Tang Yingjie frowned, shouted angrily, drew a cross on his chest with both hands, and rolled backwards. The flame barrier burst in an instant, turning into hundreds of crimson flame projectiles close to the size of a millstone, some flying towards the growing blue and yellow clusters of light, and some flying towards the two two-colored figures.

Hundreds of firearms were fired at the same time. Round, oval, cone-shaped cannonballs and spiritual power projectiles shot out from multiple directions, emitting dozens of intertwined red, orange, yellow, and white rays of light, enveloping the hundreds of points of light.

"Huh!"

The dark blue and yellow figure laughed dryly again, raising his right hand with a faint blue glow. A blue and yellow ball of spiritual power burst out from his chest, emitting a dazzling two-color light.

The blue and yellow clusters of light all turned into shadows glowing with faint blue and yellow light, and then turned into invisible ghosts, constantly oscillating from side to side. The vast majority of the shells passed through the gaps between their bodies, hitting the mountain peaks behind them, blasting dozens of huge craters and stirring up a series of air waves. Only a handful of shells hit their targets, sending several of them backwards.

The dark yellow and purple figure slowly floats up. It was a Humpty Dumpty figure, more than half a head shorter than the slender blue-yellow figure. He faced forward and pushed his hands forward. A large web of dark yellow spiritual power resembling a spider's web appeared out of thin air, splitting into five, expanding with the wind, enveloping the entire fiery army.

Tang Yingjie leaned back, put his four fingers together, twisted his hands into a cone, and made a twisting motion. Ten cone-shaped flame arrows spun out from his ten fingertips and shot five spiritual nets, tearing them apart.

"Haha!"

The dark blue figure smiled dryly again. The light on his body weakened, and his face gradually revealed. It was the face of a middle-aged man as thin as an air-dried orange peel, with dry skin, his eyebrows drooping, the corners of his mouth down, and no part of his mouth except for the two blue eyeballs.

The dark yellow figure also revealed his face. His round, chubby face was like a ball, and his entire head was slick except for the small dark brown mustache on the tip of his chin. His two little black bean-like black eyes were hidden in their long, narrow eye sockets like a child playing hide and seek, as if they were about to be squeezed flat by the fat on his face.

Tang Yingjie was only taken aback for a moment, and then immediately changed back to his somewhat cynical expression. He first twisted his head to the left and looked at the dark blue middle-aged man.

"Psychedelic spirit general, Dugu Yunhe?"

Then, he turned his head back to the dark yellow Humpty Dumpty, and deliberately lowered his head as if looking down at him.

"Weak spirit general, Ji Zhengde?

The momentum of the entire fiery force weakened a little in an instant, but it immediately rose again, and it was even stronger than before the attack just now. There were two emotions mixed on each spirit master's face, nervous and excited.

Hundreds of ghosts turned back into human figures, silently suspended in the air, and did not strike immediately. They were all shrouded in black or dark blue robes, the sleeves of which shimmered faintly, sometimes blue, sometimes yellow.

"Haha!"

Dugu Yunhe let out a dry laugh again. His laughter is ugly, and the way he laughs is ugly, giving people the feeling of listening to crows while watching ghost stories over and over again.

"Tang Yingjie, should I say that you are smart, or should I say that you are stupid? I know that we have laid a trap, but I still want to chase you and jump in? haha!"

"Humph!"

Ji Zhengde also laughed, and the fat on his face twitched several times.

"Tang Minglun can also give birth to such a son. It's okay to fight, but going to war is meat to death. ”

"Hahaha!"

Tang Yingjie laughed heartily three times as if he didn't know who the two people in front of him were and hadn't heard what they said. Intense orange-yellow flames burned from him, emitting a strong smell of smoke and a loud popping sound.

With a boom, the core of the Dou Da Evil Fire came out of his body and rose to the top of his head in a circle, emitting an incomparably dazzling light. Like the core of the sky and the core of light, this core of evil fire is also a two-layered circular sphere, with a crimson sphere mixed with a few bright white and pale yellow spots on the inside, and a circle of magma-shaped orange flame tracks on the outside. It spun rapidly, bursting out orange-red sparks the size of sesame seeds, spreading the fluctuations of fire-attribute spiritual power throughout the mountain path. The momentum of the entire Blazing Flame Force suddenly became a little stronger, and the spiritual power fluctuations on each spirit master increased a lot.

"Up!"

With Tang Yingjie's shout, ten male spirit masters wearing heavy armor rose into the air and surrounded him. The cultivation of these ten people is slightly higher than that of other spirit masters, and they all have four spirit circles on their bodies, and their spiritual power levels are all around the fourth order level to the fourth order and the fourth level. Each of them wore a pair of large, strangely patterned metal gloves on their hands. Each pair of gloves has a metal ring encrusted with three red gemstones. At the same time, the spirit master below turned the firearm and aimed at the enemy again and again. Nearly half of the muskets and cannons were aimed at the two generals, and the muzzles of the guns were glowing with both yellow and white.

