"He's ...... Human?" Jonah stared in awe at the shadows in the flames, the masonry on the ground crackling and bursting with heat, and no one could survive in such flames.

"Nonsense!" said the Moonlight Elf, "Looks like an evil unscrupulous uncle, we magical creatures don't have such vulgar looks and weird laughter......"

Asai sighed, "Can you still fight for five seconds? I'll have to try to use 'Gluttony', which has a 50% chance of killing an enemy and being killed by Gluttony at noon, when the weapon spirit is at its most active. ”

The flame was coming towards them with a limited pace, and the man in the fire let out a short laugh like a rooster's crow, as if he had seen something delightful, "I smell it, and I cluck...... The smell of the blood of heresy, I didn't expect it to be so close to us, and so weak...... Cluck...... A healthy boy, a pure magical elf, and a strange Oriental, your burnt ashes should be a very interesting compound taste, cluck...... I'm going to add a very unique display to my collection room......"

The enemy's eyes were fixed on Jonah's bleeding right hand, which had been accidentally wounded in the "Anvil of White Steel". The third-level astrologer suddenly puffed up his chest, and the power of Sila Fina's "divine thought" flowed through his body like a hot water, allowing him to suddenly drive away all fear. With each step the Fire Man took closer, the temperature around him rose by one degree, and Jonah could feel the ends of his hair quickly dry and curl, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva only to realize that his throat had long since dried up.

"Ping!" The spatial defense magic that the little girl had done his best to lay down shattered lightly, and the magic elf scolded twice without any ladylike demeanor, slumping on Jonah's shoulder and gasping for breath. The forcibly interrupted "Spin Sugar Cube" caused a serious backlash, and even the Moon Elves, who had a natural affinity for the magical element, could not escape the punishment of short-term weakness.

"It's the bloodline heir who uses fire power. The Oriental smiled bitterly and propped himself up, shook his head and wrapped his braid around his neck, bowed slightly in a sword-swinging posture, and pressed the circlip on the scabbard with his right hand. "Ka Qiang!" "Gluttony", one of the seven famous weapons of the Eastern Continent, slowly revealed the pale cyan sword spine. In fact, this was the first time Jonah had seen the weapon in its true form, the short sword was cut on both sides, the spine was raised, and the blade was covered with chaotic cloud patterns, which looked nothing special, but the hair on the astrologer's body suddenly stood up, and a chill rose from the tail vertebrae to the top of his head, and he involuntarily took a half step back and put the staff in front of him.

Ah Sai's fingers were trembling, and with each inch he pulled out, the pain on his face deepened, and a red thread swirled up from the middle finger of his right hand, climbing up along his wrist and up to his arm, obviously the powerful soul of the famous sword absorbing the blood and essence of the user.

The man in the fire stopped in disbelief, "Do you want to fight hard?" giggles, it's good...... He stretched out his arm—the arm also wrapped in a fluctuating flame—and made a flat palm, "Boom, boom, boom!boom!" Five pillars of fire erupted from the ground without warning, and in an instant they turned into an overwhelming wall of fire.

"Be careful!" Jonah bent down to protect the little girl in his arms, the air was ignited, and the scorching fire was inhaled into his nose, and he couldn't see anything in front of him except a red flame. In a haze, he felt the Oriental people around him move, and the figure of Ah Sai disappeared in the swirling hot wind, and a cold sword mark split the hot world into two halves. The third-level astrologer opened his eyes and saw that the wall of fire had been cut diagonally into two, the steaming flames tumbling into the sky, and a vigorous back leaping into the fire, like a lone goose flying diagonally in the sunset. "Asai!" yelled.

A beam of fire passed through the sky, and the figure of the Dongfang froze, and then planted it heavily, and the sword light that caught a glimpse had already converged into the scabbard, and this long-accumulated offensive did not even send out a complete sword. The astrologer swooped down on the place where his companion had fallen, and despite the burning tongue of fire, the little girl poked his head out of his bosom and said wearily, "Brother Jonah, I can't help...... Maybe next time......"

A green light pointed at the buckskin bag around his waist, and the moonlight elf fell asleep again.

A crackling explosion sounded behind him, and the burning man walked leisurely in the flames, like a nobleman walking in his own rose garden. Jonah ran a dozen steps, but could not find any trace of Assai, "Asai!" he looked around, yelling frantically, the flames burning everywhere blocked the view, and the Orientals disappeared into the fire.

"Blood of Heresy......" The man in the flames stretched out his tongue and lips, and even the tip of his tongue was bubbling with dark blue flames.

Even if you can't fight, you have to fight. Turning to face the terrifying enemy, Jonah raised his staff Siracina, slowly closed his eyes, and silently recited the words of his first mentor, Gilberto Gilberneon: "Everything in the world is a projection of the stars on the zodiac, and we live, have, communicate, genetic, create, manage, share, change, transcend, realize, communicate, and introspect, all with the stars looking down on us." In awe, always look up. Please lend me the power of the starry sky ......"

