Acceptance, this is a serious proposition, after Nan Sihong recited the spell, the fire ghost in mid-air began to struggle frantically.

Obviously, even the ghosts resist being subdued, and this fire ghost has been imprisoned in the Miao tribe for I don't know how many years, but it still seems to have chosen the former between being temporarily sealed and being subdued forever.

Over there, many wizards saw Nan Sihong's behavior, although they may not have understood that the spell Nan Sihong recited was a spell to subdue the summon, but they still sensed Nan Sihong's purpose.

The old wizard's face was solemn, but a scimitar suddenly appeared on his right hand, and then he swung the knife into his chest without hesitation.

A terrible and strange voice roared from the old wizard's mouth, and the wizards behind him also listened to the old wizard make the same action.

The blood of dozens of wizards suddenly spurted out, like a curtain of light covering the entire air.

The fire ghost who was bound by Nan Sihong seemed to get new strength from the blood that was far away, and suddenly began to shake, and the natural vitality that bound the fire ghost began to be constantly consumed, and it seemed that there was a tendency to be dissipated.

Nan Sihong's face began to flush as if he was drunk, and beads of sweat the size of beans came out of his forehead.

"Confused plot."

His heart sank suddenly, but four words came out, relaxing the plot, naturally there will be nothing that can harm him, but many times in the plot world is in the same time and space, especially when it comes to exploration and relaxation plots, once you are too greedy, you chase after that breath. often chase into the plot that does not belong to the opening of this space.

This kind of thing is extremely deadly, and although the deranged plot may not be dangerous, but. But it's absolutely disordered, and you never know what kind of power the chaotic plot will be.

Nan Sihong is not an arrogant person, it's just that he has passed the challenger trial, but his strength is already at the limit of the marginal area, but this relaxation plot is the space reward plot before he chooses to challenge the champion and promote the trial, according to the convention. This kind of plot should never have a force beyond the limits of the periphery.

In this way, no matter what Nan Sihong is, it is impossible for this relaxed plot world to endanger his existence.

It's just that. Now I don't know what went wrong in the Dao, there is such a thing as a fire ghost in this world, and there is a group of deadly wizards who use secret methods to enhance the power of fire ghosts.

Until now. The power of this fire demon was enough to threaten him.

However. It can only threaten, but this world realm is destined to be impossible to cause harm to him.

Nan Sihong looked up at the fire ghost, the ghost thing was formless and phaseless, but it was the most suitable existence as their summon, and the strength of the ghost thing in front of him was enough to defeat his summon even if it was not refined.

A smile appeared at the corner of Nan Sihong's mouth, but he slowly reached out and slashed towards his arm, and blood slid down. But not as wild as those wizards, but as crystal clear and beautiful as the most gorgeous chain in the world.

It's just that. As this wisp of blood slid down, the natural aura surrounding Nan Sihong suddenly began to increase geometrically.

Naturally angry, a strong surge, like fermentation, began to expand, but in the blink of an eye, it had already drowned the fire ghost who was about to break free, and it was several times stronger than before.

If the fire ghost still had a chance of life before, then at this time, the fire ghost didn't even have room to struggle.

In the distance, the group of wizards suddenly showed a look of despair, the sword had already extinguished their vitality, but because they were concerned about the victory or defeat of the battle, these wizards held on, and now, when the possibility of victory passed, these wizards could no longer support it, and fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, no one paid attention to those wizards, but Nan Sihong and his subordinates were completely concerned about the fire ghosts in the air at this time.

The natural anger was wrapping up, but the fire ghost was being refined by Nan Sihong very slowly, and the rich dead qi could barely even wrap the majestic natural vitality, emerging from every crevice.

Nan Sihong sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands quickly punched out the seal, and the mantra was recited more slowly and continuously.

The breath of life and death continued to intertwine in mid-air with Nan Sihong's spell and magic seal, and I don't know how long it had passed, and the breath of life and death entangled in the air suddenly solidified together.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Nan Sihong's forehead, down his cheeks, and from his chin, and the spell in his mouth stopped at the same time, as if the entire world was solidified.

Nan Sihong's subordinates looked nervously at Nan Sihong and the aura that was entangled but frozen in mid-air.

Suddenly, the aura in mid-air changed, and the dead qi increased sharply, as if the fire ghost had broken free, while Nan Sihong was defeated.

Nan Sihong's subordinates began to sit cross-legged one after another, but they planned to learn from those wizards, cast spells with their lives, and do the most difficult fight.

