Xiao Ling slowly released his divine sense, and the space of divine consciousness confinement opened, and within three meters of his body, he was completely confined in his confinement.

The field of wood fire dao seedlings expanded rapidly, and the ancient trees of the sky were born out of thin air, and in the process of spreading, Xiao Ling on the rooftop was quickly surrounded by ambiguous masters.

The grass and green vines, full of life, cover the entire rooftop in a crazy expansion.

The tenth layer of spells is almost the highest level of spells that a combined monk can achieve. A magician of this level can invoke the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi within a range of thousands of miles and construct it into the spell.

Xiao Ling stood on the platform, and a large number of branches and vines poured around him. Affected by the imprisoned power of the divine sense, these branches and vines stopped within three meters of Xiao Ling. Vines and branches piled up around Xiao Ling to squeeze out a circular green wall, sealing Xiao Ling in a thick wood attribute aura.

The Wood Fire Dao people were still standing far away from Xiao Ling. Instead of fighting Xiao Ling head-on, the Wood Fire Dao people absorbed the lesson of Feng Yichen being knocked off the rooftop, and secretly decided to attack Xiao Ling only with spells from a distance.

The Wood Fire Daoist urged the spell attack to attack Xiao Ling.

The vine bundles shrank, and the thick rattan rolled towards Xiao Ling, intertwined and entangled into a net, and could not break through to the distance of three meters.

Ten thousand wood drills, one by one giant wood stumps turned into solid wooden cones in the air, shooting at Xiao Ling like arrows.

Leaf spinner, grass gold needle......

One by one, the wood attribute attack spells crackled and smashed down on Xiao Ling, and without exception, they couldn't break through the three-meter distance.

The Wood Fire Dao people felt the strange power within three meters of Xiao Ling's body from a distance. There is no light and formlessness, it is not the power of the true element, but the power is strong and does not urge, which makes the people of the Wood Fire Dao feel very embarrassed.

Feeling the powerful attack power of many wood-attribute spells, Xiao Ling exclaimed in his heart.

Whoever says that the magic attack is not as good as the true element attack, the magic attack of this wood fire Dao person is far stronger than the true element attack of most combined monks.

Although Xiao Ling resisted the spell attack with the power of divine sense imprisonment, he also felt that he was in a predicament. Xiao Ling tried to move his body and rush out of the dense forest area several times, but was blocked by strong spell attacks.

Trapped in the thick green wooden rattan walls around him, Xiao Ling slowly raised his hands. A spell hand that hadn't been practiced for a long time appeared in his hand.

Jin Kemu, breaking the wooden wall with a golden blade.

As soon as the thought in Xiao Ling's mind arrived, the golden blade technique in his hand quickly unleashed.

A flash of golden light flashed, and a sharp knife formed around Xiao Ling's body, flying in all directions.

With the growth of Xiao Ling's cultivation, Xiao Ling's various spell levels have also improved. At this time, Xiao Ling's Golden Blade Technique was at the level of the sixth layer.

The golden blade of the six-layer spell pierced into the green wall, making a depression in the green wall, and then dissipated into the air.

The thick green wall is simply not pierced by a golden blade.

Xiao Ling gritted his teeth, his hand became faster, and the golden blade surged out. With a crackling sound, the sawdust dissipated, and the space around Xiao Ling expanded to four meters.

But this four-meter space only lasted for a while, and Xiao Ling relaxed slightly, and the wooden wall thickened and pressed again.

Gold cutting wood, the speed is too slow after all, let's let the fire burn the wood!

As soon as Xiao Ling's mind arrived, he pinched the fire with his right hand and made a golden decision with his left hand. Fire, gold spells together.

The golden mangs were still shooting in all directions, and the fireballs were shuttling through it. Around Xiao Ling's body, there was red fire, and golden blades were intertwined.

The golden blade still sliced off the pieces of green wood, but the fireball disappeared into the green wall, dissipating without causing the slightest change in the green wall.

The eyes of the people in the distance narrowed slightly, and the breath in their noses was lightly exhaled. Sensing Xiao Ling's fireball technique, a contemptuous smile flashed across his face.

Play with fire with the wood fire people, and inherit the dark side of the axe!

The fireball shot by Xiao Ling was randomly decided by the Wood Fire Dao people, and all the fireballs were absorbed and compressed into the nearby grass and trees.

Plants and trees condense fire, and hide fire in wood, which is the best means of wood fire people.

In this dense vine of grass and trees, there is fire everywhere. As long as this wood fire dao person is willing, he can turn this dense forest into a sea of fire in an instant with just one thought.

Xiao Ling saw that the fireball technique was ineffective at all, and immediately stopped the magic in his hand.

It was obviously not wise to use spells against this wood fire man, and to deal with him, he still had to use other moves.

Xiao Ling now has a lot of attack methods, including the powerful Broken Wave Palm, the most convenient best spiritual weapon, the Yuan Spirit Sword, the three snatched Demon Clan's best magic weapons, the ten thousand poisonous demonic qi obtained by the Dao of Life and Death, and the method of breaking the love flute sound attack, the sad palm that he just comprehended.

To deal with this wood fire man, sound attack, poisonous gas, and magic weapons are easy to injure others by mistake. With a sad palm, it is difficult to lock the direction of the wood fire road people.

The Broken Wave Palm, this wonderful palm technique that Liu Buer comprehended in the barren slopes and wild forests back then, is very suitable for destroying this spell jungle.

Xiao Ling was thinking in his heart, and at the same time, the true element in his body was running, and the Broken Wave palm mantra was running in his heart.

Xiao Ling's body lunged, and his palms slowly pushed forward.

A wave of leaves fell, and silent fluctuations emanated from Xiao Ling's palms, spreading rapidly to all sides. The thick green wood wall could not stop the spread of the waves.

