The purple beads trembled slightly, and a stream of fire breathed through the bead wall. In an instant, the pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info form a purple fire bead.

Saint Ancestor raised his eyebrows and shook his hands violently, wanting to shake off the fire beads. The right hand ignited with the fire and purple smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the entire arm turned into nothing. The Holy Ancestor had clouds and mist in his eyes, and he looked at the disappearing arm in a daze.

Poof! The black light flashed, and the Holy Ancestor's eyes were gray, and the Holy Body flew out like an arrow.

Tom. "Ah............h A heart-rending exclamation came, and the Holy Ancestor reacted, hugging his bare arms and howling.

This scene frightened the Holy Ancestors who were collecting Yang Jiong Essence Qi to dodge, and they didn't know what had happened. I saw Liao Qing rolling in the air.

Ziling put away the "Evil Light Phantom Sword", leaving only a black light on his fingertips. "Hua Ying went to see Liao Qing".

The green shadow fell beside Liao Qing Holy Ancestor, the faint fragrance spread, he took a deep breath, and the faces of all Holy Ancestors calmed down.

The tumbling Liao Qing has a saint girl with skin better than snow beside her, and her elegant and elegant temperament makes people feel ashamed of herself. Those eyes were cold and arrogant, and there was a kind of seduction, and the scorching airspace became fresh.

"Don't move"!

The red light dotted on the severed arm. Liao Qing stopped struggling, his eyes dimmed, as chaotic as sludge and stagnant water.

Purple Bell's eyes narrowed into a crescent-like slit. "The fire of impotence has mutated"?

Cangchenzi approached. "City Lord, it seems that the 'Fire Cloud Bead' can't seal the 'Yang Jiong Essence'."

Ziling's expression did not move, and the light veil on her face moved slightly. "Can Elder Cang have a way"?

Entering the enthalpy peak several times, the Purple Bell City Lord is considered to be well-informed. It is not the first time that the "Yang Jiong Qi" cannot be sealed, and there are many records in the Holy Clan scriptures. Otherwise, Liao Qing would not have been saved in such a timely manner.

Cang Chenzi smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded. "When I came, the Sword Ancestor had already expected it, and it took a hundred years to refine and forge the 'Flame Bead'."

A white bead appeared in Cangchenzi's hand, and all the holy ancestors condensed at the white bead, unable to see the difference between the "Fire Bead" and the "Fire Cloud Bead". However, I heard that it was refined by the Sword Ancestor, and no Holy Ancestor dared to doubt it. Pouted, this scolding in my heart! I was obviously prepared, why did I wait for the risk.

Ziling saw the thoughts of the Holy Ancestors, her beautiful eyes stared at a look of haunting dreams, and her veil moved slightly. "The 'Yang Jiong Fire' has gathered the aura of heaven and earth in the enthalpy peak for 500,000 years, and there is no sage who can pick up the fire, for so long, I don't know how many Yin and Yang fires of the Holy Ancestors have devoured and refined, even if the Sword Ancestor is prepared, he has to try to know."

Cang Chenzi smiled. "If the holy friend is not satisfied, he can try it first."

The faces of the Holy Ancestors darkened, and they looked at Liao Qing, who was snorting. He said in unison: "Sword Ancestor Holy Relic, I'll wait for that one to try it."

Cang Chenzi snorted coldly. "It's really Qi"!

Blink to look at Ziling. "City Lord, is Shengyun City also prepared?"

Ziling was stunned by the question, her pink cheeks were slightly dizzy, and she actually saw through the light veil.

The Holy Sword Mountain does not take the three holy cities of the Holy Realm in its eyes, and it is not an exaggeration to be arrogant. It's just that he didn't give face to the city lord of Shengyun City, and questioned him face-to-face, Ziling really couldn't get off the stage.

Cangxingzi, Cangtianzi, and Cangchenzi, the three elders of the Holy Sword Mountain, were invited by Shengyun City, and no matter what they said, they had to bear it.

