In the depths of the Demon Suppression Ancient Cave, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon slowly opened its jade-like eyes.

After awakening, the dragon head of the Eight Desolations Fire Dragon swayed gently from side to side, as if it was very uncomfortable with this small environment - after all, only the dragon's head was now exposed, and the part below the neck was still at the other end of the spatial crack above the circle.

......After shaking its head again, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon lifted its head and scanned the small hole in the ground.

After a while, it found the three Mo Wen who had been forced into a corner - among them, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi were standing side by side holding hands, and Mo Wen was tragically nested in another corner that was extremely far away from the two of them.

"Damn, why was I forced into such a place.] Resisting the flying flames with difficulty, Mo Wen secretly gritted his teeth. [Don't you just want to be a light bulb a little far away from the two of them?] How can you be pushed farther and farther away by the flames before you know it? 】

Just when Mo Wen secretly regretted it, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, who had found his target, launched his attack.

For a creature like the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, which is almost at the top of the food chain, the threat posed to it by the three people is really limited, even if it is just three insects...... Well, the stronger ones are biting bugs.

Therefore, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon did not hesitate to release an AOE, intending to wipe out the three of Mo Wen.

With the high-pitched roar of the dragon, the flames in the entire space boiled as if they had life. Countless lava flames danced wildly in the air, as if celebrating the arrival of this fire beast.

This is the paradise of flames, and it is also the purgatory of Mo Wen and the others.

However, as masters of the four-volume Book of Heaven, Mo Wen and Zhang Xiaofan can still resist this kind of offensive...... Mo Wen even had some strength to spare, after all, he could rely on the Cloud Shadow Imperial Envoy Water Spirit to resist the flames - this was much easier than Zhang Xiaofan, who used his own spiritual power to resist.

After a long time, the dragon chant gradually weakened, and the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, which was equivalent to a lazy waist, lowered its head elegantly, only to find that the three "little ants" were not burned to ashes by its flames.

Then the churning lava below suddenly rose, drowning Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi; The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon turned the dragon's head and spewed out a thick white pillar of fire towards Mo Wen - compared to the two insects hugging each other, it was still the breath of this insect that made me feel more uncomfortable, let's shoot it to death first...... Well, that's what the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons thought.

"Huh......" Mo Wenchang took a long breath and held Yunying tightly with both hands. [You really look up to me...... Is this the price of participating in the main character's plot? 】

[However...... If you want my life, it's not enough! 】

"Nine clouds, blue falling dark springs, breaking the glory of the army, becoming the gate of the cold and cold!" Mo Wen held the cloud shadow on his chest, and the blazing fire spirit frantically poured into it, and then turned into a gentle water spirit that swirled around Mo Wen's body, draping him with a light blue veil.

"Flowing Cloud Barrier!" The water spirits gathered frantically, and a large amount of dark blue mist appeared and floated in front of Mo Wen.

"Whew." Mo Wen took a breath, a cloud shadow was raised, and a trace of white vapor overflowed from the sword: "The power of the netherworld, the spirit of the cold of the yin, the frost condenses thousands of miles, and the ice and snow seal the sky!" ”

"Stygian Ice Spirit Sword!"

The faint blue ice mist seemed to be pulled by countless invisible little hands and disintegrated into pieces, and then quickly condensed together, turning into a sword of ice that was more than ten zhang long and two or three zhang wide to meet the blazing white flame pillar.

The massive Ice Crystal Sword easily sliced the blazing white pillar of fire in two, and at the same time, the blue light also broke through the orange-red lava.

Then, Mo Wen's attack hit the huge dragon head of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon.

The ice flakes scatter and then transpire into water vapor in this fire-filled environment; The light shattered, and bits of light were soon drowned in the dancing flames.

Obviously, the attack of Mo Wen and the others did not cause enough damage to the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, but instead stimulated the killing intent of this primeval beast. The red jade-like eyes of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons flashed with a glimmer of fine light, and the flames in the entire cave soared, forming a huge and incomparable flame vortex, engulfing the three of Mo Wen.

