The eighth-ranked mortal fire was also powerless in front of Luan Feng, and when Mu Ziyun fell into despair, the crazy Tuoba Emperor took over all the flames on the fire plain.

Zhiqing, who was hiding in the distance, suddenly said: "It's not good, Mu Ziyun didn't compete with Emperor Tuoba, so wouldn't my people suffer even more." As soon as the words fell, he saw that in the chaos, Li Sheng was pulled in front of Emperor Tuoba by the fire of Luan Feng.

Losing the fire of mortality, Li Sheng was reduced to a lamb to the slaughter, and was sent out by a fire fist from the Tuoba Emperor. And the battlefield has become the center of the Tuoba Emperor, and the people of the Hanging Tan tribe drove the puppets to protect themselves and escaped.

"Wood...."The kite picked up Mu Ziyun who fell to the ground, slowly patted him on the back, and comforted him sadly: "It's not your fault, she won't blame you for the bell, for her, we have to live." ”

Mu Ziyun's spirit was extremely sluggish, his body was weak, and he couldn't raise any interest in words at the moment. No matter how much the kite tried to persuade and motivate, he just sat there numbly on his knees.

Du Xiaoyue, Huzi, and Fang Tianmu rushed over, and as soon as Huzi arrived, he asked anxiously: "I just saw the demon tiger running away, what's going on, what about the bell?" Hey, Mu Ziyun, you kid.... It's like losing your soul. ”

The kite covered her mouth, and with a sob, tears fell, and she opened her mouth to reply: "Bell her.... She's dead! ”

Everyone was silent, and for a long time, Huzi twitched his face and said with a wry smile: "Hey, hey... You're playing kite, Mu Ziyun! Your mother's word, this—" Then his eyes widened, and then a look of panic and then grief and indignation.

Fang Tianmu's face was cold, but bloodshot welled up in his eyes, he had a golden shell on his head, and his hands pressed the black knife handle inserted in the ground, his voice was no longer cold, but brought an unsteady agitation, and he paused and said, "Who did it." ”

The kite lowered his head, his lips tightened, he sighed bitterly, and replied: "Emperor Tuoba may have become a puppet of the Hanging Tan clan again." As soon as the words fell, he only heard the sound of a breaking wind in front of him, his dress was blown by the breeze, and when he looked up, Fang Tianmu had already rushed out, and he ignored the golden shell on his head, and resolutely killed the Tuoba Emperor.

After a few breaths, a gloomy crack was opened on the fire plain, hundreds of ghosts crawled out of the underworld, Fang Tianmu waved his sword and stood in front of the crack, his voice was cold and bone-chilling, he said coldly: "Miscellaneous people, I will give you the opportunity to stand in the yang world again, obey my orders, otherwise, your soul will be scattered." ”

"Ugly, little ghost, Uncle Ben has been tortured in resentment for thousands of years, ah... Yangjian, since I'm back, then...."Before the ghost finished speaking, his body was surrounded by an energy wall, and then the energy carried by the soul was withdrawn without limit, and in the blink of an eye, the ghost ghost's soul disappeared.

Fang Tianmu raised his black knife towards Emperor Tuoba and said coldly: "Go, eat its flesh and drink its blood." After more than a dozen breaths, all the powerful ghosts who ran out of the energy opening rushed towards the Tuoba Emperor.

The scorching heat of Luanfeng's fire was not as strong as Mu Ziyun's, and the cold air in the underworld only struggled a few times in front of Luanfeng's fire before it counterattacked, and the extreme temperature made Tuoba Huang quickly wake up from his dizzy state.

Then, hundreds of powerful ghosts tore the Tuoba Emperor to pieces, Luan Feng was reborn in the ashes, and then perished in the cold, and so on.

Huzi shouted: "Brother Fang, you can't withstand the cold air, hurry up and accept this technique, be careful of the golden shell on your brain!" ”

Fang Tianmu lost his mind, he had to kill the immortal Luan Feng to relieve his hatred, the speed of the golden shell on his brain to invade the finch back armor suddenly increased dozens of times, and the most suffering was the "son of Zhu Rong" clan in the battlefield, every time Luan Feng was reborn, he would unconsciously absorb the fire around him for his own use, those "sons of Zhu Rong" clansmen because they were unable to resist, and they lay on the ground one after another, and were absorbed again and again by absorbing the mortal fire on the body, after the mortal childishness ended, what was lost was the filthy fire with their own energy, over time, Many are in a half-dead state.

