The psionic karmic fire passed through No's body without any hindrance and eventually fell to the ground.

Rumble!

A terrifying heat burst out from under No's feet in an instant, and a wisp of white flames burst out, connecting in an instant.

A cry of pain came out of No's mouth, and the place where his body touched the flames instantly burst into flames.

This one spell exhausted all the aura in Ink Trace Xuan's body, and the whole person fell from mid-air.

Fortunately, Suizhong caught him quickly, and then fled quickly.

The southern tribesmen saw that Nuo's body was covered with flames, and the large army besieging Mojixuan couldn't take care of them, so they all went to put out the fire, but the temperature created by the spell was extremely high, and no matter how many people passed, the flames still couldn't be extinguished.

On the contrary, because the crowd was too concentrated, the power of the flame became even stronger.

Chu Qingqing glanced back and saw countless people shouting and struggling in the fire. A blackened, crooked corpse lay on the floor.

Even so, the flames continued to burn.

At the center of the flames, all the skin on his body was burned out, revealing the muscles and flesh inside.

"Ink Marks!"

All the unwillingness turned into this monstrous roar, and then turned into a pile of white bones.

Shouts and cries shrouded the world, Chu Qingqing killed several southern tribesmen, and quickly left with the seriously injured Ting Yuan on his shoulder.

Emotions of sadness and anger gripped the square.

Countless spear-wielding men poured in from all directions.

Ink Mark Xuan, who was lying on Sui Zhong's back, raised his eyes tiredly, wanting to pinch another spell to clear a path, but he couldn't even lift a finger because his aura had already bottomed out.

Chu Qingqing and Sui Zhong struggled to support themselves, their hands trembling, and their movements began to become slow.

It may be that in the next second, the two of them will not be able to support it.

"Miscalculated, there are too many people!"

Boom Boom!

The earth trembled, and a large crowd of people charged towards it with bone clubs in high alof.

"Boss, we're here!"

In the crowd, there were bears running on the strongest side, holding their bone sticks high and roaring.

A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Zhenxuan's mouth: "Only then did I realize that Xiong Da's voice is still quite good......

......

The scorching smell in the air is somewhat smoky.

When Ink Marks woke up, the flames in the valley were still burning.

Sui Zhong and several people were carried down, and Doctor Wang was treating their injuries.

This battle can be won, and the luck component accounts for the vast majority.

Mo Jian Xuan looked at his palm, and his gaze gradually became resolute.

"No matter what era it is, its own strength is the guarantee of everything. ”

He will always remember the saying: All misfortunes are caused by the incompetence of the people involved!

Although this is too absolute, there are too many powerless and unexpected things in life.

Nevertheless, this phrase has become his motto since today and will be practiced for the rest of his life!

"Boss!"

When the crying Meng Qing finally wet his clothes, Mo Jixuan smiled and patted her shoulder.

"It's all right, it's all over!"

He pulled out the headband from the cuff and retied it for Mengqing.

The four brothers looked at the scene in front of them, and their feelings were extremely complicated.

On the one hand, he was glad that the boss came back safe and sound, and on the other hand, he was itchy in the face of the rapidly improving relationship between the two.

"The Great Demon King is so blessed!"

A gruff voice shattered the silence.

Looking for prestige, a middle-aged man appeared in sight, he was eight feet tall, with a short beard, and his appearance was somewhat similar to that of Wuhuai Haoqing.

"Great Chief Wuhuai!"

"My son's matter, the Great Chief of Suizhong has informed me. Pity my son at the hands of the southern tribesmen, I just hate not being able to kill the murderer with my own hands!

Thanks to the Great Demon King for his righteous help, I killed the southern chieftain Nuo, I am very grateful for this great kindness!"

As he spoke, he knelt down on one knee and saluted with a fist towards Ink Marks.

Mo Zhenxuan hurriedly helped him up and said, "The big chief doesn't have to be like this, the dead are gone, the living rest in peace, and I hope the big chief won't be angry." ”

Wuhuai nodded yes.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then left without a heart.

After he left, Ink Marks asked strangely, "Why do I feel that this Wuwai Clan is more afraid of me than grateful?"

Youxiong's eyes widened and he said, "Boss, don't you know what you did?"

Mo Jian Xuan was curious, "What did I do?"

If the vision is not at a unified level, the same thing will be viewed differently.

It was still the same thing, the purgatory-like situation in the valley and the mysterious methods of the Ink Trace Xuan had spread throughout the five surrounding tribes during the time he had been unconscious.

At this point, the great name of Ink Mark Xuan was also completely established among the five tribes.

For the people of the Youxiong clan, Ink Mark Xuan has become a true god.

As for the people of the other tribes, Ink Marks Xuan has become a real Great Demon King.

For this result, Mo Jian Xuan was naturally happy in his heart.

came to this world and lived cautiously for more than a year. Today, he finally no longer bears the name of his previous life.

From today on, he is the Great Demon King, and the Great Demon King is him.

......

Generally, after the war, the finishing touches take a long time.

However, Mo Zhenxuan took the initiative to give up this opportunity to stand up again, and entrusted everything to the four brothers Mengqing and Youxiong.

He himself locked himself up.

First, he improved the Spirit Gathering Formation again, and he didn't stop until he reached the limit of what he could do now.

Later, he began to build boilers and let his people search for materials to make steel.

Pig iron alone was no longer enough for him, and he needed tougher steel.

Right now, the first fire-based spell has been completed, but with his current cultivation realm, it is somewhat unrealistic to want to use spiritual energy to refine it.

Moreover, he still needs a lot of practice to find the right method.

Coal is extremely important right now.

When a black stone was placed in front of him, the ink mark was like a treasure.

This thing was discovered by Xiong Er when he was hunting in the West Mountain, and listening to his description, it seems that the whole mountain is covered with this kind of black stone.

After the lessons of the last hunt, he did not rush to set off.

Instead, he told Sui Zhong first and invited him to travel with him.

Unfortunately, after Sui Zhong recovered from his serious injuries, there were faint signs of a breakthrough, and he was in retreat when Ink Trace Xuan invited him.

However, the messenger brought Chu Qingqing back.

Seeing Chu Qingqing standing in front of him vividly, Mo Zhenxuan had a headache.

I don't know what Chu Qingqing and Sui Zhong said, and what I didn't expect was that Sui Zhong, the five big and three thick people, turned out to be a big mouth.

In less than ten days, there are already many versions of the story.

What a big demon king bravely fights the beast and saves the beauty, what is the spring of the big demon king.

These are nothing, the most infuriating thing is: shock, the nature of the Great Demon King exploded, it was because Chu Qingqing said this......

What the hell is the shock department messing into!

Mengqing has been a little crazy recently, probably because of these rumors.

But Chu Qingqing didn't care, when the two met again, this woman who made Mo Zhenxuan's legs full of brains couldn't wait to stick her body to Mo Zhenxuan.

"I said, sister, can we stop pretending, or may I tell them about how scared you were at the time?"

Chu Qingqing's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly: "You try!"

Mo Zhenxuan raised his hands and said, "Just talk, why are you pinching me?"