After Xiao Ling's palm was struck, all the plants and vines in the entire spell forest trembled suddenly.

In this trembling, there was a loud commotion in the dense forest. Leaves, vine leaves flying all over the air. Blades of grass break.

In Xiao Ling's palm, the body of the Wood Fire Dao Man also trembled, and his mind was blank in a short period of time. When I woke up, I felt the fallen leaves, and my heart was terrified.

Xiao Ling's palms didn't stop, his body moved step by step, and countless palm shadows flew one after another. Each of Xiao Ling's palms was spun and punched, covering in all directions.

The second wave of branches was broken, and stronger fluctuations spread from Xiao Ling to the dense forest.

The Wood Fire Dao was shocked in his heart, and a stronger tremor involuntarily appeared in his body. The noise around it intensified, occasionally interspersed with the sound of crackling branches.

The branches of the giant tree are broken, and only the main trunk remains. The rattan shook and fell, falling from the tall wood, coiling to the ground. The grass is lodging, and life is gone. A large amount of wood attribute aura overflowed.

Xiao Ling's palms didn't stop, and where his palms landed, he showed his strength.

Three waves of heartbreaking, this palm strike. The Wood Fire Dao man jumped up almost instinctively, jumped to a height of a thousand meters, and did not stop until his body did not shake.

Under the heart-shattering style, the dense forest was full of crackling sounds, the main trunks of giant trees were cracked, and the huge magic jungle was razed to the ground under this palm.

The fourth type of cracked stone, Xiao Ling did not hesitate to hit it.

After reaching the realm of merging, Xiao Ling used this broken wave palm for the first time. Under its profound True Yuan and powerful divine sense, the power of the Shattered Wave Palm also soared.

Beneath the cracked stones, fallen trees, vines, and grass stems shook and cracked.

These spell seedlings shattered, and the concentrated fire contained within them was immediately released.

The Wood Fire Dao man who was standing thousands of miles away in the void also noticed the situation on the rooftop, and several fires were duly shot out in his hands.

Burning wood and fire, the sea of fire in the dense forest should be decided.

Xiao Ling's movements did not stop at all, and the fifth type flew out of the latest chapter of the Purgatory Witch.

In the midst of a sharp tremble, a whirlwind blew on the platform. The moment the wood ignites the fire, the whirlwind blows.

When the whirlwind went, the wooden blocks that had not had time to be burned were shattered into powder, turning into a series of wood attribute aura and dissipating.

A whirlwind enveloped the entire platform in an instant, shattering all the wooden blocks on it. The wood attribute realm of the Wood Fire Dao people has completely disappeared.

But the fire borrowed the wind, and the wood was about to break, and it also released the concentrated fire within it.

The flames were under the remote control of the Wood Fire Dao people, and they all gathered towards Xiao Ling.

The flame goes from red to blue, from blue to purple, from purple to white, from white to colorless☆ and then becomes an illusory fire with an extremely high temperature.

Shrouded in scorching heat, Xiao Ling's speed became faster.

Six waves of thin and silent hair. There was no sound, and the monks outside the rooftop only felt that the entire rooftop shook in the void, and the many prohibitions on it collapsed one after another.

When the void stopped, the rooftop returned to calm, and Xiao Ling, who looked proudly, stood in the center of the rooftop, looking up at the void. The fires around it have all disappeared.

"Defeated, defeated. Xiao Ling Daoyou, you will be the deputy commander. I'm taking it orally. The voice floated, and the Wood Fire Dao people slowly flew down from the sky. When standing on the broken rooftop, he was still far away from Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling hugged his fist at the wood fire daoist: "Accept!" Spit out two words, Xiao Ling's body was illusory, and he disappeared on the rooftop.

The monks in the audience were in an uproar, this Xiao Ling was almost cool in their hearts. A palm blows the wind and dust. Destroy the wood fire spell of the wood fire path people in a few palms. Won two games in a row and won two games. Effortlessly handsome.

The optical recorder that recorded Xiao Ling's two battles was expensive in the trading market and was robbed.

The ranking list of monks of the anti-demon army directly ranked Xiao Ling in the first place. All the other monks on the list moved down one place.

In the face of the change in the list, most of the monks were convinced. Occasionally, after seeing the two battles recorded by the light recorder, or secretly visiting Feng Yichen, who was covered in bruises, he also dispelled the idea of challenge.

On the second day, no one was in front of the registration desk for the investiture challenge, and no one came to sign up for the challenge.

On the third day, no one came.

On the fourth day, outside the empty investiture roof, several monks in charge of challenging the registration were resting on their backs.

A red cloud floated in the sky, and a handsome monk in a red robe stood above it.

The red cloud was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was on the challenge registration table.

The monk landed in front of the platform, and the floating red cloud condensed into a red sword and entered his body.

The monk looked up at the handwriting on the rooftop and could see what it was about. He snorted lightly in his nose, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he said in his mouth: "Xiao Ling! I found you so easily." I will slay you today and bring you back to the main hall. ”

As he spoke, the cardinal raised his hand and struck at the monk who was resting on the registration table.

The light of the fire was not fast, but it fell impartially on the monk who was lying on his back.

The flames emitted a puff of smoke from the monk's body, and the monk jumped up in pain, and the natal spiritual weapon in his body was sacrificed, and he looked at the cardinal monk angrily.

The cardinal's eyes were like torches, and he looked at the registered monk with contempt, and raised his hand to throw out a talisman with the words 'Hall of Stars' written on it.

The red-clothed monk's slightly domineering voice came out: "Jielong, the envoy of the Stellar Palace, wants to challenge the position of deputy commander. Let that Xiao Ling come out!"