However, at this time, the expanded dead air was suddenly collected, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then, Nan Sihong's voice sounded again, but it was different from before, this spell actually brought a leisurely and fresh feeling, like a jungle after a heavy rain, mixed with extreme vitality.

And with Nan Sihong's spell, the mid-air suddenly exploded like an explosion.

The fire demon's dead air was all transformed into life.

The transformation of life and death, the aura on Nan Sihong's body also rose sharply, as if he had broken through a bottleneck, but at the same time, the sky in the world of this plot was slightly gloomy, as if an evil demon was born to suppress the clouds.

"The world is rejected."

A cry of surprise roared out from the mouths of Nan Sihong's group of subordinates, but these masters of the natural race were excited one by one at this time.

The rejection of the world is a promotion feature in the space, however, this characteristic can only appear in the top contractors of the world world who are experiencing the plot, and most of the people who appear in this kind of characteristic are those whose strength has exceeded the limit of the space where they are located, and has reached the mandatory time to advance or challenge the champion.

Although Nan Sihong originally passed the challenger trial, his strength definitely did not exceed the limit of the marginal area, that is to say, he was not the strongest in the marginal area, at most he was just the peak of the wave.

However, at this time, being rejected by the plot world means that Nan Sihong's strength is already the strongest at least in the edge area, and this kind of contractor who has not yet taken the last step to break through the limit of the world world realm has an exclusive title in the space, the enhancer, such a person will often have more opportunities than ordinary contractors in the next layer of space.

This space is called the strong space, but it is for the purpose of cultivating the strong, so this kind of potential contractor will get more convenience in the space.

Nan Sihong slowly got up from the ground, his figure seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, and he didn't use any external force at all, just stood upright as if he was floating.

And as he stood upright, the vision in mid-air disappeared in an instant.

The furious natural anger rose to the sky, and the dense clouds dissipated cleanly.

"Young master."

"Young Master"

"Head"

His group of subordinates suddenly rushed up, but each shouted their own, these masters of the natural race, some were from the Nan Sihong family, some were servants left behind by his parents, and some were subdued by him, originally, these people were trained by him in the past to be as serious as the army.

At this time, he broke through the limit, but it made these people ecstatic, and they immediately shouted out the first title that came to mind in their hearts.

"There's nothing to be happy about, if possible, I'd rather not break through myself in exchange for Dika's resurrection."

Compared with the excitement of many subordinates, Nan Sihong's mood was not high, his voice sounded low, and those excited subordinates also cooled down, and the excitement of Nan Sihong's promotion was suddenly replaced by the sadness caused by Dika's death.

"We're going to kill that Terran."

"yes, kill that Terran."

A roar of grief and indignation sounded, but Nan Sihong's subordinates had hatred and anger in their eyes.

And with the roar of these subordinates, Nan Sihong's fists were also clenched, but Dika's death completely dispelled his desire to coexist peacefully with the human race, death, bring peace, and death will also bring endless war and hatred.

What's more, Nan Sihong's strength at this time also made him feel that killing Heng and Cao Zinuo was just stepping on two ants.

Peaceful coexistence requires relatively equal strength to be able to have.

In the village, Cao Zinuo's gaze stopped at a big sword, but the appearance of this sword was not much different from the sword of Yan Lao Dao.

"Your sword is not suitable for your sword, your sword has traces of Taoism, and your sword is more suitable for the sword skills of the rivers and lakes, this sword is a treasure treasured by my master, according to the master has been hidden for more than a thousand years, but unfortunately, since the Maoshan faction eliminated the Taoist skills of competing with others, this sword is no longer suitable for the use of people in my faction, and now I will give it to you."

The sword was in Uncle Jiu's hand, and Uncle Jiu's expression was slightly complicated and looked at the sword.

Cao Zinuo's expression was with a hint of hesitation, he could feel the strength of this sword, strong, and with an endless killing aura, but it was definitely a divine weapon.

It's just that he can also feel Uncle Jiu's feelings for this sword, after all, it is a treasure of the master.

"Don't hesitate, I have a hunch that you will be in big trouble to find your door, this trouble is so big that it can almost kill you, and I can't stay in the village any longer, because your trouble will kill the whole village, so, take this sword, you leave quickly."

In the end, Uncle Nine still threw the sword to Cao Zinuo.

At the same time, Uncle Jiu's absolute voice also sounded, and Uncle Ming's eyes widened anxiously on the side, as if he wanted to say something, but Cao Zinuo had already waved his hand to stop Uncle Ming's words. (To be continued......)