The churning lava gradually subsided, and the floating flames no longer flew around, only the large giant vortex of flames in mid-air spun faster and faster, and became more and more dazzling.

Suddenly, a faint blue light accompanied by blue light came out of the crimson flame vortex, getting brighter and brighter, and three figures rushed out of the flame vortex and floated in front of the dragon's head.

Mo Wen's current situation is not very good, the edges of the sky-blue robe are dotted with scorch marks, and there is a small patch of blood on his left arm; The sword-wielding right hand trembled slightly, and dripping sweat poured from his forehead, but before it could be indecent, it turned into vapor and drifted away.

As for Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi, although Mo Wen could not observe the specific situation of the two, according to his estimate, the consumption of the couple will definitely not be small.

The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon's eyes widened, he didn't expect that Mo Wen and the three of them would be able to survive its two moves, this primeval beast was playful, and he was ready to see how long Mo Wen and the three of them could last.

But the beast god in the flames hidden behind its head was not prepared to let it do so.

Now the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array floating behind the head of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons has been much dimmer than at the beginning, and the beast god is seriously injured, and he can't maintain this magic array for too long. Seeing that the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons attacked on their own and couldn't kill the three of them for a while, the Beast God was ready to personally control the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons and fight with the three of them.

The magic circle composed of white flames gradually fell on the eyebrows of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons in the mysterious spell, interrupting its preparatory attack, and the huge dragon head trembled violently, as if enduring unspeakable pain.

Mo Wen and the three of them stood quietly, and did not take the opportunity to attack—because they knew that with their cultivation, they would not be able to hurt this primeval beast; didn't run away - Mo Wen firmly believed that he could live, while Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi were determined to fight to the death, for his promise, for her faith.

Finally, the head of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons stopped shaking, and their huge eyes opened again—although they were still as crystal as red jade, they were not as pure as before, but were filled with anger and madness.

Mo Wen held his breath.

The huge dragon's head slowly lifted up, and with a deep breath, the temperature of the entire cave plummeted, and then a bright red and pure ball of light appeared in its hideous maw, and gradually grew larger.

[It's finally here!] Mo Wen looked at the familiar red light cluster and clenched the cloud shadow. Are you ready? 】

[Then let's get started!] Feeling Yunying's excited mood, Mo Wen took a deep breath, and in the surprised eyes of Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi, he flew up and rushed towards the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon.

"Don't ask, what do you do?" Zhang Xiaofan shouted loudly and jumped up together.

"I'll block this blow!" Mo Wen didn't turn his head, "Trust me, I can stop it!" ”

Before Zhang Xiaofan could say anything more, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon lowered its dragon head, and a pillar of fire that was as thick as jade erupted from its mouth.

This pillar of fire didn't fly fast, but Mo Wen and the three of them had a feeling that they couldn't avoid it no matter what...... Mo Wen at the front couldn't even tell what color this pillar of fire was—the yellow one second, the white the next, and the blue in the next......

Then, Mo Wen shook the cloud shadow in his hand and met the first and final flame that could burn everything—the "Pure Fire".

Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi, who were watching from the sidelines, frowned together, and with their cultivation, they could naturally detect that Mo Wen was just throwing his immortal sword towards the pillar of fire...... No spiritual power was used.

Then, Yun Ying silently melted into the pillar of fire in Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Xueqi's suspicious, Mo Wen's nervous and expectant gaze.

"Poof!" Mo Wen spurted out a mouthful of blood...... Just as Cloud Shadow fused into the Pure Flame, he felt a burst of pain in his soul, as if he was being slowly cut by countless knives. And the terrible pillar of fire gradually dimmed, and finally revealed a strange mass of shape, color, and color.

Forcibly enduring the kind of sharp pain that can make people crazy, Mo Wen stretched out his hand, and then pulled out and flew back. And the mass of matter quickly returned to his hand with Mo Wen's movements and condensed into a sword shape.

