Drought Fish, the spirit in the fire, in the fire domain, it is almost an invincible existence, thousands of years ago, when the isocrystalline was formed, it was derived, when more than a dozen martial arts sects broke in, it was forced to retreat alone, and more than a dozen people fell half, and the remaining half also fled in panic, never dared to break into the fire domain again.

Although he had the assurance of burning the old man, looking at the monster that was two feet tall and covered in purple flames, Feng Hao couldn't help but tremble.

"Shhh

The marl opened its fanged mouth and let out a deafening roar that rolled in and the flames around it tumbled against its tall body, like a demon of hell.

At the same time, the Thousand Miles of Flame Mountain changed because of its roar, and one after another fire dragons rose up, soaring into the sky, and the fire in the fire domain expanded rapidly, directly engulfing the martial artists who were originally very close.

"What's going on?"

The people on the faint periphery seemed to hear the roar of the drought, and suddenly they all looked into the depths of the Flame Mountain in horror.

People who are close to the ground have naturally heard rumors that there are spirits derived from this Flame Mountain, and every time it gets angry, it will expand the scope of the Flame Mountain.

And this time, it seems to be even more ferocious!

Seeing the churning flames in front of them, everyone's faces became solemn.

"Has someone offended it again?!"

Thinking of this, the surrounding crowd couldn't stop retreating, and it took more than ten miles to stop.

Looking at the fire dragon churning above the sea of fire, they talked even more.

"Oops!"

Although it was far away, Qingwu also felt the change in the temperature around her, looking at the red sky from afar, her thin eyebrows also frowned slightly.

"Although he can have a secret technique of fire prevention, with his great martial artist realm, how can he be the opponent of a drought with the peak strength of the Martial Sect?"

Although she was worried about this, her figure did not move at all, and she just murmured softly, "Does he still have a means to deal with the drought fish?"

The fire was surging, like the ups and downs of the Hanhai Sea, Feng Hao was directly swept away by this thrust, floating in mid-air, smoky by the red and purple flames around him, even if he had an ice attribute martial yuan body, he felt that his body was about to crack, every inch of his skin was red, and every pore of his was also hot that was visible to the naked eye.

"Shhh

The drought's big foot took a step forward, fell heavily, raised its head, opened its mouth, and a mouthful of purple flame dragon gushed out from its terrifying mouth, heading straight for Feng Hao.

"Boom!"

Looking at the purple dragon that came straight up, the corners of Feng Hao's mouth twitched, and he accelerated the absorption of Wu Jing's energy, and Wu Yuan sprayed and fell violently to the ground.

"Ahem!"

Rubbing rapidly with the surrounding flames, Feng Hao's body seemed to be burned, and his heart was stuffy, and a few mouthfuls of blood spurted out directly, which was the exit, and the flames burned directly into nothingness.

"Master!"

I secretly exhaled in my heart.

"Leave it to me!"

The old man's voice was full of caution, and before the words fell, a majestic aura as strong as the Hanhai overflowed, wrapping Feng Hao's body in it, and the majestic aura made the surrounding flames present an isolated area, and he couldn't get close to him at all.

His body, under the humanized and doubtful gaze of the drought fish, slowly floated up, he was like a god, a pair of dark and deep eyes without boundaries, a majestic momentum, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Shhh

Sensing the threat, the drough let out a terrible roar, causing the flames around it to gather even more, and the thick flames, as if liquidized, formed a magma-like existence in this flame.

Seeing its performance, a touch of indifferent sarcasm appeared at the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, and one arm slowly stretched out.

"Shhh

The drought that existed in the magma suddenly struggled frantically, in its purple-black eyes, revealing deep fear, it opened its terrifying mouth, desperately spewing purple fire, magma soaring, but its body, still as if it was grabbed by an inexplicable palm, slowly peeled away from the magma.

The terrible roar of the drought fish spread far away, and the crowd far away from the flaming mountain also heard it, looking at the crazy flames in the flaming mountain, everyone's heart trembled with its roar.

"It's screaming?"

"Who the hell went in?"

"This is impossible, unless it is Wu Zun's shot!"

All sorts of voices spread wildly from the crowd, and everyone was almost certain that someone was fighting the idea of the isocrystal, and that they had already fought with the Drought Fish, and seemed to have the upper hand.

After some speculation, everyone was full of emotion, and all their eyes were looking at the changes in the sea of fire, all looking forward to the appearance of that unknown martial artist.

Faintly, the sorrowful howl of the drought reached Qingwu's ears, and her slightly frowning brow slowly spread.

"Sure enough, he is a very resourceful person!"

At the corners of her mouth, a cold smile was outlined, and a pair of charming eyes shimmered

"Shhh

No matter how hard the drought fish struggled, its huge body was still stripped from the magma, and in the void, it was still struggling frantically, and the howl in its mouth was even more terrible.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came out of Feng Hao's mouth, and the palm that stretched out was slightly clenched, and green tendons appeared, as if this fist was very difficult.

Then, not far from him, the floating dazy was even more crazy, his body seemed to be grasped by a large hand, his body kept making a crunching sound, and it was slowly shrinking, and clumps of purple magma scattered down from his body.

"Crush me!"

With a cold voice, Feng Hao's palm clenched violently.

"Shhh

"Poof!"

With a terrible howl, the huge body of the drought was directly crushed, scattered into magma raindrops and scattered into the sea of fire, and in the air, only a purple-red round bead was suspended there.

beckoned slightly, and the purple-red beads flew towards Feng Hao and held them in his hands.

"It's okay, reluctantly, it's no problem to find a good piece of iron and hit a medium-grade spiritual weapon. ”

The old voice of the burning old man came out.

"The rest is up to you!"

Before the words fell, the Hanhai energy surging around Feng Hao's body suddenly sank, without the support of this energy, his body fell directly, and the one who fell was called miserable.