tightly.

"Girl. The white flames had gradually subsided, only a range of no more than ten meters was still surrounding Fu Ling, the octagon had returned again, the knife in his hand was slowly raised, but his face was full of pity.

"Heh, don't call me that. Fu Ling gritted his teeth and raised his head, a trace of resentment flashed on his face, and Bajiao sighed, he has always shown people with coldness and madness, who knows, what he really cares about is actually a little phoenix back then, "You are so painful, the broken godhead is definitely beyond your imagination, let me send you the last ride." Octagon's hand trembled, and though he tried to calm himself as he said this, his hand trembled.

Octagon is a martial idiot, he is a god, his hand holding the weapon will never tremble, but now, he trembled, his heart seemed to be broken, he didn't know what words to use to express his speechlessness and anger at this time, the thick sadness made his hands tremble, he knew what the fate of this godhead was broken, he seemed to have become the big brother who loved Fuling very much, and didn't want her to be hurt a little.

"Principles and friendship, you chose principles, I don't resent you, but don't call me sister, there is no mercy between me and you, you want to kill my lover, you are the enemy of my life, even if I die, I will never forget to hate you, forever!" The blood on the corner of Fu Ling's mouth couldn't help but flow out, his expression was sad, but he was extremely calm, and said with a cold air.