The presence of the dragon has made the volcanic riot more intense.

And its gaze made both Bei Ming Xiu and Fang Chengyi feel a tremor from the depths of their hearts.

Among the seven divine dragons, the Yan Dragon is the most violent and bloodthirsty, if it wants to kill, who can stop it?

Yan Long suddenly closed his eyes.

Countless red hot gases erupted from the volcano, gradually condensing in front of the Northern Meditation Cultivator and Fang Chengyi, forming a majestic figure that was dozens of zhang high.

The figure gradually solidified, turning into an old man with red hair and long eyebrows.

Soul splitting and condensing is an extremely difficult and frustrating technique in the cultivation world, and cultivators above the ninth order may not be able to master it.

But looking at the indifferent expression of the Yan Dragon Dragon's head in the volcano, it seemed that this kind of spell had no consumption for it at all.

Fang Chengyi's expression was unprecedentedly heavy.

Even if the other party is not the legendary Yan Dragon, he must be a great demon who has practiced for more than a thousand years.

The acquired wisdom demon with a thousand-year-old cultivation is comparable to an immortal-level powerhouse!

The old man's phantom condensed by the Yan Dragon blocked their escape route intentionally or unintentionally, and leaned down, as if observing the two small humans.

Bei Ming Xiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, suppressed the shock in his heart, and leaned slightly behind Fang Chengyi.

Frankly speaking, Yanlong's coercion could not completely scare him, after all, his senior mother and second senior brother were both of dragon blood.

But now that Shi Niang is not around, and he is definitely not the opponent of this Yanlong, he simply handed over his life to Fang Chengyi and fought for a chance to survive.

Fang Chengyi saw all his movements, but Fang Chengyi didn't care, and he clenched his fists a little jerkyly: "Senior Yanlong, do you have any advice?"

The old man leaned down and sniffed back and forth between Bei Ming Xiu and Fang Chengyi, his expression was intoxicated for a while, disgusted for a while, and when he heard Fang Chengyi's question, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, but he didn't seem to be angry.

He opened his mouth, and a thick and coercive voice came from all directions: "You two, it seems that your body is different?"

Fang Chengyi lowered his head and was silent, but the Northern Meditation Cultivator raised his head at this time and said with a smile: "Senior Yanlong, you are such a high-ranking existence, why should you pay attention to our two insignificant ants?"

The old man's gaze turned to him, the heat in his eyes flashed and disappeared, but the coercion in his words did not diminish in the slightest, "Human, answer me." ”

Bei Mingxiu sneered: "Why should the Yanlong seniors hide their desires, one of the dignified Seven Divine Dragons, but even if they want to eat snacks, do they have to ask for snacks?"

Hearing this, the old man's huge body trembled, and he could no longer hide the greed on his face.

"Yes, the immortal qi on your body is in line with my avenue, if you eat you, I will be invincible in the world. ”

He looked at Fang Chengyi with disgust, and said disdainfully: "As for you, although you have immortal energy, you are full of filth, eating you will only dirty my mouth, leave as soon as possible!"

Bei Mingxiu gritted his teeth and tried to keep himself calm.

This Yan Dragon couldn't hide the longing on his face, it was really the rumored greedy nature of the dragon clan, but what he wanted was actually the immortal qi that his immortal body was born with.

It is precisely with that immortal qi that the immortal spirit body can be born in harmony with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and has a cultivation speed that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

An existence like Yanlong would actually covet this little immortal energy?

Northern Meditation Cultivator suddenly felt that the world was really wonderful.

Because Fang Chengyi didn't leave, he just used the spiritual power and thoughts of his whole body to compete with Yan Long's will.

"He is the heir of our Chengyi, whether you are a real Yanlong or not, even if the Seven Divine Dragons descend together, Lao Tzu will not let you touch him!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and the black mist around him poured out, directly devouring the old man's figure.

Fang Chengyi himself was a high-level cultivator of the dual cultivation of law and Italy, and he used the dark attribute technique to attack together with the Death Demon Eye, but the Yan Dragon was not the real body, and he was caught off guard for a while, and the entire phantom was actually swallowed up by the Death Demon Eye.

In the crater, the flame dragon let out an angry dragon groan.

Fang Chengyi's behavior completely angered it.

When it woke up from its slumber, it saw that the people of the nearby village did not offer it a sacrifice, but the group of people were grateful to Dade and wanted to provide everything for it, and hundreds of years later it became this virtue.

Now that it was provoked by Fang Chengyi, the flames surging in its vertical pupils seemed to be about to erupt.

Bei Mingxiu was full of astonishment at this time.

He didn't expect that Fang Chengyi would directly choose to fight with Yanlong for him.

For the sake of Fang Chengyu's inheritance, will it be done to this extent?

"North Shadow Boy, you are here will only affect my play, get out of here!"

With that, as soon as Fang Chengyi raised his hand, a Death Demon Eye directly knocked the Northern Immortal Cultivator into the air, flying towards the distance.

