Chapter 163: The Flames of the Southern World (Part II)

The flames in the southern sky were not small, but everyone only glanced at them and ignored them.

After all, it's just a big fireball technique, and although it is powerful, if it can't hit, it's in vain.

What made Shen Yun strange was that in this big fireball, there seemed to be a smaller spark in the core, like a firebird and a fire snake, swaying, and the incandescent color was terrifying.

Probably Qingshi also sensed the spell cast by the south of the world, and the power was extraordinary, so he pointed to ** with one hand, and the ** who originally chased the little monk into the desert and fled, a hula circle, whining, rolling in, smashing towards the south of the world.

Nantian burst into a shout, the magic trick in his hand changed slightly, and his face suddenly turned white, only to see that fireball technique, instantly turned into a firelight, and with a "whoosh" sound, he shot bluestone, and he was alone, turned around and left.

When the heat wave hit, although Qingshi was not panicked, his body squatted slightly, bounced, and jumped to the side for several feet.

With a pop, a large fireball smashed into the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

At this time, the ** in the sky flew to the top of Nantian's head, Nantian shouted, and threw out a defensive magic weapon to resist, but the person turned around and rushed to the bluestone.

At this time, the fireball disappeared into the mountains and disappeared without a trace.

Shen Yun originally wanted to use the double stabs of the soul to cooperate with the attack, but before he could make a move, he saw that Nantianxia had failed to make a contribution, and immediately sighed secretly, and thought of a plan to lure the snake out of the hole in his heart.

Qingshi stared at Nantianxia and snorted coldly, his face was even more murderous, but he turned his body and chased after Shen Yun again.

Shen Yun passively retreated, secretly making up his mind in his heart, planning to escape, thinking about what to say to provoke him, so as to lure Qingshi away.

Nantian suddenly smiled, pointed at the air with one hand, and his flying sword turned into more than half a zhang in the wind, and quickly slashed towards the bluestone.

A sneer flashed on Qingshi's face, and he avoided it slightly, and only smashed it forward with one fist, and with a "bang", he knocked the flying sword in the south of the world away.

Shen Yun twisted his body, and suddenly found that under the feet of the bluestone, two incandescent flames rose silently, burning along his legs.

Qingshi let out a terrible scream, and hurriedly bent down to put out the fire.

The fat man in the black robe was stunned when he saw the bluestone being ignited, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly retreated. "Bang", I don't know when, a blasting pill flew close to the front and exploded, shaking my head dizzy, and I took a few steps back again.

After such a while, Qingshi had already become a fire man, with a miserable scream in his mouth, and his hands pounced on the flames on his body, but he couldn't extinguish them, and the flames were simply burning from his body outward.

However, in an instant, Qingshi's whole body was swallowed by the flames, and he rolled to the ground, his cyan skin burning under the flames, and his entire body gradually shrank to the size of an ordinary person.

The little monk and the white-faced scholar glanced at each other, they were both overjoyed, and they shouted loudly in their mouths, respectively, to make magic weapons and kill the fat man in black robes.

Seeing that Qingshi was killed, the fat man in the black robe knew that something was wrong, so he withdrew and flew back, ignoring the refining corpse and the ghost wolf in the fierce battle.

At this time, Qingshi had already lost its voice, and only the flames were blazing.

Nantian beckoned at this time, only to see the bluestone under the flames, a small white flame floated out of his body, flying towards Nantian, instantly flying into his sleeve, disappearing.

The fat man in the black robe was dumbfounded, how had he ever heard that the spell had been struck, and he could actually take it back? Could it be a flame magic weapon?

He took a deep breath, dodged several attacks, and instructed the ghost bone wolf demon to pounce on Feng Botao.

He flew with both hands and pinched his hands violently, and in an instant, a faint blood light flashed on his body, and a red light was revealed on his body, which was his trick to save his life: the essence blood escape technique!

The essence blood escape technique is a pure running spell, once cast, it can fly a long distance at extreme speed, but the side effects are also obvious, because this spell needs to burn the essence blood all over the body to speed up, so even if it is cast for a short time, it will take months to recuperate, but now it is obviously not so much.

Feng Botao shouted, the shield blocked the ghost bone wolf demon, and threw it with one hand, and a white mang covered the fat man in black robe head-on, which was his fishing net magic weapon.

At this time, the fat man in the black robe suddenly palpitated, and saw a cold light not far away, and a meteor came like a moon.

The black-robed fat man was shocked, he knew the power of the Soul Thorn, so he had to stop the magic trick in his hand and retreat for the time being.

After a moment's delay, everyone rushed to the vicinity.