From the explosion of the blue flame lotus flower to the transformation into a fire snake enveloping the disciples of the lizard people and the holy son of the bat people race, it only happened in a short period of time.

As soon as the two aliens tried to escape, they were already wrapped in blue flames, and as soon as the flames were occupied, they began to burn their figures frantically.

The bodies of the two aliens surged with power frantically, and this kind of supernatural flame could only be resisted with strength, and it was impossible to extinguish it.

Under the hard resistance of the two, the flame has a tendency to gradually slow down, after all, after resisting the powerful blow of the two just now, the power of the flame is somewhat insufficient in the future.

Yechen sneered, slapped out his right hand, and a raging flame shot out from the palm of his hand, plunging the two of them into the blue sea of fire.

"Ah!" The two let out a terrible wail, the power of the Martial King, even could not stop the cold ghost fire of the night, the treasure armor on the two bodies was scorched and crackled, this level of treasure, even could not withstand the burning of the blue flame.

"What a terrifying power, is this a supernatural power?" someone exclaimed from below.

The blue flames were burning wildly, and the two Martial King-level Emperors and Holy Sons were wailing wildly, this scene was too terrifying, and people's hearts subconsciously gave birth to fear of this flame.

The alien warrior kings who were entangled by Meng Xinqi and others began to retreat frantically, while they were fighting, it was impossible not to pay attention to the outside, when they saw Yechen kill the Eagle Man Clan and the Wild Shark Clan's Holy Son, they could still accept it, but when they saw that the five masters who besieged Yechen were about to be left in the blink of an eye, many people were afraid, and there was a deep panic in their hearts.

They want to get out of here, they don't want to see Yechen again, whoever wants to kill whoever wants to kill them.

"**** Lin Chuanxue, he actually ran away. The golden lion Jin Hong roared in the void, this voice, while arousing the anger of everyone, also made their thoughts of fleeing more urgent.

The aliens began to break free from their opponents.

"Don't go, keep playing with my aunt. Meng Xinqi shouted loudly, and the sound made the people below sweat wildly.

Yechen's companions are even more aggressive, trying to drag the aliens in tow, and wait for Yechen to free up his hands to clean them up.

The resistance of the aliens is even more violent, the strength of the two sides is about the same, one side wants to leave, and the other party is really difficult to keep.

The Holy Son of the Crocodile Race, who had been entangled by the skeleton archer, was the first to escape, and just when he escaped fifty meters away, a frost nova smashed him squarely, and then a sharp arrow shot at his throat, and the Holy Son of the Crocodile Race hurriedly threw out his shield to block the front, and then was overturned by the power of the arrow and the shield, turning several times in the sky.

The little furball no longer casts a frost nova, but puts his hands on his chest, his fingers are facing each other, and he continuously shoots out ice picks from the palm of his hand to attack the holy son of the crocodile race, with the two martial kings to contain it, the holy son of the crocodile tribe suddenly finds that he has lost the best time to escape.

The wails of the disciples of the lizard people and the holy sons of the bat people became louder and louder, and their voices became more and more miserable, and their strength was consumed immensely under the blue flames, and they could no longer support the burning of the blue flames.

Nightchen's spear was once again wrapped in silver light, turning into silver lightning and stabbing at the two people in the blue flames, who could no longer resist, and were pierced through the heart by Nightchen's spear.

Instantly, with a movement in Yechen's heart, the blue flame that wrapped the two of them faded quickly, and then disappeared cleanly, and Yechen threw the bodies of the two into the storage ring.

"It's all good stuff. Looking at their corpses, with a smile on his face, the blood of every emperor and holy son is much more precious than the blood of ordinary martial kings, and these bloods will also be of great use after Yechen returns.

Yechen glanced into the distance, and the emperors of the alien race began to break free from the entanglement of their opponents and ran farther and farther.

Yechen didn't get entangled, from the very beginning, he knew that he couldn't kill all of them, if so many Martial King disciples were scattered, he could only keep a part of them.

Now that I have killed so much, I am already very satisfied.

Yechen pointed his spear at the Holy Son of the Crocodile, and he wanted to escape, but unfortunately he couldn't run out at all under the joint control of the skeleton archer and the little furball.

"Kill!" Yechen shouted.

At the same time, Huang Xinrou Mengxinqi Wang Ziyu and the others flew back with a depressed face, their opponents all ran away, and they could only throw the resentment in their hearts on this unlucky crocodile saint son.

The rivals of the Little Skull and the Death Knight also fled, and the two of them were unable to keep each other when they were of equal strength.

The Holy Son of the Crocodile Race was finally horrified to see one powerful Martial King after another appear beside him, and they flew murderously, facing the Holy Son of the Crocodile Race with their respective weapons in the distance.

The Holy Son of the Crocodile Clan looked at the figures around him in amazement, his eyes were full of frightened expressions, and he had masters in all directions, blocking all his escape directions.

"Die. Except for Yechen, the magic weapon in everyone's hands was glowing, and powerful forces filled the void, and with the fluctuation of these energies, the eyes of the Holy Son of the Crocodile Race showed bursts of despair.

"I, I surrender!" cried out the Crocodile Son.

"Kill!" the angry Meng Xinqi shouted, there was no chance for him at all, and the rest of the others also moved forward one after another, with no mercy in their hands.

"I surrendered, I surrendered. The Crocodile Son raised his paws and roared in the sky.

"Wait a minute!" Yechen shouted, causing everyone to stop what they were doing, and countless pairs of puzzled eyes turned to Yechen.

Yechen shouted at everyone: "Everyone has surrendered, what are you doing here." ”

What? The crowd was puzzled.

The crocodile clan was overjoyed, and was about to say something to Yechen when he continued: "If so many of you are smashed hard, won't you want to smash him to pieces? I want to keep the whole corpse, understand?

The joy that the crocodile had just revealed was frozen in his eyes, and then he roared at Yechen: "Yechen, I'm RNMLGB." ”

Yechen waved his hand and said, "Come on, if anyone doesn't leave the whole corpse, I'll be anxious with him." ”

Everyone continued to rush forward, and hit the weapons in their hands at the crocodile clan, no matter how strong the crocodile saint son was, he couldn't resist such a strong attack, after one move, all his defensive magic weapons were broken, and after two moves, the crocodile saint son died tragically, with six scars on his body, and his whole body was frozen, and no blood flowed out.

Only then did Yechen put away the corpse of the Holy Son of the Crocodile Race and put it into the storage ring.

In this battle, four holy sons and two emperors were killed, and the night was a bumper harvest.

The crowd below watched all this in silence, as if they had experienced an unreal dream.

(End of chapter)