Five fiery red spirit circles came out of Tang Yingjie's body. The dots of light on this circle were not pure white, mixed with a bit of yellow belonging to the flames, and looked like some kind of gem. Thirty-eight "gems" shone at the same time, and the light was no less bright than the flame. His fiery red flame-shaped hair stood on end completely under the influence of spiritual power, and it really looked like a ball of flame. The temperature in the air began to rise, and even the wind began to become less cold. The roar of spirit beasts came from the bottom of the canyon.

Dugu Yunhe and Xu Zhengde widened their eyes at the same time and took a step back. At the same time, the two of them also maximized their spiritual power and released their spiritual circles. One of the two is a sixth-order second-level and the other is a sixth-order first-level. It stands to reason that they should be able to suppress Tang Yingjie, who is only a fifth-order and sixth-level in terms of momentum. But Tang Yingjie unleashed a momentum no less than the two of them, which surprised both of them. The two dark spirit troops also began to fear the momentum of the enemy army and did not dare to attack immediately.

"Is this also called a trap? A piece of wood, a wine barrel, a group of shrunken turtles, weaving a broken net, trying to trap me? Hahaha!"

A magma-like orange-red solid spiritual power appeared above Tang Yingjie's right arm, condensed into a long tube, and turned into a fire gun with a length of nearly one meter two. The gun had three perfectly round barrels, the head of which was nearly twice as wide as the barrel, and was bright orange with black stripes painted on it. At the top of the spear head, there is a palm-sized fiery red meteor pattern. The three barrels condensed three different colors of spiritual power fluctuations at the same time, which were red, orange, and yellow.

"Humph!"

Xu Zhengde snorted angrily, and the fat on his face trembled several times in a row. A serpentine purple and yellow whip appeared in his hand, releasing ripple-like fluctuations of spiritual power. The head of the whip is triangular and almost indistinguishable from the head of a viper.

"Aren't you kid afraid of flashing your tongue when you say big things, this entire mountain road has been sealed by our isolation spiritual power net, no one can find you, and no one will come to support you!"

"Phew!" Tang Yingjie spat out a mouthful of spit and looked at Xu Zhengde's fat face with a disdainful expression, "Do you think this young master will believe this kind of nonsense? Even if there is really something that breaks the net, I can use my Three-Eyed Star Flame to smash it!"

"Up!" Dugu Yunhe lost his patience and waved his hand to signal the dark spirit troops to attack. In his hand was a silver and dark blue staff of nine rings.

Dozens of black-clothed spirit masters instantly divided into three groups. The seven men in the middle stepped back and formed a formation in the air that resembled a seven-pointed star. The other two groups each released their own martial spirits, attacking Tang Yingjie and the ten spirit masters from both sides. At the same time, their bodies were shrouded in flame-like spiritual power fluctuations, all of which were variegated, but all of them were mainly black.

"Attack!"

Tang Yingjie also shouted angrily, raised his right arm, and fired three shots in succession. The mixed red, orange, and yellow spiritual power cannonballs shot in three directions and exploded in the air, stirring up huge waves of qi and spiritual shockwaves.

These three-color spiritual cannonballs have different effects, the red ones are incendiary bombs, the orange ones are explosive bombs, and the yellow ones are smoke bombs. With the sound of a violent explosion, the two groups of black-clothed spirit masters on the left and right were scattered at the same time, and the seven spirit masters in the middle were also shaken apart by the shock wave caused by the explosion.

Tang Yingjie jumped up, his body rolled in the air, and rushed straight towards Xu Zhengde, who was closer to him. The ten spirit masters released their martial spirits at the same time, turning into ten flames and rushing into the disrupted team of black-clothed people. All ten of them possessed heavy weaponry Martial Spirits suitable for melee combat, either warhammers, battle axes, or heavy knives. Several different colored booster rays fell on them, illuminating their armor in a colorful light. Hundreds of muskets and artillery guns fired again, with more firepower, but the firing method was changed, from the previous unified straight line fire to multi-directional, multi-angle mixed fire. Nearly half of the firepower enveloped the other group of black-clothed spirit masters who were attacking from the other side, and met their spiritual wave attacks head-on.

Xu Zhengde twisted his bucket waist, waved his thick wrist, and whipped at Tang Yingjie. The purple-yellow spirit snake whip swelled in the wind, nearly doubling its width and emitting pale yellow spiritual power fluctuations. Dugu Yunhe conjured up three clones, and the four figures raised the shadow staff in their hands at the same time, and launched four phantom blue spiritual power waves that were both real and illusory towards Tang Yingjie.

Tang Yingjie's body suddenly stopped in mid-air and turned into a huge fireball. His true body broke free from the fireball like a golden cicada breaking out of its shell, and tumbled away into the sky behind him. Spectral blue spiritual power rippled through the fireball and shattered it, turning it into countless sparks that flew in all directions