Chapter 1102: The End of the Conflict

The spirit of the Eight Heavenly Palaces was furious, and told all the monks who broke into the Dragon Gate in an iron-blooded way that if they wanted to hide the gods, they had to rely on their true skills to break through the trials, and those who were opportunistic would be killed!

The terrible screams were like the urging of the king of Hades, which instantly made the faces of countless people change wildly, and a cold chill rushed up from the soles of their feet and went straight to the spine. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was visible to the naked eye that those monks who wanted to fly over the Flame Mountain were directly disturbed by the blazing tongue of fire, and in a few breaths, they turned into charcoal and disappeared.

"Look, someone, someone has passed!"

Suddenly, a monk noticed that in the center of the Flame Mountain, a monk shrouded in red robes was running rapidly, and the temperature enough to incinerate pig iron was ignored by him.

"It's the elite disciples of Burning Sun Valley, more than one person, more than thirty disciples under the Burning Sun Valley are following behind, damn it, they have treasures in their hands that ignore these flames. ”

The monk with very good eyesight noticed that behind the man, dozens of figures followed one after another, and all of them were disciples of the Burning Sun Valley.

"The defensive spirit weapon can only protect one person, and the people of Burning Sun Valley have a fire path defense magic weapon, so they can protect dozens of disciples at the same time. Someone came, and ordered to go down and collect those scattered fire path defense magic weapons and spiritual weapons. ”

The powerful Purple Mansion Monarch ordered to snatch those scattered treasures in order to cross this flaming mountain of more than 30 miles.

At that time, there was a sound of shouting and killing, and the first head-on conflict between the Great Sect monk and the loose cultivator arose.

"Chuan Longzi, you don't want to go too far, although the Chongyang Sect is powerful, but the old things of our Scattered Cultivation Alliance are not vegetarians, if you really want to fight to the death, you won't feel good. ”

After dozens of loose cultivators refused to hand over their defensive spiritual weapons and were slaughtered, some of the palace monarchs in the scattered cultivators couldn't hold back anymore and scolded and blocked them.

"That's right! The Great Sect of Heaven and Earth can't be so shameless, there are also many Purple Mansion Monarchs and real magnates in our casual cultivation, for the sake of this Heavenly Palace Divine Treasure, even if we risk our lives to fight for it. ”

"The old dog of the Chongyang Sect, the grandfather of the Sprinkle family is here, and you have the courage to come and pay your grandfather's Xuanyuan Shield. also boasts of being a famous and righteous person, which is even worse than pigs and dogs. ”

One after another, there were half-step Fujun and Fujun level cultivators who jumped out, accusing the Chongyang Sect of being arrogant and shameless, causing the elders of the sect to have gloomy faces, and an old face swelled into purple.

"Wait, do you want to die!"

A faint cold voice spit out from the mouth of Chuan Longzi, the high-ranking prince, his old face was tight, and he slowly pulled out the mandarin duck knife on the cuffs, and he actually planned to take action himself.

"Chuan Longzi, you are not ashamed, what is it to bully these little dolls. Do you want us to go through two tricks with you?"

Suddenly, an old man carrying a battle flag, wearing a purple-gold horse silk shirt, and playing with a jade ball the size of a baby's fist in his hand appeared, a little divine pattern on his eyebrows was extremely deep, and there was a faint eruption of flames between the opening and closing of his eyes.

This old man turned out to be a quasi-real monk with a full heavenly court and a full of arrogance, and if a real person did not enter the Dragon Gate, he could be regarded as a first-class top monk in the Dragon Gate.

"Yuyang Daoist, hmph, today, spare you and wait for these ants. If you encounter this seat later, wait for the Yellow Spring Nine Shades. ”

Chuan Longzi pursed his lips, snorted coldly, turned his head and led the Chongyang Sect disciples to fly into the Flame Mountain, stretched out his defensive treasure weapon, and left to protect his disciples.

As a high-ranking monarch, he naturally has no shortage of defensive magic weapons, but he just shelters so many people through the Flame Mountain, and the mana consumed is too huge, even if he is a mansion monarch, he is quite unbearable.

The most terrifying thing is that the flames of the Flame Mountain are too treacherous, and they can corrode the magic weapon, and only after walking more than ten miles, his magic weapon has been consumed by nearly one percent, which makes him feel painful.

After a short confrontation, the other Great Sect elders also extinguished their thoughts of snatching the scattered cultivation defensive spirit weapon, gritted their teeth and sacrificed their treasured spirit weapon, and rushed into the Flame Mountain with a hula.

"Thank you Brother Yuyang for your help, otherwise, I am afraid that we will die directly today before we get any chance. ”

A few monks who confronted Chuan Longzi thanked Yuyang Dao one after another.

After all, everyone belongs to the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, so they can't be bullied too much by these Great Sects. Fellow Daoists, let's go in too, someone has already arrived on the other side. ”

Countless heads glanced at the other end of the Flame Mountain, and it was faintly visible that those people in the Burning Sun Valley had already jumped out of the raging flames and rushed towards the pile of treasures shrouded in the glow.

"Let's go! You can't let these so-called famous sects take advantage of all of them, the Sprinkle family has endured it all their lives, and this time the sky has a chance, so they have to fight once. ”

"If you succeed, you will ascend to the sky in one step, and if you fail, you will enter the Yellow Spring. The Supreme is deeply hidden, how can the old decay have to bite off a piece of meat, fight!"

Seeing that someone had succeeded, those monks who were watching couldn't bear it anymore, and they sacrificed the treasures at the bottom of their boxes one after another, and began to fight for the thirty-three miles of flame mountain.

"Ji Xuan, let's divide our work, remember not to startle the snake and be recognized before slaughtering Izanagi. ”

Emperor Yunxiao took a breath, and as the two points of fire in his eyes turned into raging flames, more than a hundred fire patterns appeared on the defensive armor on his body.

"Take care of yourself! Don't be calculated by some little deflated people. ”

Ji Xuan chuckled, holding a folding fan in his hand, Shi Shiran stepped on a leisurely pace, and directly broke into the flame mountain, taking a leisurely walk as if he was in his own backyard.

Those flames that were enough to melt pig iron, when they touched the three-inch range of Ji Xuan's body, they inexplicably retreated, as if there was something on his body that made the flames feel terrified.

"What a sassy bag! Xuanwu Holy Beast Master Water, the dignified holy power was actually used by him to expel the flames, if the Holy Beast knew it, it was estimated that it would slap this guy to death. ”

Emperor Yunxiao shook his head, he was not far behind, the moment he stepped into the Flame Mountain, those tongues of fire actually rushed towards him, as if he was the source of all the flame restlessness.

Originally, there were more than ten monks on Emperor Yunxiao's side, but the surging flames gathered into flames, which frightened the surrounding monks with pale faces, and they even had to stay away from Emperor Yunxiao.

"It's a pity that this little guy is dead, consumed by so many flames. ”

In the process of running wildly, the Yuyang Daoist noticed Emperor Yunxiao, whose whole body was like a fireball, and sighed regretfully, thinking that he had played a trick and was punished by the Heavenly Palace Instrument Spirit.

Unexpectedly, under the scorching heat of such a fierce flame, the little guy who was sure to die in his eyes was still galloping, and his speed did not decrease but increased, and those flames were actually swallowed and absorbed by the Gang patterns around him.

"This, this, what kind of demon is this, who dares to forcibly absorb the flames outside the party, and is not afraid of being counterattacked!"

Yuyang Daoren's eyes were straight.