"Senior brother, don't sell officials, senior brother won't be able to stand it." Cang Xingzi appeared under the five rings, sitting cross-legged beside Cang Tianzi, and a blue light hit the halo.

Cang Tianzi's face softened a little, and a little sweat flowed down the tip of his nose. Glancing at Cangchenzi. Shen Zhi complained: "It's okay to find trouble, you think this is at home"!

Cang Chenzi turned around and scratched his head unnaturally.

White condensation gas rises from the "Flame Bead".

"Go"!

The "Flame Bead" flew into the rock crevice, and the white rays diffused from the cracks, gradually turning purple. Several runes of light fell, and after a few breaths, purple "fire beads" flew in.

Cangchenzi didn't take it with his hands, took out the incarnation bag, shook it gently, and put the "fire bead" into the bag.

The Holy Ancestors had seen Cangchenzi's method of collecting "essence stones", and it was no different from before, but it was collected with a holy bag. Blinking his eyes, although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't say anything.

Cangchenzi put away the holy bag and said with a smile: "Fellow saints, you can take a good look, the method of collection and sealing have not changed, what has changed is the method of storage, don't use it wrong."

Ziling's eyelids jumped, and the light yarn moved, printing dripping cherry-like red lips. "The Sword Ancestor is really smart, the 'Fire Bead' is better than the 'Fire Cloud Bead', and he still looks at what he is doing, and he is not working quickly."

In the end, this voice worked, and all the holy ancestors were busy praising and praising one after another. "Ask the Holy Friends to give them pearls".

Cang Chenzi took out another holy bag lightly and shook it gently, and hundreds of "Flame Beads" fell into the hands of the Holy Ancestors.

As soon as his hand sank, the faces of the Holy Ancestors moved slightly. "It's a little heavier."

What is the difference between this weight and the previous "Fire Cloud Bead", I don't care about it, as soon as the "Fire Bead" arrived, all the Holy Ancestors fled towards the purple rock crack, and their greedy eyes not only flashed with purple light, but also showed a flush.

Outside the cliff mouth, the Holy Ancestors of the Four Clans stared at the purple light that penetrated the air, their hearts were anxious, their brows were furrowed, and they were silent. Feather Knife kept rubbing his hands and walked over there, a pair of magic pupils dancing with black flames.

Several clan leaders wanted to enter the enthalpy cliff again, but the scorching fire gushed out, and before they entered, they were covered by a huge steamer, and sent out several holy weapons, all of which were pierced by purple flowers, and they escaped in a panic.

Although the feather knife was in a hurry, he was reluctant to give up the magic weapon "Ghost Bone Demon Blade", so he had to wait eagerly for the fire to fall away, and maybe he could collect some leftovers.

Impatient, none of the tribes have the best holy weapons to block the fire of Yangjiong.

She groaned and approached the demonic feather sword. "Demon brother, how about you and I join forces"?

"Eat all the fine meats". The first spell of the feather knife said so softly.

She took out the black scale armor from the planting bag and said with a wry smile: "Demon brother, this is the only 'black scale leaf armor' condensed by this clan. I hope to urge together in the cliff".

The ancestors of the plants gasped when they heard the "Black Scale Leaf Armor". The alien race doesn't know what the "black scale leaf armor" is, how can the ancestors of these clans not know. Lust, Mu Yan looked sorry for his face, and kept shaking his head.

The elder of the Zhi clan has three armors: "Green Burning Armor, Black Flame Leaf Armor, and Black Scale Leaf Armor".

The "Green Burning Armor" and "Black Flame Leaf Armor" are still condensed, and the "Black Scale Leaf Armor" plant ancestors have never seen it. The plant owner can take out the "black scale leaf armor" to break through the "enthalpy cliff", and his heart hurts!

As a demon lord, although the demon sense is chaotic, the knowledge is not shallow, and the demon pupil glances at the "black scale leaf armor". "Eat all the fine meats".