"Whew...... Xiao Fan ...... The rest is up to you. Mo Wen's left hand was pressed tightly on his forehead, and the short nails had even cut through the skin in front of his forehead, leaving blood marks on them; The surface of the sword-shaped substance in the right hand fluctuates, and it is obviously not very stable. "Don't forget...... You still have the Xuanhuo Jian. ”

“！” Zhang Xiaofan suddenly, let go of the Soul Devourer with his right hand, and grabbed it to his left arm; Lu Xueqi also cooperatively let go of his left hand and gently stood behind Zhang Xiaofan.

At this moment, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, which had been blocked by Mo Wen for blocking the first blow, roared wildly and let out a second pure fire, a pure fire that was twice as thick as just now.

After spitting out this pure fire, the ruby jade-like eyes of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons also became extremely dim - it was obvious that this blow had consumed a lot of his strength.

Just when the pillar of fire came, Zhang Xiaofan also successfully used the Xuanhuo Jian to block in front of him.

In the next second, the fire of pure essence shone on the small mirror with red silk tassels.

The space seems to freeze.

The inexplicable sound of the song suddenly sounded in the battlefield of flames, soft and gentle, like a mother's whisper, and like a lover's whisper, echoing in everyone's ears.

Just when the ballad sounded, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon was stunned, and then the huge dragon head shook wildly, and a ball of flame flew out from between the eyes of the fire dragon, and immediately turned into the appearance of a beast god.

The tired face couldn't hide the excitement of this person, and the beast god no longer had the heart to care about the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array hanging behind him. He has existed for thousands of years and now reacts like a child, with a little surprise and hesitation, he stretched out his hand towards the Xuanhuo Jian hanging in the air, and said in a trembling voice: "Linglong...... Is that you? ”

A faint white smoke came out from above the Xuanhuo Jian, and in the scorching gaze of the beast god, it turned into a woman in white with a simple witch staff in her hand and a smile on her face.

In mid-air, Mo Wen lowered his head and gasped heavily, the turbulent qi and blood in his body slowly calmed down, and the pain in his soul gradually subsided.

[Huhu...... It really hurts...... Is this a human thing? Cloud Shadow, you bastard, pit me! Mo Wen held his immortal sword and scolded loudly in his heart, while pinching the magic trick. [No, I have to hurry up and prepare the Dao method of escape, who knows if the Xuanhuo Jian will protect me. 】

Not far ahead, Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi held hands again at some point, looking intently at mid-air, the flames of the entire cave suddenly lost the kind of fury that burned everything, but was filled with a faint warmth.

"Linglong!" Seeing that incomparably familiar image, the beast god's body that had run out of oil because of the imperial envoy Eight Desolation Fire Dragons burst out with amazing vitality, only to see the pattern of the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array behind him tremble, and the beast god opened his arms and flew out, hugging the exquisite phantom.

The exquisiteness that emerged from the Xuanhuo Jian also opened its mind.

The unstable Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array floating in the air finally could no longer exist, and it disintegrated into pieces of fireworks and disappeared.

The eyes of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, who had been in a state of stupor since the Beast God appeared, flashed again, and then, with the ancient beast roaring angrily, a huge flame drowned out the Beast God and Linglong in their arms...... There are also two happy smiles, or relieved smiles.

Oh......

Witnessing the insect that manipulated itself turn to ashes under its own flames, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon was in a good mood. But before its good mood lasted for a second, the spatial crack in its neck contracted violently, and an unresistible force pressed the head of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, pressing it down into the crack.

The flames dissipated, and Xuanhuo Jian flew in front of Zhang Xiaofan on its own from mid-air.

Oh!!!

The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon struggled angrily, but it couldn't resist the invisible force, and the huge dragon head was quickly pressed into the spatial crack, and just as the spatial crack was about to close, a blazing white flame erupted from it.

In an instant, the fire spirit, which had been calm, began to riot again, and the magma lake under the feet of the three of them stirred up waves, and the entire mountain shook violently, almost like an earthquake above level eight.

