The crimson Xuantian, the dragons churning, and the red dyeing of the world red, but Xiao Ziyu was not moved in the slightest.

God knows how tormented this Yan Jun of Longzhou has been in his heart in the past few years, obviously it is just a task to escort his clansmen into the spirit world, and he obviously regards himself as a miracle soldier who turns the tables, how did he become the core of the Xiao family's comeback?

Just with an evil king's palace and those families in Longzhou, they want to shout and kill the Longxi Alliance?

Why!!

The fury that had been churning for several years erupted under the combined attack of this group of flame dragons, and there was a lingering madness on the face of the red light.

With these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, do you dare to come to brush the tiger's whiskers!?

[See you in the flames, fire dragon leads]

The red-haired Xiao Ziyu opened his mouth and spat out dozens of shaking orange flame fireworks, causing dozens of world-destroying flame dragons to circle and turn around.

The spiritual skills at the peak of the two qualitative changes in spiritual power had long exceeded the limit of the control power of the disciples of the lower courtyard of Wushen Mountain, and Xiao Ziyu, who had the dual bloodlines of the acquired fire spirit body and the fire god, had just taken control of dozens of flame dragons with a little guidance, such as an arm command.

The chaotic stragglers became the elite soldiers who ordered the line to stand still, and the invasion of a group of strange fires not only seized the control of Yanlong, but also gave the Wushen Mountain's combined attack a second strengthening.

Yanlong, who broke through three qualitative changes, was in the hands of Xiao Ziyu, as tame as a dog.

Seeing that it was not good, how could the twelve true legends dare to deal with such a combined attack, and they scattered birds and beasts one after another, but they were pitiful for the group of lower court disciples who had been brewing for a long time and most of their spiritual power was consumed by the second strengthened flame dragon, and the violent flame explosion made Xuantian shake as if it was torn apart.

In this fierce and scorching flame ring, the fierce realm warrior was as fragile as a spider web in the corner of the wall, and the flames turned into ashes and fell with a flutter.

Eight flame dragons of different colors poked out of Xiao Ziyu's back, wrapped around his drive, and their limbs turned into immortal flame armor.

The outgoing flame ring was like a mother-in-law who had lost her temper after approaching the fire-covered Yan Jun.

Xiao Ziyu, who was in the armor of the different fire gods, rode the wind, looked at the true transmission of the Wushen Mountain from the flame ring, and shouted hysterically: "Come on, don't you want to kill me!?"

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Warriors are feared because they have the ability to upset the balance at any time.

A city-state that has been stable for thousands of years, as long as there is a fierce state of displeasure, it will become a red land.

Moving mountains and rivers is not the boasting of cowards, but an objective description of the fierceness of the spiritual power of the second qualitative change.

In terms of the scale of the current battle in Chengzhou, if it is placed in a place like Zhongzhou and Tiannan, it will be a boundless and tragic man-made disaster.

But in the deep mountains and old forests of Chengzhou, it is just enough to alarm several city-states.

To be honest, if there is a choice, these families are reluctant to come forward, just like ordinary people who see a volcanic eruption or tsunami rushing from afar, there is no reason to force it up.

But if you don't go this time, you can't do it, who made them weak, in the battle of Diancang Mountain, the Void Grandmaster almost broke the backbone of the warriors of Chengzhou, and the decline of the Ning and Mo families made the already weak Chengzhou even more decayed.

And the decay is characterized by chaos, there are scattered cultivators who feel that they can stand in Chengzhou when they break into the fierce realm, and there are well-domesticated tribes who suddenly declare themselves to stand on their own, and there are also fanatics who proclaimed themselves the governor of Chengzhou after a meeting of the three or five families, and there are also high-grade Tianzong who come from Zhongzhou to preach.

In this chaos, every fierce battle has the potential to change the current landscape, especially with this level of intensity.

Of course, casual cultivators can learn to bury their heads in the sand like ostriches, pretending not to see and not know, but in the end they just have to obey.

But the Maisons obviously could not do this, they had to clearly discern the movement of Chengzhou at this time, and then sway from side to side like a wall grass, and choose the object to follow.

So, a battlefield like this, even if it makes people fearful, they have to go.

It's just that Mo Chaoju can't think of any other two forces in Chengzhou now, which can fight so fiercely, looking at the flames in Xuantian, as if they want to calcine the sky.

With a feeling of unease, the old man approached the scorched battlefield with the wind medium.

What should have been lush mountains and forests is no longer distinguishable from the original landscape, the green waters and green mountains have turned into withered coal mountains, the scorching heat of curling smoke everywhere the wood reaches, and the craters all over the ground, the rocks have been melted into juice by the flames, and the pungent smoke is bubbling out.

Such a place is almost Jedi for ordinary people, and it also shows the intensity of the battle just now.

And looking at the performance of the last battlefield, Mo Yuju probably has a score in his heart, it should be the lower courtyard of Wushen Mountain who has made a move.

For the two witches who came from afar in Zhongzhou, all the families in Chengzhou did not like it, but what was the use of not liking, what the top grade Tianzong wanted to do, who could stop it.

It's just that I don't know who provoked Zhu Liu and Zhu Jiang so much anger this time, and wanted to turn several mountain ranges into black scorched death grounds.

Looking at the devastation, Mo Chaoju couldn't help but feel sad, this time the Wushen Mountain Lower Courtyard's brazen attack had already exposed his ambitions, as long as he thought that such a fierce combined attack would fall into the city, he was worried.

Ignoring the residual poison of the geothermal heat, Chengzhou's Taishan Beidou searched for it in the mountains, hoping to find out the identity of the attacked person from the fragmented spirit armor weapons on the battlefield and some traces.

Just as far as the eye can see, the scorching flames have melted everything in front of them, and there is nothing that can be called a trace.

Getting closer and closer to the center of the battlefield, the geothermal heat is getting higher and higher, and many of the wind media who are following him can't stand the heat, so they can only stop marching and look at the back of the head of the family from afar.

A few miles further into the center, the scorched earth of the mountains was like a salary, boiling rock and water everywhere, and the pungent and piercing smoke obscured him no longer clearly.

Just when Mo was about to give up, he suddenly heard a faint cry for help and the sound of spiritual power fluctuations.

With a happy face, Chengzhou Taidou galloped towards the source of the sound, and now he needed a living mouth to describe the cause of this battle.

The body was like electricity shuttling through the poisonous mist, and after a few breaths reached the side of the faint caller for help, he was cold in the ice cave.

The true legend of the Wushen Mountain, which had a one-sided relationship, wished the fire dragon lying on the ground, and its torso was being burned by two strange fires, one red and one white.

The red one that had burned the left shoulder of the true legend of the Witch God Mountain, and even the ancestral witch totem engraved on the chest that represented the highest fire line, were mostly burned.

The white one is happy in the body with nourishment, and every time the fire dragon condenses some spiritual power, a hole will be opened in the body.

Anyone can see that the death of this true legend of the witch god mountain is only a matter of time, but he is struggling to support it with superhuman perseverance.

After seeing Mo Chaoqi, Zhu Huolong's eyes burst out with a light of survival, and he shouted: "Mr. Mo, help!"