In the trajectory of his flight, there was also a figure carrying another person on his back, moving quickly.

"You ......"

Before Bei Ming Xiu could speak, the whole person had already lost control, and he could only be carried by the Death Demon Eye, getting farther and farther away from Fang Chengyi.

In his heart, he was at a loss.

Why exactly?

In the volcano, an old man's figure appeared from the condensation, this time only the size of an ordinary person, but it was extremely condensed, and the flames around him were burning, as if the god of fire had descended into the world.

The old man swooped straight in the direction of the North Meditation Cultivator's flight, drawing a burning line of fire in the air.

But at the front end of the line of fire, there is also a black figure.

Fang Chengyi looked up to the sky and laughed: "If you are really an ancient Yanlong, how can you be succeeded by me, an old horseman who has been dormant for thousands of years, do you think Lao Tzu is afraid of you!"

Behind him, the body of the Death Demon Eye slowly appeared, and the breath of death and silence spread, and with Fang Chengyi's shaking fingers, it collided with the figure of the old man with infinite thoughts.

Countless loud noises erupted in the sky.

The old man's burning figure shattered again, and the black robe on Fang Chengyi's body also had countless burn marks, revealing the unhealthy green color on his body.

He fell diagonally, almost smashing into the lava below, but he still held himself steady in the air, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and laughed loudly.

With that encounter just now, his thoughts in the sea have been completely drained.

But he won!

"Old Wang Ba, who is shrinking in the mountains, don't use this low-level means of splitting your soul to fight with me with your true body!"

Fang Chengyi's laughter echoed between heaven and earth, and no matter how hot the heat wave was, it couldn't be hidden.

An incomparably angry dragon groan sounded again, overpowering Fang Chengyi's laughter.

At the same time, a huge blood-red fireball erupted from the mouth of the Yan Dragon, and before the flames arrived, the black robe on Fang Chengyi's body had already begun to burn, which showed how exaggerated the temperature was.

Fang Chengyi was not discouraged in the slightest, and sneered: "This is a little interesting!"

He opened his hand, and the black qi in his palm condensed into a ball, and in the body of the Death Demon Eye behind him, the demonic qi surged even more.

When he raised his hand, a huge shadow appeared behind the Death Eye itself, and countless ghost hands seemed to surge in the shadow, as if it could tear apart any target it touched.

Fang Chengyi glanced back at the Northern Meditation Cultivator, who had become a small black dot, and the emotion on his face flashed.

Du Sigui is indeed a good seedling, with the same dark attribute of the origin spiritual power as him, with his mortal body, even his ghost killing array can practice a few points.

But he only needs one of his descendants.

In fact, Du Sigui thought too much, if he killed the Northern Meditation Cultivator, although Fang Chengyi would not let him go, and beat him to the point that no part of his body was intact, at least he would be left with his life.

He looks at the inheritance of Fang Chengyu, but he values his own inheritance even more.

Du Sigui is dead, so whether the Northern Cultivator wants to or not, he is his heir.

Fang Chengyi closed his eyes, because his entire face was hidden in the black robe, no one could see his expression at all.

Only he knew that he was crying.

Laughing and crying.

The monster in the volcano was not the Ancient Flame Dragon, but the fireball in front of him was a genuine Flame Dragon Blood Flame.

He is not an immortal, he can't resist at all, there is only a dead end.

But the young man who carries everything he and her can continue to live.

He didn't get out of the way, gathered his spiritual power, and glanced up at the sky.

Then he raised his hand, and the mighty shadow met the blood-colored fireball that was getting closer and closer.

In the Shadow's hand, a long knife appeared that seemed to come from the Netherworld.

The nine essences of the Eye of Death are all in it.

The long knife slashed through the sky, carrying a raging demonic aura, and slashed the flame of the dragon's blood.

This knife was made by pouring all his comprehension of the Immortal Slashing Knife Technique.

Fang Chengyi felt a little regretful in his heart.

After all, his talent is not enough, and he can't restore all the Blood Demon Sword, so he can only make such a half-finished product.

If it was a complete Blood Demon Sword, maybe this sword would be enough to cut off the head of that false flame dragon.

Now, cutting off the flame dragon blood flame in front of you may be enough.

Fang Chengyi closed his eyes with a gentle expression.

He should have wielded such a knife back then.

The current knife should be regarded as a belated apology.

......

The Demon Shadow held the magic knife in both hands, and soon met the fireball condensed by the blood flame of the dragon.

When the two collided, the heavens and the earth changed color.

Between the pitch-black and blood-red, the fireball burst open, and the infinite heat wave dispersed with the energy, opening a huge crater in the desert below.

Above the crater, there are constant grains of sand trying to rush back into place, but every time they are about to fall, they are wrapped in another force and fly up again, and the sand will never be able to fill the crater unless the explosion stops.

Fang Chengyi's crazy laughter couldn't even stop the fierce explosion, echoing above the desert.

Incomparably arrogant, incomparably sad.