And just as Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi clenched their hands looking at this apocalyptic scene, Xuanhuo Jian suddenly released a red light mask that just wrapped the two of them, covering the two of them in it, and rose rapidly.

[Damn...... Isn't it my share? But I'm not going to die easily! Mo Wen, who was only less than a meter away from Zhang Lu and the others, gritted his teeth, held Yun Ying's right thumb and index finger, pinched two pale yellow runes with cinnabar and painted them with complex patterns, and pasted them on his body, and then quickly changed his gesture with his left hand and clenched his fist violently.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan, who found that Mo Wen was not protected by the Xuanhuo Jian, lowered his head suddenly, and was surprised to find that the space around Mo Wen's body suddenly became extremely blurred.

Under the guidance of the final blow of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, the blazing magma was finally unwilling to flow only on the ground and began to chase towards the sky. Just as they were about to touch Mo Wen, the space trembled, and Mo Wen's figure was gone.

……

Black Forest in southern Xinjiang.

Above the silent forest, space distorted, and then an embarrassed sword-wielding figure fell out of thin air.

"Whew...... ...... whew," Mo asked, holding his heart with his left hand, gasping for breath. 【Damn!】 The pressure on my body was too great, and I just moved more than ten miles north before I couldn't bear it...... Although there were reasons for the physical exhaustion after the Great War and the disorder of the five elements of the crater fire Dasheng in it, according to the increasing law of this pressure, even if I was at my peak, I could only move about twenty miles. 】

[Not only does it take you to draw the rune paper in advance, but it takes five seconds to prepare...... Although the unfamiliar seal method and the harsh environment dragged on for a long time, even if there was no interference, with the reaction speed of my current body at its peak, it would take two seconds to release it at the earliest, which was enough to make me die ten times. 】

"Hey...... The result is still not of practical significance? Mo Wen sighed and raised his head to look at the endless starry sky. But I finally came out alive. ”

Just as Mo Wen looked up at the sky, a thick pillar of fire rose into the sky not far away, and the night sky above his head gradually turned red, and then, countless red flames and magma fell from the sky and landed on this vast land.

Like a fiery red meteor shower.

[Hmm...... The last blow of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon was really ruthless, and the flames that spewed out could actually attract the fire spirits that filled the space, and finally caused a volcanic eruption......] Mo Wen touched his chin and sighed: "The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon is really worthy of being an ancient fierce beast...... What a mobile disaster! ”

After admiring the spectacular scene that he had seen for a while in a thousand years, Mo Wen casually cleaned up a clean place, carved the magic circle, and sat on the ground, ready to recover his state.

[Wait!] Mo Wen's eyes that had just been closed opened suddenly, and he looked at the cloud shadow he was holding in his right hand.

At this time, Yunying's image had already changed greatly: one hand happened to hold the hilt of the sword, there was no sword grid, the streamlined sword body no longer wanted to be bloated at first, and the sharp tip and thin blade looked particularly threatening; The cloud shadow, which was originally pure white and dotted with colorful colors, has also turned into ** gray, and the tip of the sword is translucent. When Mo Wen looked closely, he could clearly find that a trace of indistinguishable color substance was slowly flowing in the sword body, and it really had a bit of the smell of flowing clouds and shadows.

Cloud Shadow: After the Nine Stars (Arcana) Five-colored Stone is tempered into a sword, it destroys its inner balance with the Fire of Origin, and the various embodied rules contained in it merge with each other, and the material eventually turns into chaos, and the shape is a sword, but chaos is ever-changing, and everything can be transformed - provided that you have enough strength. (Requires at least eight stars of power.) This weapon has been connected to the master's soul after being sacrificed by Mo Wen with a spirit sacrifice and blood, and the connection between the two was not destroyed when the five-colored stone was refining chaos, so this weapon can only be used by Mo Wen. It can greatly increase the master's spiritual power and can use it as a medium to control the spiritual power of various systems, and the master can also manipulate various rules to attack through this weapon (the master's ability is not enough, and it can't be used now.) And because the sword is made of chaos, anything below the eight stars cannot be stopped when it is activated. (Nine-star materials no longer need any refining techniques, and all the ways in the world are in it, which is a treasure in itself.) (Extraordinary character and boldness make you successful...... Sure enough, the person who understands the direction of fate and has the aura of the protagonist has too much advantage. (I really didn't expect someone to be able to get their hands on and use the strongest item you could theoretically use so quickly...... But even if you can use this, how much power can you use it? Teenagers, the more advanced the item, the better. ）

