In the final game of the quarterfinals, the winners of the previous rounds were watching the last winner, and several of the top ten were also present, including Zhang Zhiwei.

On the field, in the face of Wang He's arrogance, Zhu Ming was unmoved, and even wanted to laugh.

Wang is not from one of the four families in the Inhuman world, and his grandfather is also one of the Ten Inhumans, who has been pampered since he was a child, and he has everything that others don't have or can't think of.

It is precisely because of this that he has never encountered any setbacks since he was a child, and he was originally eliminated from the competition, and he still doubted himself. But with Hu Jie being caught, he stood out again, and easily defeated Feng Xingtong to enter the quarterfinals, which made him even more convinced that he was a man of man and a beloved person of God.

But these things didn't have the slightest meaning in the eyes of Zhu Ming, who had traveled through the Void Sea, "Let's start." ”

In the face of Wang He's detention generals, Zhu Ming did not choose the previous way to face the enemy, that was his respect for those who practiced martial arts in the Inhuman Realm, and the king was not worthy of ......

"Left to support Rokka, right to guard six Ding......"

The wind is blowing.

'Whew~'

First a slight breeze blows, then it grows stronger and stronger, and finally it is like a violent wind!

"There is the yellow god in the front, and there is the Yue chapter in the back. ”

And the arena is gradually drying, and the water slowly evaporates, as if it is scorching on fire!

"Divine consciousness kills, does not avoid the strong, and is as urgent as the law!"

Zhu Ming stretched out his hand and opened his five fingers, and the sparks between his palms flashed, like a spark of stars, gradually burning the plains!

'Bang!'

A glass-colored flame burned in his palm, and this fire was connected to Zhu Ming's Three Treasures, and ignited with the power of the Three Treasures.

"Samadhi Fire ......," Zhang Zhiwei muttered as he looked at the field.

He originally came to see how Zhu Ming's actual combat ability was, and whether he could deal with Zhang Lingyu, you must know that a high realm does not mean that his actual combat ability is strong.

If it doesn't work, he's ready to continue with his original plan and drug his plan......

On the other side, Zhuge Qing was still recreating his duel on the stage, and suddenly sensed a change on the stage, and stretched his neck out strangely to look.

"This ......"

Seeing the flame in Zhu Ming's hand, his originally small squinting eyes gradually widened, "Samadhi True Fire?

Although the appearance is different from the samadhi fire, this feeling of burning out the soul must be the true fire of samadhi!

Wuhou Yimai, in addition to Shenji and Qimen, there is also a stunt, but this stunt has been lost for many generations. It's not that the inheritance has been lost, but no one can practice it, including Zhuge Qing, a contemporary wizard of the Wuhou lineage.

Originally, Zhuge Qing had tried to cultivate the Samadhi True Fire, but he fell into the demons in his heart and could not successfully cultivate.

But where did Zhu Ming learn the true fire of Samadhi? This is the mastery of Wuhou's vein!

"Huo Dun? I didn't expect a martial artist to come from the Huo De Sect! Seeing that your flame is still practiced nondescript, I think you are an outer disciple. ”

"Even if your fire escape is cultivated to the realm of the little fire god, it will not be more than a chicken and a dog for me!"

Looking at the changes in the field, Wang He let the wind blow and looked at Zhu Ming with disdain.

"Ah~ah~ha~"

In the midst of countless whistling sounds, the black qi around Wang He's body was scattered, and hundreds of spirits came out, all over the arena!

"This! How many spirits did he swallow?" Zhang Chulan didn't know the power of the flames in Zhu Ming's hand, but now he couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw the spirits in Wang and all over the audience.

"Hahaha! In order to serve the spirits and restore myself, I specially asked my family to help me catch so many spirits. You can see the power of the Eight Wonder Techniques, and you are still defeated by my hands, it is not a loss!" Wang He looked at the hundreds of spirits on the field and shouted proudly.

The wind that swept up the floating earth of the field did not decrease with the appearance of the spirits, but increased again, as if to sweep away the ghosts.

"Heh, defeated by your men, just you giant baby who doesn't know how to learn?"

Smiling disdainfully, Zhu Ming waved his hand lightly, and the flames detached from his palm.

"Go, burn the soul!"

'Whew~Whew~Whew~'

The wind does not extinguish the flames, but the wind helps the fire, the stronger the wind, the more fierce the fire, and after the wind blows, the samadhi fire spreads all over the field!

"Uh~ah!!"

The ghosts all over the audience were touched by the fireworks, like dead grass on fire, all of them burned in an instant, and disappeared!

"I'm not the Fire Escape Technique of the Fire Sect, but the Maoshan Forbidden Technique!"

The king was surrounded by flames, and Zhu Ming gathered the scattered flames to form a cover to trap the king.

“...... Now you know how vast the sky is, right?" Zhu Ming looked at Wang Ji of the Trapped Beast Fight.

"Wrong......"

Lowering his head, Wang He's eyes lost their luster a little, and he clenched his fists, "There should be no disobedience to me in this world! This disobedient world must be destroyed, and ...... must be destroyed."

Seeing Wang He's performance, Zhu Ming shook his head, he originally wanted to give him a chance to see a wider world, but he couldn't accept it.

Stretch out your five fingers and slowly close them, and the cover will slowly shrink.

"Ah~"

Burned by the flames, the king did not suffer any injuries on his body, only the pain of his soul.

"Stop!"

Wang He's grandfather, Wang Ai, personally went down and wanted to stop Zhu Ming's behavior.

I saw that black smoke was also emitted from his body, forming tentacles one after another, trying to rescue his grandson from the fire cover.

However, the samadhi fire does not burn wood or earth and stones, but burns the soul!

Wang Ai's black smoke, touching the flames, burned out in an instant, and even spread to Wang Ai's body!

'Not good!' Wang Ai immediately made a decision and abandoned this part of the spirit.

Wang Ai, who was old and long, looked at Zhu Ming with small eyes, "This little friend, the last time we met, it was a little abrupt, but it was not old." ”

"This kid is my grandson, I wonder if you can give me a face?"

In fact, according to the style of the Wang family, how could Wang Ai speak so kindly, if it weren't for the restraint of the spirit, he would have captured Zhu Ming a long time ago.

Since the Wang family was sent by the detained spirit, all the original inheritance was left behind, and the whole clan basically only studied this miracle skill. So after the strange skills were useless, Wang Ai didn't use other moves, and the performance was a bit stretching for the Ten Guys.

"Now that he is still playing, he has not surrendered, he has not lost consciousness, how can I stop? Wang Lao is entering the arena now, I'm afraid it doesn't meet the rules of the game, right?"

Zhu Ming did not stop immediately, but instead practiced the mastery of fire with the help of Wang He.

"You!" Wang Ai was angry in his heart, and his eyes flashed.

"Ahem, Zhu Ming Xiaoyou, for my sake, let Wang He be put on my face. You won this game!" Zhang Zhiwei was silent from the beginning of the game, and did not become a peacemaker until he saw Wang Ai leave the game.

After all, this is Longhu Mountain, his territory, and the activities he organized, and if the Wang family makes trouble, it will be a blow to reputation and majesty. As a contemporary celestial master, Zhang Zhiwei must maintain Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei used Qi to transmit the sound, Zhu Ming naturally heard it clearly, looked at the grandson of the Wang family in front of him, and snapped his fingers.

The flames disappeared, and Zhu Ming turned to leave, not caring how Wang Ai dealt with Wang He's injuries.

After all, he burned it himself, Zhu Ming knew that Wang Ji was not injured, at most he burned for a few days, only ten days and half a month......