At first, the red was just a small dot, but later, the red was like a spark, out of control.

Like the fire of the demon lotus from hell, in a breath, it burned wildly like oil.

A figure came out of the wall of fire, the figure became clearer and clearer, but it was Yun Sheng who came out.

Born from the fire, the magic robe on Yun Sheng's body was windless, and her face was white and flawless in the green zombie fire.

But the most palpitating thing is her forehead, the imprint that symbolizes the karmic fire of the elves is delicate, as if it is about to burst out at any time.

When Yun Sheng fell into the zombie fire, she didn't have the slightest fear.

Playing with fire with her?!

Just kidding, the class has an axe, she's going to show those zombies who don't have long eyes tonight.

Who is the ancestor of playing with fire.

A wave of arrogance arises spontaneously.

She is the only inheritor on the continent who has inherited the elven karmic fire.

The elven karmic fire is the king of the fire, and the fire of all the fires must be retreated.

Dugu Xiu was like a demon for a while, staring at the flames, the more and more inspiring face.

In the flames, Yun Sheng's black hair was flying, and his black eyes were like dark nights, as long as he glanced at it, he could suck away people's spirits.

With every step she took, a lotus-like karmic fire would emerge from her feet, and with each step, the remnant green zombie fire would shrink a step.

The karmic fire inheritance from the Fire Spirit Queen, the divine fire that fuses the power of some ancient divine beasts, is not comparable to ordinary zombie fire.

As soon as Yun Sheng's elf karmic fire came out, the zombie fire was like encountering a natural enemy, and it was defeated and retreated, and it was engulfed by the elven karmic fire all of a sudden.

This is like a fierce million-strong division, killing a team that is unable to form an army, the zombie fire is retreating, and the elven industry is pressing forward step by step.

The zombie fire was extinguished, but Yun Sheng did not forget the culprit.

Her left hand was raised high, the second soul stone on the magic scepter shone, and the chanting in her head was completed in an instant, and with a wave of her right hand, a fiery critical hit hit the zombie mage on the tree.

The latter didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body turned into a ball of flames, burned into ashes, and fell to the ground.

When the zombie male magician was burned to ashes and fell to the ground, the people trapped in the fire rushed out.

When Mrs. Chi Bi saw Yun Sheng's Red Lotus Karma Fire, her face showed a look of horror.

She couldn't imagine that Yun Sheng could release such a domineering fire.

Lan and other magicians also looked dumbfounded.

At this time, Yun Sheng is like killing a god in fire, and when he raises his hand, he has the terrifying power to make people live and die.

"Ga ---"

The piercing sound of birds pierced the eardrums.

Just as Yun Sheng killed the zombie male magician, there was a sharp scream like piercing eardrums from the tree.

Only then did everyone realize that among the hundreds of night owls parked on the trees, there was one that was the most special.

It looks a bit like an owl, and if you look closely, you will see that it is different from other zombie night owls.

It has purple feathers all over its body, smooth feathers, and a pair of eyes emitting a miserable green glow, standing at the highest point of the branches, with the feeling of dominating the world.

Needless to say, this night stalker is the leader of this group of zombie night stalkers, the Purple Feather Night Stalker King.

When Yun Sheng suddenly released the spirit karmic fire, the eyes of the purple-feathered night owl revealed the anger of a human.

Its eyes the size of a mung bean stared at Yun Sheng with hatred.

When he first discovered this group of strangers who had entered Taiyuan Mountain, the first thing that the Night Owl King targeted was Ye Beiming and Dugu Xiu in the crowd, these two people were the strongest of all.

Therefore, Fang Cai, it also focused its attack on the two of them.

But she didn't expect that such a terrifying flame suddenly burst out of this female magician's body.

Out of the intuition of the Demon Beast, the Night Stalker King had an extra warning in his consciousness.

Threat, threat, that woman, is a threat.

Kill her, kill her.

Her flames, carrying a trace of divine power, must kill her first.

The screams of the night owl king fell, and the zombie night owls that originally perched on the trunks of the trees flapped their wings one after another, and there were hundreds of birds.

Their feathers fell off and turned into daggers spitted with zombie poison, overwhelming the sky, heading towards Yun Sheng's back and other places, speeding away.

"These flat-haired beasts," Ye Beiming's eyes were cold, and his palm was pushed flat, and a fighting spirit like a violent wind rolled towards those daggers.

The fighting spirit was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the power was amazing, and as soon as it touched those daggers, the daggers were shocked into powder.

"Shoot the arrows and kill the purple night owl," Dugu Xiu gave an order, and the iron horsemen of Hou Qin raised their arrows one after another.

At this time, everyone including Dugu Xiu could already see that the purple night owl bird was the leader of these zombies.

Lan and the others entangled the zombie female magician, and Hou Qin's soldiers pulled their crossbows and shot at the zombie birds.

It's just that the purple Night Owl Bird King's body is extremely sharp, and many crossbow arrows have been dodged by it one by one.

It flapped its wings, and from time to time it created a small purple whirlpool of hurricanes, into which the bolts were sucked into as soon as they approached the whirlpool.

It flapped its wings again, and the hurricane vortex spat out a number of crossbow arrows, which reversed course and shot at the soldier who shot the arrow.

This night owl is not only amazingly powerful, but it also knows how to think like a human being, which is extremely difficult.

"Borrow your bow and arrows," just when the Later Qin soldiers were anxious, Yun Sheng asked for a crossbow.

The Hou Qin Iron Cavalry looked at Dugu Xiu, although Dugu Xiu didn't know what Yun Sheng wanted the bow and arrow for, but he still bowed his head and asked the soldier to hand over the bow and arrow to Yun Sheng.

I saw her take the bow and open the string, and she saw the purple feather night owl king, and her fingertips moved.

The arrow with the effect of sealing the demon sneered through the air, extremely sharp, and shot straight at the Purple Feather Night Stalker King.

Compared to his arm strength, Yun Sheng, who only has the physique of a magician, shoots this arrow, which is not even as good as the iron cavalry of Hou Qin.

"It's this trick again," a hint of slackness flashed in the mung bean eyes of the Purple Feather Night Owl King, and with a random wave of its wings, a purple hurricane was about to form.

Who knows, the Night Stalker King had just raised his wings, and a wave of magic fluctuated, and his wings couldn't move in an instant.

The elf's magic sealing arrow method played a role in time.

Immediately after, there was a second and third arrow, and the Purple Feather Night Owl King was frozen in shape, and for the first time there was panic in its eyes.

The Purple Feather Night Stalker King was limited in size, and the rest of the battle became much easier.

Lan and the others killed the zombie sorceress, and the zombie night stalkers were also cleaned up.

He stepped forward and grabbed the Purple Feather Night Stalker King, and to everyone's surprise, this Night Stalker King was not a zombie, it was a living demonic beast.

The origin of the zombie poison was quickly found out, and it was all the ghost of this night owl king, and its beak and claws were all covered with zombie poison.

Warriors and magicians who turn into zombies are all contaminated with zombie poison on their bodies.

At the end of the battle, a small number of men in the elite battalion were slightly wounded, and two magicians died.