【Great!】 Cloud Shadow has succeeded! Mo Wen, who carefully read the attributes of the cloud shadow, was overjoyed.

"Cloud Shadow!" Mo Wen, who was full of smiles, patted the sword body lightly: "Are you happy?" ”

Yun Ying lay quietly in Mo Wen's arms, without a trace of reaction.

[Huh? Mo Wen's face sank, and then he closed his eyes and began to feel the soul fluctuations of the sword in his hand, but he didn't notice anything abnormal.

[The connection between the souls is not broken...... It is estimated that the consumption was too large when I was refining chaos just now, so I fell into a deep sleep. Mo Wen thought for a while, and then began to heal his injuries. [It's useless to just worry, the top priority is to recover first.] 】

……

Hundreds of miles away, the Incense Valley is a secret place to live.

"Damn...... Yun Yilan looked at the pillar of flames in the distance with billowing black smoke with a gloomy face, and cursed in a low voice: "I didn't expect these juniors to really kill that demon." ”

"Master." Yan Hong behind Yun Yilan bowed his head: "Then don't ask the genius of Tianzong, his cultivation is amazing, and the magic weapon is even more powerful, in my opinion, he is not far from his master; In addition, the beast god is seriously injured, and it is reasonable to be defeated. ”

"Hey...... You don't know how strong that demon is, let alone me, even if the old man of Dao Xuan is holding the Zhu Immortal, he will not be his opponent, and there is no place in the southern Xinjiang to give him the Zhu Immortal Sword Formation. Yun Yilan shook her head: "The magic circle under the Demon Suppression Ancient Cave has been destroyed, so it's useless to talk about it anymore...... By the way, how did your Uncle Shangguan and Senior Brother Li die? The three of you join forces, and you have to avoid the edge for the time being. ”

Yan Hong smiled bitterly when she heard this: "It's also because of our bad luck, we went deep into the southern Xinjiang and fought all the way, most of our disciples were killed and injured, and we were also tired, and then I met that killing god ......."

"Providence makes people." After listening to Yan Hong's retelling, Yun Yilan sighed, "If there is no trace of the secret of fire today, there are many casualties among the elites in the valley...... If everything is not going well, does the heavens want me to burn incense and die? ”

"Master, should we go ......" A hint of determination flashed in Yan Hong's eyes: "If you make a move, then Mo Wen will not escape death!" ”

“…… Not so. Yun Yilan was a little moved, but in the end she rejected the proposal of her beloved disciple: "The people in the valley are unstable, and I still need to be in charge...... And according to what you said, Mo Wen's escape skills are extraordinary, and as a teacher, he is not 100% sure that he can take his life. ”

“…… Let's continue to forbear. ”

……

Under the fire clouds and bright moon, in the black stone mountains.

"Where did Senior Brother Mo go?" Lu Xueqi looked at Zhang Xiaofan: "Did you see it?" ”

"All I saw was him suddenly disappearing into the air." Zhang Xiaofan frowned: "That should be a long-lost escape technique...... I don't know which one it is. ”

"That should be fine." Lu Xueqi inserted the sword that had been holding Tianya back into the scabbard and looked at the man in front of her.

"I'm here to eat...... I'm going to ...... tomorrow" Zhang Xiaofan was defeated by this watery eye wave, and turned his head, but before the excuse could be finished, the woman gently pointed two fingers on his lips.

"Forget about tomorrow, okay?"