Shen Moli stared at Xianglin coldly, and the hot points from his fingertips gradually burned up and down his body. Under the burning of that hot fire, the star flame was like a wisp of rape that sucked in the spiritual energy, and all the spiritual power in the air was curled into Shen Moli's body.

A domineering force that does not belong to the high-level should be, because of the infusion of spiritual energy, it is becoming more and more scorching in Shen Moli's body. With the power that slowly began to burn and become prosperous since entering the Sand Domain, Shen Moli's seven meridians and eight veins were full of power that was enough to crush the third generation to survive the reincarnation of the powerhouse.

Under the convergence of Qisheng's strength, Shen Moli suddenly chose to fight Xianglin head-on at the moment when Xianglin was chasing him.

In her previous life, due to the lack of cultivation and the lowliness of her martial arts, whenever she encountered a pursuer, she could only dodge and hide again and again with skillful methods.

In this life, it is rare to have that powerful black flame to support his cultivation that has only stepped into the high level, and Shen Moli wants to seize the opportunity to resist those who want to harm him while the qi power has not disappeared.

In his previous life, Shen Moli had experienced too many similar things. She clearly knew that if she didn't make a decision with Xianglin tonight, no matter how she dodged, Xianglin would find herself sooner or later. At that time, if she can't find a way to dodge, she will still inevitably fight a vicious battle.

Since disasters are inevitable, sooner or later, Shen Moli feels that he should strike while the iron is hot, and take advantage of the exuberance of the aura at this time to compete with Xianglin, so as to take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate Xianglin's sharpness, so that Xianglin will not dare to have evil intentions towards himself in the future.

Thinking of this, Shen Moli activated the aura of his whole body and penetrated into the seven meridians and eight veins, thinking that he was secretly preparing for the later duel

And Shen Moli's sentence of "ulterior motives" is exactly what Xianglin is aiming for. Dissatisfied with being seen through, Xiang Lin's eyes were extremely fierce: "When you join forces with the demonic beast to kill my Sand Clan's Xiangdi Demon, you should think of today's ending! Of course, if you hand over the Burning Sky Ring, I may be able to keep your entire corpse." ”

Going around and around, Xianglin finally said his purpose. As early as when he knew that the little demon beast had killed the Xiangdi Demon and obtained the Burning Sky Ring, he had the evil idea of taking the Burning Sky Ring. It's just that the Demon Beast is imprisoned in the Demon Hell Mansion, and earlier he took advantage of the fact that the Demon Beast had not yet broken out of the Demon Hell Mansion, and he also found the Burning Sky Ring, but he looked at it from a distance and couldn't find any traces of the Burning Sky Ring.

When Warcraft was born, there were not many people he knew, so Xianglin turned his attention to Shen Moli, who was close to Warcraft.

At the beginning, Shen Moli entered the magic land, and the seemingly unexpected encounter was deliberately done by Xianglin. He wanted to smell the breath of the Burning Sky Ring from Shen Moli's body, but he approached and searched to no avail, so after that search, he pretended to be kind enough to let Shen Moli leave.

It was only after Shen Moli left and broke into other places in the Demon Land that Xiang Lin realized that he had missed one place, and that was the ring that could accommodate thousands of people on Shen Moli's fingertips. Inside the ring, the breath is expanded and contracted, and it will not be at all drifting because of how it is.

After several hesitations, Xianglin finally did not have the courage to leave the sand region without authorization, and went to find Shen Moli for his own greed.

Although the Sand Clan is one of the Eight Great Demon Clans, the strength of a single Sand Clan is slightly behind that of the other Great Demon Clans. As an elder of the Sand Clan, if Xiang Lin leaves the Sand Domain without permission, he will be an enemy of the Sand Clan. In the future, no matter what kind of danger he encounters in the Demon Land, the Sand Tribesmen will not help him for half a point.

Considering the harsh rules of the Sand Clan, Xianglin was entangled horizontally and vertically in the Sand Domain, and finally waited for Shen Moli in the entanglement.

This time, for Shen Moli, who threw himself into the net, Xianglin naturally did not intend to let it go easily.

In the blink of an eye, Xianglin's hands were closed, and a strong force burst out from the chalk of the old body, swirling in the void and entrenched into a sand dragon. The Canglong God was angry, but there was no dragon roar, and he only attacked Shen Moli silently. It seemed that a terrifying dragon roar had attracted everyone in the sand who should not know about it.

The dragon quickly invaded forward, and the surrounding flat and solid sand was full of terrifying cracks. Where the dragon passed, none of the buildings in the surrounding groove were complete.

Accompanied by a violent cyclone, Canglong came violently, and there was a great deal of directly crushing Shen Moli.

Shen Moli moved half a step, and from the moving step, a pitch-black firework bloomed. The black flames fused together, blooming into a tough shield at the moment when the dragon attacked, resisting the dragon.

Under the strong confrontation between the two pairs, a strong air flow was shaken, and the sand wave was shaken.

This situation made Xianglin, who was already a bit of a thief, even more eager to end this battle quickly and plunder the precious ring between Shen Moli's fingers.

It's just that the more anxious Xianglin is, the more uncomfortable the hostility between Canglong and Heiyan becomes.

Xianglin, who had already stepped into the Eight Heavens of the Holy Rank and was only a few steps away from the God Level, was an irresistible disparity force for Shen Moli. It was only because of the inexplicable burning aura of the black flame in the sand region, which was like a prairie fire in Shen Moli's body, which instantly drove Shen Moli's aura to boil and surge.

Although he was suddenly vigorous for no reason, Shen Moli had doubts in his heart. But in the current confrontation with Xianglin, Shen Moli didn't care about exploring the reasons for the changes in his black flame.

In the confrontation with Canglong, Tao Tao Heiyan used the aura full of Shen Moli's body to bloom like a hibiscus flower. Before Canglong could react, he suddenly counterattacked, and the original menacing Canglong was directly contained in the black flame.

The sound of crackling resounded through the sand in the confrontation between sand and fire.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking in the black flame, and then pieces of sand and gravel fell from the black flame, like a downpour of rain falling to the ground.

Spitting blood from the sword, Xianglin because the dragon formed by his body was scorched by the black flame, his soul was scorched by the purgatory ghost fire, and a stream of sand blood gushed out of his throat unstoppably.

Facing Shen Moli, who was walking towards him not far away, Xianglin's eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.

He struggled to support his body, trying to sacrifice the power of sand again to compete with Shen Moli. However, the scattered sand and gravel under the gathering of his hands suddenly fell to the ground, accompanied by the bursts of sand and gravel that were used to attack the sea of knowledge, so that Xianglin suddenly understood that his general trend had gone.

Yu stumbled backwards in a dizziness, and Xianglin forced himself to hold on to his crutches, but unexpectedly, the already broken crutches were all turned into sand and drifted away with the wind under his full support.

Relying on the crutches in his hands, Xianglin was caught off guard, and suddenly fell to the ground, and the sand body that seemed to be weak was the only mess left in the panic and the ground.

In despair, Xianglin closed his old eyes, and finally said unyieldingly: "The loser is a coward, if you want to kill or chop, give the old decay a good time." ”

"Why did I say I wanted your life?" Shen Moli looked at the desolate figure sitting on the ground waiting for death, and said in a calm voice.

"Then you ......" Xianglin looked at Shen Moli, who was gradually approaching, and slowly broke away from his old eyes. There was no gratitude in his eyes, but a calculating cunning.