"Giggles. The Burning Man smiled happily, "The Sealer said to me, now you are just a small flying insect with only wings removed, and you need the strength of a seventh-level great mage or above to sense the existence of the dispelled magic element from a distant place...... By the way, you're an astrologer? Giggle...... Where are your stars?"

Jonah bit his lip and called out to the stars again and again. The miracle did not appear, and his spiritual world remained a void, and the familiar pair of stars 130-77 was hidden in deep darkness. "O god of the stars......" He prayed so devoutly that he failed to spot a beam of fire that flew in, and the fire man's attack had just crushed Arsai, and now it was burning towards the astrologer.

At this moment, a voice as solid as gold pierced the eardrum, "Nine lights...... King Ming's gun!"

A powerful circle of wind erupted in the air, instantly blowing away the pillar of fire, and a rapidly rotating pillar of golden-red light pierced the scorching air, shooting from behind Jonah with a piercing scream, and the astrologer slowly opened his eyes to see the spear of energy that covered the flames shot through the body of the fire man, piercing the warped canopy with a long trail of tortuous.

What a familiar sight it was, Jonah opened his mouth in disbelief and spat out word by word the name that had once lived and died: "...... Yes...... Empty?"

"Bang!"

A man landed heavily in front of Jonah, kicking up a cloud of dust, his tattered black robe fluttering in the hot air like feathers, tall stature, broad arms, red hair draped over his shoulders, this majestic back was not the tall, thin southerner who always looked confused at Cherry Crossing, the surprised expression of the third-level astrologer froze, "You, who are you? Why do you use the same spell as Yakon......

The man turned his head and glanced at him with gray eyes, without a trace of laugh lines at the corners of his muscular mouth, "Jekong? You stand and don't move, that guy is hard to mess with. His voice was as sonorous as two blades colliding, and it was terrifying to hear.

"Are you a member of the Ghost's Left Hand?" Jonah immediately thought of the reason why Rose Rose was doing everything she could to send herself to the Golden City, Bactria was the center of the entire Southern Continent, and must be the location of the Ghost's Left Hand Branch, which must be the warrior she said had come to protect him.

"Call me Zuta. The man acquiesced, pulling a long, curved knife from the scabbard at his waist and holding it in front of Jonah.

The astrologer always felt that the man in front of him had something in common with Jekong, but apart from the color of his hair, the warrior named Zuta was completely different from the southerners in terms of stature, dress, conversation, and weapons. "By the way, Assai, have you seen a black-haired Oriental man with braids?" he exclaimed.

"Nope. Zuta replied briefly, her eyes sweeping over the scattered flames, the tip of her knife pointing at every small movement like a third eye, "Are you bleeding? I found you by probing the star array, and your 'listener' has not yet completed the ritual and cannot give warning." ”

"My fingers are cut. Jonah replied, "What is the 'listener' and what is the ritual?...... It doesn't matter, you have to find Asai, he is very weak right now and needs my help!"

"Good. The answer was categorical, as sonorous as the real cutting of steel nails.

Suddenly, there was an unusual fluctuation of energy from behind him, "Behind!" the astrologer shouted, and stepped away, Zuta did not hesitate to turn and attack, two leaps past Jonah and into the flames, the long knife slashing diagonally left and right, slashing into the air with a slanted air blade cross. The attack was extinguished by the sudden explosion of fire, "cluck...... Quite an interesting opponent, the Vedic sword-wielding Garan...... No, no, it's still Shadow Garan, since when will rats like you in the burrows be able to come out and show their heads?" The Burning Man appeared in a beam of red flames, with a coconut-sized fireball hanging in front of him, and the naked eye could see that the color of this flame was changing from red to yellow, from yellow to blue, and from blue to white, and as the surrounding temperature rose sharply, the white-hot fireball that contracted to the size of a fist was beating restlessly, as if trying to break free from the arms of the Burning Man.

"Hide behind me. Zuta commanded without question.

Jona did not hesitate, hiding his figure behind the warrior's broad back. Zuta's long hair fluttered in the hot wind, and the hem of her tattered black robe fluttered. "Bang!" he suddenly inserted the long knife into the scabbard at his waist, bowed slightly, and made a few quick gestures.

For some reason, the temperament on his body completely changed in an instant, and the golden-red power of the majestic Buddha Kingdom brought by the "Nine Lights" secret technique disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a blue-blue cold light flame, which was different from the sword wind of the Oriental people's "gluttony" that was as cold as water, and the body of the Ancestral Tower was as hellish as the evil bone-chilling cold.

- No, he's completely different from Jekong. That was Jonah's only thought at this point.