Zhiqing, who was far away, said anxiously to Wang Bin's noble fat shopkeeper: "It's time to do it!" ”

"Don't worry, patriarch, look at this, there should be one more deal between us." The fat shopkeeper rubbed his hands and laughed.

Zhiqing had a cold face and replied: "What do you mean by this, don't forget, our current goal is the same. ”

"We have indeed reached a lot of deals, but now that the situation is changing, the Hanging Tan Clan and the 'Xia' are not removed, it is indeed difficult for us to accept this Tataryang Kingdom with peace of mind, but if we don't do anything to those two forces, the nobles of Wang Bin can hide in the city and keep themselves safe, but the situation of the young patriarch is different, I think you also got the news, 'Lucky' and the Hanging Tan clan are besieging Hengshan, if the two patriarchs can't go back, then it will.."

Zhiqing's face became even more gloomy, she sneered, and said, "Say, what do you want?" ”

"Ming people don't say secret words, not to mention that I'm still a businessman, I want a little bit of aristocratic mortal Mars." The fat shopkeeper replied calmly.

Zhiqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed, she said: "Your joke is a little funny, I have always had a stable temperament, and I was amused by you." Then the conversation changed, and his tone became cold: "You don't know what position the 'Son of Zhurong' belongs to in this sea area." ”

The fat shopkeeper tilted his body a little and said: "The young patriarch is a genius among the strategists, in a short period of time, he can deduce that it is my Wang Bin nobleman who is hiding behind the 'Xia', if you tell others that you came here after the reorganization of the sea area, where can anyone believe it." The several tricks given to us by the patriarch not only helped us quickly subdue Li Laochen, who was loyal to Lu Bang, but also frustrated the 'Xia' and the Jiaotan clan at the same time, such an ability, I admire. With the patriarch alone, he can win a prominent enough position in the sea. But... Patriarch Child, I'm a businessman, whether I make money or not is a trivial matter, whether I lose or not is a big deal, the chips in my hand should be very important to Patriarch Childish right now..."

On the fire plain, the ghost is killing the Tuoba Emperor, and the Tuoba Emperor is taking the lives of his own people, Zhiqing frowned, snorted and replied: "The fire of mortality is the foundation of my 'son of Zhurong', if you really want to do this deal, then I'm sorry, the previous deal is also invalid." ”

The fat shopkeeper smiled, "Bought it, sold it?" It's all over. ”

"Even if you say I'm a genius among the strategists, then I have to do something to prove my level."

"Oh?" The fat shopkeeper joked: "Could it be that the young patriarch still has the ability to resurrect Lu Bang and bring back Emperor Tuoba?" ”

"Guess." Zhiqing squinted her eyes and looked at the fat shopkeeper as if she was smiling.

The fat shopkeeper was shocked, then calmed down, and thought in his heart: "How can this childish Qing's temper slow down for a while, and be anxious for a while, this woman is very insidious, I have to be more careful, if the childish fire is just a temptation, and then put forward some other requests, she may be able to agree." Thinking about this, he was about to speak, but found that Na Zhiqing had already walked out, but in the opposite direction of his own people.

"Patriarch? Don't plan to save your own people? ”

Zhiqing turned her head, where did she still look concerned about the clansmen on her face, and even looked a little frivolous, she waved her hand and said, "Whether you do this deal or not, you weigh it carefully." ”

The fat shopkeeper frowned, puzzled, could it be that this Zhiqing was just pretending, but in fact, his heart was already like an ant on the pot, and he had to resort to this trick of slapping his face and becoming fat? That's it, it's important to do the right thing first, no matter what, Tuoba Huang can't stay, he is a puppet of the Hanging Tan Clan, and the ability he has is too tricky.

Thinking of this, he recited a spell towards the girl named Qingqing....