Mo Fei's gaze became eager, and he was a little unsure of the unknown power in the hands of the sacrificial martyr. There is only one life for everyone, and he doesn't want to be buried in the hands of this young man in vain.

The wind surname on the sacrificial arms was still instilled, and the demon-breaking silver needles on Mo Fei's body on the other side had also emerged from his body one by one, and he was about to break free.

The originally noisy courtyard suddenly became a lot quieter, with only a slight sound of wind. But in the eyes of the priest and Mofei, the tranquility of this time was like the death knell of death, which would ring in their ears at any time.

However, adding wind caste energy to the Holy Flame Bomb is undoubtedly a suicidal act.

The power of the Holy Flame formed by the fusion of fire and light is a very violent strange genus, and the sacrifice can compress the power of the Holy Flame to travel the Holy Flame Bullet, which is entirely because he already has the awakening power of the Holy Flame, just like a safety lock, even if there is another problem, he will not hurt himself.

But joining this third caste is not like that at all, as long as there is a slight difference, the three violent caste energies will be wreaked havoc at will, and if you really get to that point, you don't know how to die.

If he hadn't had no choice now, he wouldn't have been so crazy.

Now in the mind of the sacrifice, I recall what Sister Void said when she taught herself to fuse the caste, "Maintain the equivalent of the energy of the caste, there can be no deviation, just like painting, there is the sun, there are trees, there are streams, there are blue skies and white clouds." ”

This is a kind of artistic conception, and only when this artistic conception is reached, can a perfect harmony be achieved.

But now is the time to race against time, there is no way for the priest to calm down and feel the balance required for the fusion of the three genera, he is now just blindly injecting all his wind caste energy into it, as for what kind of consequences will be left to fate.

"Young man, it's an eye-opener for me that you still have a third caste hidden, but you know what? Mo Fei's voice became manic, as a level 7 wind caste creator, how could he not feel that the sacrifice was simply unconsciously using the energy of the wind caste.

In his eyes, sacrifice is simply adding gunpowder to a time bomb.

"Does he want to die together?" such thoughts germinated in Mofei's mind, but he didn't want to die.

At this moment, the seventh primordial stone on the awakened soft armor shone brightly, and four dark gray tornadoes kept spinning around him, and with the appearance of these four tornadoes, the two silver needles on his legs immediately fell off.

In the roar of these four violent tornadoes, the other two demon-breaking silver needles inserted into Mo Fei's right arm were also shocked by his energy and inserted into the dirt at his feet.

Time, what the sacrifice needs most now is time, and the sacrifice, who has always been unlucky, seems to be not on his side this time.

Although Mo Fei had gotten rid of the comfort of breaking the power of demons, in his eyes, he didn't dare to touch the Holy Flame Bullet containing terrifying power in his hands.

"Young man, as an elder, let me give you a ride!

The four tornadoes were unexpectedly around the sacrifice and for the sake of oneness, enveloping the sacrifice in its entirety.

At this moment, the priest felt a strong suction, pulling him from the ground to the sky, and the tornado that connected the sky to the ground was like an invisible passage, throwing him into the sky.

"No......" the sacrificial mourner cried out heart-rending in the tornado, he didn't believe that he was dead like this, and he still held the holy flame bomb in his hand.

At this time, Chen Han's voice sounded in his ears: "Grandson, do you remember what I once said? ”

It was Chen Han's voice that made his heart, which had already given up hope, fire again, and he silently recited, "The big husband has something to do and something not to do." ”

His heart calmed down all of a sudden, and he nodded silently, "Grandpa, I know!"

He looked at his feet, he didn't know how high he was off the ground, but what he was thinking about now was not whether he could survive, but what kind of disaster would be brought to this earthen city if Mofei survived.

A golden light broke through the thick clouds and shot straight at the tornado. The face of the sacrifice no longer had the fear of death, and his face was a relief that he had seen through all things in the world.

As if in response to his current state of mind, the originally somewhat intolerable Holy Flame Bomb fused with the Feng family name instilled by the sacrificial sacrifice at this moment.

When this power merged, the level 7 primordial skill Wind Dragon Blast, which was like a barrier that bound the sacrifice, shattered like a fragment.

The sacrificial hand held a huge ball of light, suspended in mid-air, and at this time, he was like a god descending from the earth.

Standing on the ground, Mo Fei, who had already relaxed his spirit, tensed his nerves again, and when he looked up at the light he received, an indifferent expression appeared on his face.

"How so, how can this be?" he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

There has been no precedent for the merging of the three castes for thousands of years, not even in the records of the Temple Loga.

But the young man in front of him did it in front of him. His mind was blank now, and he didn't even think about why he could be suspended in the air.

The sacrificial priest looked at Mo Fei below, and directly threw the three surnamed Shengyan bullets in his hand at him.

In Mo Fei's eyes, the three-genus Saint Yan Bullet was like another sun, shining brightly.

I don't know why, when he saw the sacrificial corpse running the three-genus Saint Yan bullet towards him, he was like a newborn baby, he didn't even have the ability to move, he just watched the ball of light that flashed with a strong light rushing towards him.

With a loud roar, the entire mountain city shook violently. Many people looked up in the direction of the Mo family, but only a few dared to approach it.

The originally chic inner courtyard was as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and in a huge pit lay a charred man. The houses around this huge crater were in ruins, and the water from the water flowed down the ground into the pit by plunging the crumbling house debris that had been brought in by hand.

It's a pity that the priest didn't see the power of the three-caste Holy Flame Bullet he created. When he threw out the Flame Bullet, he fainted due to excessive strength.

If Leng Wushuang hadn't arrived at the critical moment riding Xiaohu, he would probably have been thrown to death.