Woo heh twice. Planting a little "black scale leaf armor", countless scales flew away, and the black armor blocked the cliff mouth.

At the same time, the feather knife escaped into the "enthalpy cliff."

The light radiating from the sky fell, and the sky was purple, and the clouds were not stained, becoming transparent and crystalline.

Qiu Li exclaimed, paralyzed in Mo Ye's arms like a floating cloud.

The Mo Evil Soul Body ignited a five-colored fire ring, and his pupils looked at the peak of the Amethyst Peak.

Before I knew it, I had reached the peak. An amethyst altar several feet high sits on the peak. Purple gas flowed out from the top of the platform, gradually falling on the stone steps, and then rising into the air and disappearing under the peak.

Mo Evil Soul recognized for a while, but did not see anything unusual, looking at Qiu Li who had fainted in his arms, he was full of doubts in his heart, why did he faint?

The purple fog was churning, drifting, rustling. It was unusually harsh, like silver snakes dancing in the purple qi.

"Don't move, I bit you". A screaming sound turned.

Mo Xie was startled, contemplating the four domains, empty as a wilderness, and there was the shadow of the speaker. "In the purple air".

The purple air is transparent, crystal clear, and you can see the stone steps made of amethyst.

Mo Ye hugged Qiu Li and floated towards the altar with his feet raised.

"Tell you not to move!" the shriek came from the rustle again. In the purple smoke and haze, a triangular head with a red tongue suddenly stretched out. The two standing pupils followed and revealed the purple qi floating in the air.

Mo Ye stopped abruptly and looked at the purple pupils.

Two patches of hazy purple qi blocked the pupils. "Don't look at me, if you get closer, I'll roast you".

"Roast me"? Mo Xie was happy, and said with a smile: "If you want to roast, do you have to wait until now?"

Hitomi glared at the purple light, and the shadow of the pupil was full of soul shadows. Fiercely roared: "Tell you, the ancestor has roasted countless cultivators, and he will send soul people."

This little trick is still scaring people, and the little sage in the spirit period will not be afraid, let alone Mo Xie who has rolled between life and death.

"Okay, I'm scared. You tell me what you are"?

Purple pupils blinked, thinking for a moment. "You speak first".

Mo Xie smiled. "What do I have to say, I'm a soul being".

"Yes!" The purple pupils changed from a standing shadow to a horizontal shadow, and then changed back again. "I am the one of fire".

"Fireman". Mo Xie looked at the purple pupil suspiciously, and stretched his head over. "Why can't I see it, it's obviously an orc."

"Hee-hee-hee-hee! Purple Pupil raised her triangular head and smiled proudly.

"I can't see it, I can't see it, it's really like!"

The purple pupil became even more proud, and couldn't help but play with her wink. "I'm going to change, you watch".

The purple light flashed, the purple pupils disappeared, and in the rolling mist, the bean-sized raindrops "thunderbolted" fell on the ancient tree, and a purple lightning condensed from the swaying leaves. "Hahaha, look at me becoming like no".

Mo Xie touched his chin with interest. "Well, it's kind of interesting, it's just that the leaves are about to fall off."

Purple lightning flashed, and the ancient tree that shook wildly disappeared. A sharp and slightly desolate cry came from the purple sky, and a wet old vulture, feathers falling off, and a jagged and skinny old vulture soared in the sky, its bright purple eyes staring towards Mo Ye. Spread his wings and swoop down on the altar like an arrow from a string, his claws grabbing like lightning.

Mo Xie laughed. "It's an old-haired vulture."

"What an old vulture". The feathered vulture in the air collected its claws and disappeared into the purple gas. A low purple shadow emerged.

Mo Xie almost didn't laugh and turned his back on it.

The old witch was on a stone staff, with silver hair, half-covering and half-hiding her face, and in the looming wrinkles, there was an eagle's hooked nose and half-squinted purple eyes.

"The old ones have lost their teeth". Mo Xie figured it out, these were all cultivators who were burned by the "Yang Jiong Fire".