These people have a long time to get started, they are the strongest in the Xuanhuo Gate, except for the elders, everyone has already fused the flames, and they are all accustomed to the first-class flames of the Xuanhuo Gate**, with every gesture, showing the excellent demeanor of the Yanmancer, the flames fit perfectly with themselves, like an arm's command, and the flow is as smooth as the clouds!

The eldest disciple, Zheng Yang, walked towards his two opponents with an expressionless face, and the vicious spirits of doom screamed and sprayed a poisonous mist that covered the sky and the sun, enveloping him and the surrounding plants.

After the plants were contaminated with the poisonous mist, they melted into pools of sap and flowed down, and even the thick ground was corroded and let out bursts of sneering sounds, and the poisonous mist between the doom spirits fused together, and the toxicity was so terrifying!

Just when the doom spirits were complacent, a dazzling fire shot out from the thick poisonous mist, as dazzling as the scorching sun, and in just one breath, the terrifying poisonous mist was purified.

Among them, Zheng Yang's whole body was shrouded in a flame, like the god of flames, he slowly walked out of the flames, smiled coldly, a big hand reached out, and his five fingers pressed down fiercely, only to see a huge flame hand, dozens of feet huge, falling from mid-air, unceremoniously slamming a group of doom spirits in front of him on the ground, scorching flames, quickly burning their bodies into ashes!

"Good fight! Senior Brother's Flame Transformation Hand is really getting stronger and stronger!"

Xu Yan on the side saw Zheng Yang so strong, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, "It is worthy of being a middle-grade fire martial art passed down by the master, it is really powerful!"

The fire martial arts of the flame warlock are divided into four grades: lower, medium, upper and super, and the fire martial art is the exclusive skill of the fire warlock, even if it is a samurai who specializes in martial arts, it cannot be used.

After destroying a piece of doom spirit body with one palm, the two high-level dooms next to him suddenly let out a long roar, and the ten fingers shot out hook-like nails, rushing up like ghosts.

"It's pretty fast, but that's about it!"

Zheng Yang showed his body and flew away lightly towards the back. At the same time, a sharp claw flashing with a faint blue light struck through the air, and it could be slashed through Zheng Yang's chest, and a hole was cut in his clothes.

"It's so toxic!"

The clothes woven from cold silk have extremely amazing defensive power, and water and fire are invulnerable, and the hole that was cut open actually melted terribly, which made Zheng Yang frown.

"Junior disciples, be careful of their claws, the poison is terrifying!"

Remind everyone in time to roar, and layers of flames swept out of the body, purifying the poisonous miasma in the body.

His body flipped in the air, and he stepped on the back of the high-level doom who rushed towards him, and retreated backwards with his strength. As soon as the soles of his feet touched the ground, the whole person rushed towards the high-level calamity!

"Flame Shapeshifter!"

The flame hand slapped out again, and with one palm, the high-level doom who wanted to escape was suppressed on the ground, and then a single palm turned into a sword finger, and a flame long sword condensed by flames rose into the sky, like a long sword like a substance, and slashed heavily towards the neck of the high-level doom!

"Poof!"

A splatter of blood splattered out, and the hideous head rolled on the ground.

Without the support of his body, the head of the high-level doom shrank rapidly, turning into a wisp of pale green mist and drifting away!

"Roar!"

After the other high-level doom saw that his companion was killed, he immediately let out an unwilling roar at Zheng Yang, Zheng Yang, who looked indifferent, quickly turned his head, slapped forward with one palm, and the terrible palm force carried the violent heat, and flew out like a devastating blow, and a corrosive blood rain suddenly flew down in the sky!

"Don't fall in love with war, get rid of them!"

Although the strength of these doom spirits is not strong, the demon poison in their bodies is really terrifying, and they cannot be contaminated at all, the longer the time, the more unfavorable it is for these disciples!

With the death of the most powerful high-level calamity, the rest is not to worry about, the battle from the beginning to the end, but only a cup of tea.

After overcoming the obstacles, under the leadership of Zheng Yang, the disciples chased towards the volcano peak.

The three Mu Ling, who arrived at the destination one step ahead, stood on a raised boulder, and everywhere they saw was a piece of hot magma, and they couldn't see any vitality, and the magma that had begun to gradually cool down was slowly forming a new rock layer, and Mu Ling, who was very anxious in his heart, shouted the name of the Asura loudly at the lifeless surroundings, and the voice echoed for a long time, but there was no response.

"Shura... Shura, you answer me... Woooooooo

At the end of the shout, Mu Ling's voice gradually became choked, the weak delicate body slowly squatted down, her beautiful eyes were soaked with crystal tears, I don't know when it started, Asura's figure actually occupied Mu Ling's heart!

Although the two of them rarely spend time together on weekdays, Asura always buries his head in the fire refining tower to cultivate, perhaps unconsciously, an inseparable bond has been established between the two, which is not perceived on weekdays, and when the other party is lost, this bond is highlighted.

"Ling'er, don't be too sad, I've explored the surroundings with my spiritual power, and I haven't found any signs of life, the vitality of the fire demon spirit is extremely tenacious, and the lava fire flow can't bury it for a while, since it's not here, I think it was Asura who led it elsewhere, let's look for it again." ”

Elder Lu Xin's words seemed to give Mu Ling some light of hope, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up strongly, nodded in agreement with the second elder's suggestion, and the three of them quickly left here and continued to search every inch of land in the Tinder Source Field.

And the three of them walked through the entire fire source field together, except for the elimination of the remaining evil spirits along the way, there was nothing to discover, the light of hope gradually extinguished in Mu Ling's heart, this girl who is lively and active on weekdays, does not like to cultivate and loves to sneak out, cried bitterly on the side for the first time, looking at her delicate body trembling, everyone woke up, although the girl in front of her is a second-order flame manipulator, but also a weaker flower season girl, pitiful!

The aftermath work is still continuing, the damaged fire source field is gradually being repaired, and the spatial enchantment has not been rebuilt for a long time under Mu Ling's insistence.

What he did was to wait, knowing that it was fruitless but still insisting!

And the lava that had cooled down turned into a cold and hard stone layer again, bare and without any vitality and green shade, a bird fell, jumping on the rock layer, suddenly, there was a wave under the rock layer, like the sound of a human heartbeat, startled the bird to cry, flapping its wings and flying to the sky.