The wings behind the four-winged flame demon were agitated to the limit, and he took the initiative to attack at a speed that was not much inferior to Chang Hao, and the claws that had been fleshed off by the sword qi had been repaired at some point. The magma has calmed down, and the fluctuations of magic in the sky above the lava field have dissipated, but the killing power that is ten times greater than before has quietly spread.

The Four-Winged Flame Demon tried to defeat Chang Hao with his equally powerful physical attacks.

Chang Hao almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh wildly, this fire demon is so cute!

Chang Hao has not slackened his tempering of his physical body since he won the victory against the two major mercenary groups of human beings, because whether the physical body is strong or not will directly affect whether he can use the most powerful swordsmanship as a sword cultivator.

In ancient times, there was a popular saying in the oriental sword cultivation: the sword is cultivated before the body, and this ancient saying is by no means untargeted.

When Chang Hao first embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, he once asked the old man: Why did so many sword moves in ancient times always need to reach the corresponding realm to practice? Just like in some RPG games, the protagonist needs to reach this or that LV level in order to unlock the next ultimate or special skill, this kind of rigid setting makes him dislike it very much.

Later, the old man's words made Chang Hao wake up like a dream.

It turns out that whether it is a sword cultivator or not, while performing a powerful skill, the caster himself needs to bear a considerable amount of reaction force. If the caster's physical strength is very average, then not only will he not be able to cast skills, but he may even be injured by the reaction force in the process of casting the spell, and his internal organs may even be life-threatening.

Ordinary people's wrist muscles and carpal bones lack corresponding exercise, let alone let them raise their swords and swing at high speed continuously, I am afraid that they will feel sore wrists just a few times, if they are hard regardless of muscle strength, then their wrist muscles will be torn and their wrist bones will be damaged, which is the reaction force, the simplest physical theorem.

The various cultivation realms set in ancient times can distinguish the individual strength of monks to a large extent, and all of them have the setting that such and such exercises need to be supported by the cultivation of such and such a realm.

And now Chang Hao has refined nearly thirty percent of the dragon blood in his body, and he can burst out with nearly 100,000 catties of terrifying power with all his strength.

The huge body of the Four-Winged Flame Demon collided with Chang Hao, and the two completely disproportionate bodies fought continuously in the scorching air. The four-winged flame demon "swam" in the air like a flying fiery red giant snake, and every swing of the claw went straight to Chang Hao's head, he still had a fluke mentality and instantly sent a few high-level flame magic to Chang Hao, but these flames would suddenly disappear when they were a few meters away from Chang Hao, it seemed that the Flame Lord's Ring was indeed worthy of the resounding name of its owner.

As the gatekeeper of this lava field, he is second only to the Abyss Lord Agomoto, and he can enjoy the "voluntary" sacrifices of the creatures of the earth every day, even the most famous magicians in the Human Empire bow their heads when they see him here.

But now, his fire magic is completely exempt from this human, and his physical power is equally insignificant. He had just swung his paw over, and when he retracted, he had lost two fingers, and he had just caught a glimpse of the dead dwarf with the Mediterranean hairstyle, but he had flown a little slower, and the abominable and damned man had made a great hole in his wings with his sword.

Chang Hao, who beat the water dog, kicked his nose and face, and locked his elbow on the twisted horns of the four-winged flame demon that represented his demon clan identity, and the strength of 100,000 jin exploded, breaking the demon's horns violently, and then a sword was ruthlessly inserted deep into his throat, along the esophagus of this guy, and he was almost cut in half on the spot.

The four-winged flame demon didn't even have time to scream, he lost his balance in mid-air and fell to the extinct volcano, his huge body crushed the mountains of countless bones, and was smashed into the magma by the disemboweling belly, splashing a huge wave of magma more than ten meters high, but his stomach was strangely without any organs.

I have to say that the four-winged flame demon is indeed hard, even if he suffered this fatal injury, he still did not die on the spot, magma seems to be his best first aid medicine, I saw that the magma poured into his huge stomach as if consciously, his fatal wound began to heal at a slow speed under the repair of the flame element, and even his broken horns were growing back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chang Hao remembered the white bones piled up next to the extinct volcano before, there were no traces of gnawing on those white bones, but they were dissolved alive by magma, and now he knew the reason. It turned out that those underground creatures dissolved all the nutrients of their flesh and blood in the magma, and the four-winged fire demon could directly ingest the nutrients and energy he needed in the magma, which was really a cruel and vicious sacrifice ritual.

"This four-winged flame demon still has some skills, and if he didn't have this Flame Lord's Ring, it would have been a bit of trouble to get him. Chang Hao returned to Orn's side and rubbed the ring on his hand lightly: "I think it's time for this to be returned to its original owner." ”

"As the saying goes, the sword is given to the hero, and the pink is given to the beauty, if you don't help me, let alone collect Taiyuan stone, whether you can go out alive is two words. Aoen hurriedly grabbed Chang Hao's hand and pressed the ring back, with an expression of seeing a live **.

"Not reluctantly?" Chang Hao smiled brightly, isn't this comrade very good.

"It's not reluctant, it's righteous. "Orn is righteous.

Chang Hao looked at the clusters of Yitaiyuan stones blooming like blood flowers on the magma, in exchange for the previous one, he would have already wielded the Moon Rainbow Sword to harvest the spoils of war, but as soon as he thought of Chang Ge and they were still trapped in the warping point of space, he suddenly lost this desire.

Suddenly, the sound of magma churning in the lava field seemed to have weakened a lot, as if someone had used a remote control to reduce the volume echoing in Chang Hao's ears, Chang Hao suddenly felt a cold in his body for no reason, he instinctively sensed that a powerful and dangerous aura was near him, his eyes subconsciously looked at the air beside him, there was obviously nothing there, but it gave him a strong feeling that someone was watching him, and this feeling was even so strong that he couldn't help but make a move!

Immortal cultivators will always believe in their first instinct, but whenever there is the slightest sign, it will attract their enough attention, not to mention the feeling of this cold air rushing straight to the top of the heavenly spirit, if you want to say that there are no ghosts here, who will believe it!

Chang Hao raised his finger and shot a sword qi over, and sure enough, the chilling sword qi that shot out seemed to have traveled a long distance in a short period of time, and every little distance it advanced would intensify its energy consumption, and when this wisp of sword qi could finally touch that completely invisible existence, its remaining power had weakened to the point that it was like a bubble blown out by a child, looking colorful, but it collapsed at the touch of a button.

"Hehehehe, it's good, you can actually defeat my slave. ”

Finally, the existence that made Chang Hao urge the golden pupils to be indistinctly revealed his true face after letting out a burst of absent-minded laughter.

The massive spherical body seemed to float half in defiance of gravity, and the palpitating one-eyed took up half of his body, and it was impossible to count how many sharp tentacles danced in the air, each pulling a dizzying afterimage, and they transformed into the most insidious hunters, and if one was not careful, those tentacles would pierce through the head of their prey.

He was like a monster that had flowed from the Cthulhu Mythos to the real world, and every time he looked at him, Orn felt an inexplicable darkness grow in his heart.

He is the Abyss Lord, Agomoto.