Facing the huge fireball that was about to destroy the White Pavilion, Hanyu Bai's solemn face flashed, and then he bit his lower lip hard, drank a sip of his own blood, and began to perform the secret technique of the exercises.

In the next second, I saw a rapid red aura flashing on her body, and every time the light flashed, her figure increased by a point.

At the same time, her skin, bones, and body shape have changed dramatically. That is, in the blink of an eye, a female monster dozens of meters tall and covered in scale armor appeared out of thin air and protected the white pavilion under him.

With the size and weight of the green prison, the Hanyu White Behemoth was easy to lift. However, there is no such thing as heavenly fire that the monk's body can fight.

Even the strongest body, if it comes into contact with the heavenly fire like this, it will be burned into a mess of rotten flesh. What's more, this fire was burning above her head, and with her physical strength and body protection aura, she couldn't last much time at all.

When the division commander Rong saw this situation, his heart was sour.

"I didn't expect that there are such chivalrous people in this world!"

She didn't plan to let Hanyu Bai's big monster die like this, so she immediately used her maximum firepower to turn into a fist and slam it at her stomach.

Hanyu Bai was instantly knocked away by this huge impact, and his eyes looked up fiercely, just as he saw an even larger ball of fire bombarding the green prison fireball from top to bottom.

"Is that guy helping?!" she went crazy, and the situation was still clear. "Could it be that the man was afraid that the secret treasure of the small world would be destroyed by fire, so he came to the rescue?

Unfortunately, she guessed wrong.

The moment the two fireballs collided, the Vulcan Forge used its undoubted power to burn the weak chicken above his head to ashes. This is still when the division commander Rong's aura is insufficient, the golden pill is damaged, and there is a locust in the body to make trouble.

After solving other people's troubles, she began to deal with the troubles in her own stomach.

"Drow, listen to me, stop your thief or I'll kill you in a moment! Hey, you're pretending I can't hear, stop!"

In the heart of the division commander Rong, Zhuoer really couldn't hear it, not pretending. At this time, he was still absorbing the cultivation of the spiritual root and the fire god casting, but the wonderful feeling before completely disappeared, replaced by a feeling of fullness in the abdomen, as if a person with two catties of food ate forty or fifty catties at a meal, and his belly was about to explode.

His spiritual root level was too low, and his growth rate was limited, so it was impossible to refine Shi Chang Rong's cultivation. But the problem is that now he can't stop absorbing at all, and he can't help himself at all.

What's even worse is that those Fire God Forged power that cannot be absorbed rushed straight to the top of his head, and his eyes seemed to be melted by flames, which was very painful.

Seeing that his threat had no effect, Division Commander Rong hurriedly turned into a storm of flames and killed Uma, snatched the Heavenly Hell Staff from him, and then threatened loudly: "Stop it, if you suck it up again with your cultivation, you will die! If you don't stop, I will destroy the stick that holds your friend!"

After that, she waited for a while, but there was still no response, and the cultivation continued to drain.

On the side of the White Pavilion, the monks were horrified when they saw the true power of the Fire God Cast. If they can cultivate into Jindan, they are naturally all smart people. Knowing that he couldn't defeat the enemy in front of him, he just turned into a retreat and ran away.

Inside the White Pavilion, the members of the Coordination Group on standby at the cross-border gate had already taken away the secret treasure of the small world, opened the teleportation array and teleported to London. As for the other monks, they all used their magical powers to escape from S City.

What was once the capital of monks has now become a place where no one wants to stay for a long time.

Division Commander Rong didn't make a move when he saw Zhuo'er so threatening, knowing that he might be in trouble. So he hurriedly retrieved his scattered flying sword, turned into a light and flew away, landing in an inconspicuous suburban woods.

To her, her little cultivation is actually nothing. After all, she is still young, only in her seventies, and her cultivation is less than sixty years. Even if she loses it all, she is still a serious Jindan monk, and this will not change.

What was worrying was the Vulcan Forge, which had become one with her, and she didn't want this Divine Weapon to drain the Fall Rank because of Drow's greed.

After making sure that no one was chasing behind him and everything was safe, Division Commander Rong landed on the ground, stripped off from the Fire God Cast, and transformed into his original form. Then, she opened her mouth and tried to spit out the flying sword Drow.

As soon as Zhuo Er showed the hilt of his sword, Shi Chang Rong felt a sharp pain in his throat and a strong burning sensation. Reaching out to grasp the hilt of the sword, he found that Drow's flying sword had somehow been contaminated with a large amount of fire aura, and it had become as hot as a red-hot soldering iron.

As a Jindan monk, this ordinary heat can be tolerated, and the throat injury is nothing. So she endured the pain and pulled Drow out of her body and held it in her hand.

At this time, the flying sword Zhuo'er was flushed red and hummed. Its blade is a little smaller than before, but it is more refined. This is understandable, after all, he has just been burned by the Heavenly Fire cast by the Fire God, which is equivalent to a forging process, and many impurities in it have been removed.

"Wait, did all those impurities stay in my stomach?" Shi Chang Rong frowned a little unpleasantly, no one had ever left something in his body. Forget it, it doesn't matter.

She threw Drow to the ground, and examined the Vulcan Fort with a heartbroken face.

"Fortunately, it doesn't seem to have much to lose. Then he checked his cultivation, "Huh...... It doesn't seem like there's much to lose. ”

As a monk, Drow was too weak. A small ant in the Ning Dan stage, even if a big cake is placed in front of it, it can't eat much by itself. When the division commander Rong dragged him out, all the cultivators he had swallowed spit out and returned to the inner dan.

Seeing this, the division commander Rong breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the secret method and changed Zhuoer back.

Drow in his human form curled up on the ground, red and shivering in pain. At this time, he was badly burned and his skin was cracked. Division Commander Rong was not surprised to see this situation.

"What's going on?!Drow, you, how the hell did you do it, why are you ???? mortal?"

The so-called metamorphosis is a state of cultivation that only a cultivator encounters. Some resemble snake pythons molting their skins and moths breaking their cocoons. Whoever succeeds in transforming into an ordinary person, his physical strength will rise to a higher level.

Zhuoer turned into a sword, circled in the stomach of the division commander Rong, was forged by the fire god, and inexplicably completed a metamorphosis. Ordinary body refining cultivators may not be able to experience it once even if they have cultivated to the Casting Dan stage, which is a very rare breakthrough.

Seeing this situation, the happiest person was naturally Shi Changrong. She quickly understood the principle of Zhuo'er Mortal, and her heart was extremely excited.

"It turns out that the sword transformation technique plus the integration of human swords and the fire god casting such a fire god will produce such an effect. Haha, my luck is so good, this discovery is enough to make me famous in history!"

Just when she was busy with pride, Zhuoer on the ground suddenly sat up, meditated, and slowly opened his closed eyes. It was his body's natural reaction, and the metamorphosis was about to begin.

However, the mutations don't stop there.

As Zhuoer's eyes were fully opened, a golden light shot out of his eyes, shaking the division commander Rong of the Jindan period fiercely, a little dazzled.

"What a situation. ”

Division Commander Rong hurriedly came to Zhuo'er to check, only to see a raging flame burning in his golden pupils, which seemed to be heavenly fire.

"It's weird, is this kid blessed and has adventures?"