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"Silence. The god muttered.

The two turned around and saw the master who spoke.

He was tall and dressed in red armor, and his long reddish-brown hair fluttered down, and even his pupils were red.

His eyes are indifferent, he is like the sun in the sky, everything will be surrendered to his feet, everything is vain, no one can compare with himself, compete with himself.

For I am the king, the King on high.

"The Fire Crow. When the god saw this man, he spoke.

"Fire Crow, isn't it a Golden Crow?" Sun Wukong wondered.

"The existence of the Golden Crow is supreme, they are just descendants with the blood of the Golden Crow. Shenju explained.

Sun Wukong nodded, looked at the red-armored man and did not speak.

"Humble strangers, return with me, and be free from punishment, or you will know the power of the sun. The Huowu man shouted coldly.

"The divine power of the sun?" Sun Wukong raised his hand to cover the light that was not too dazzling through the clouds and whispered.

"Bastard, you dare to be disrespectful to the sun?!" The Huowu man opened his mouth and scolded, Sun Wukong's actions just now were completely a kind of contempt in his eyes, contempt for their beliefs, this is absolutely not allowed!

Sun Wukong chuckled: "Disrespectful? Oh, you may have misunderstood, I just disrespected you." ”

Hearing this, the strength of the Huowu man's body suddenly exploded, his eyes burned together with his eyebrows, and the flames on his body were monstrous, which was very terrifying.

He erupted, he was angry, and faith would not allow to be trampled on, much less to be disrespected.

Especially this humble outsider. Humble ants, why did they come to the desolate world, bastards, why did they come to take away the resources of all races.

Why can't they collect the Dragon Soul of Youfang, which these aborigines can't collect, but they can't!

The fire of jealousy rises with the fire of anger. Infinite anger became his driving force, and he wanted to suppress this outsider, so that he would know that the dignity of all races should not be trampled on.

"Rampant!"

Sun Wukong smiled indifferently, it turns out that this guy is so fearless, and his cultivation is not low, if it is estimated that if it is divided according to the realm of the Immortal Dao Era, it should be at least the peak of the Heavenly Immortals, and he is only a half-step Heavenly Immortal, in the realm of true immortals. There is such a big realm in between.

It is like an insurmountable chasm, a bottomless abyss.

So he doesn't worry about his ability to fight back!

"Get ready for a moment of silence. Sun Wukong turned his head and smiled at the divine horse beside him.

Shenju nodded, his eyes becoming a little soft, a little powerless.

After the Huowu man saw the divine horse, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hmph, even if you regret it now, you know that it is too late to mourn, I will let you know what it means to know what it means to have a heaven outside the sky." I'll let you keep a memory. ”

The Fire Crow man laughed loudly, as if he had all this under his control. This group of ignorant outsiders. This group of ants, ridiculous things, does he still want to win back with his own things that no longer exist?

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, if you want to walk in this troubled world, you want to break out of this small world. Without strength, everything is in vain.

But he doesn't even have the strength to protect himself, it's so ridiculous, so sad.

But there was one thing that made him curious and surprised. Puzzled him.

That was the man's gaze, although the high cloak covered his face, but it was not difficult for him to feel a pair of disdainful eyes looking at him, no, it couldn't be regarded as a look at all, it was just a sweep.

It seems that he is not qualified to deserve more glances from him.

This is a great sorrow, but also a great provocation, this man's dignity has been provoked, he will not allow this man to be rampant, he will not allow this ant in front of him to despise him.

What qualifications does he have, a person who doesn't even have the strength to dare to be so rampant.

"You're killing yourself!" I don't know why, the Huowu man looked at Sun Wukong and roared hysterically.

Sun Wukong's gaze has not changed, and neither has the gaze of the horse beside him.

Suddenly, the Huowu man had a feeling that he had encountered an iron plate and a difficult person to deal with.

But after thinking about it, the man secretly scolded himself for being suspicious again, probably because the dragon platform had just opened, and these outsiders had just come in.

Such an ant, what is he powerful, and what is worthy of his own fear.

What else did he want to stir up with his own strength? Although he thought so, he didn't know why, this man didn't have the courage to take the initiative.

"It's just a mongrel with a hint of golden crow blood... No, slip of the tongue, miscellaneous birds, what is there to be proud of, do you really think that the sun in the sky rises for you? Do you really think that you are qualified to enter the sun? Sorry, you are not qualified, because you have always been a miscellaneous bird, and in front of the golden crow, you are only a miscellaneous bird that is not even qualified to lift your head. Sun Wukong spoke softly, he didn't know where this guy's so-called arrogance came from.

In fact, Sun Wukong is not a kung fu person, but this guy's so-called arrogance makes him really unhappy.

Shenju shook his head and smiled bitterly, in the face of this noisy miscellaneous fish, as for being so serious? Forget it, silent silence.

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to comment on me, a despicable and ridiculous existence, how can you comment on the Golden Crow Dashang, I have changed my mind, I don't plan to take you back, if you want to blame your ignorance, it hurt you, you must die today, to atone for your sins!" The Fire Crow man roared angrily, the flames were great, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and the anger was about to burn himself.

He will tear the man in front of him to pieces, he will slay him, let him die in the boundless flames of rage, humble and ridiculous existence, ignorant ants, the flames will consume you, along with the ashes!

He moved, he could not endure the anger in patience, his dignity would not allow provocation, his faith would not allow such ignorant ants to trample on.

So he must, must die!

The fire is monstrous, menacing, he strikes strongly, he wants to wash away the shame.

The flames were like the scorching breath in the mouth of a giant, like the clouds on the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, they seemed to cover the sky, and suddenly converged into a huge fist and smashed towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong didn't move, and the god horse shook his head with a sigh secretly, his eyes full of sadness.

After a breath, the fire came, and after another breath, he moved.

Under the high cloak, a pair of cold eyes glowed coldly, he would not be afraid of this flame, he had suffered countless punishments, these unknown flames, there was no way to arouse the fear in his heart.

Under the cold eyes, there is a fist that splits the sky.

The five white and slender fingers, the clenched fists seem to be so powerful, with endless explosive power.

There are no rules for this punch, it is very random, but the void around the fist light is gradually cracking.

With a bang, the cold fist wind blew the flames away, and a flash of fire that swept across the skyline flew upside down like a torn meteor.

Exiting a hundred feet, it landed on the side of the mountain in the distance, shaking down countless mountain rocks.

The cold wind blew the flames, scattered scattered, like the aftermath of fireworks.

The wind whistled incessantly, blowing at the hem of his sackcloth robe, but it could not blow off the cloak from his head.

Two handfuls of black hair broke free from the restraints, pierced through the cloak, and flew out, in the air, in the wind...

The Huowu man got up, looked at his arm incredulously, and broke his own law with a punch and destroyed half of his armor!

Isn't that what he cultivated? Isn't that much lower than himself? How did he do it?

This is impossible, with such a big gap in the realm, how did he fight back.

This Fire Crow man had no time to care about his body and injuries, and there were countless questions in his heart, and now he knew why his gaze was so cold and disdainful... Why is the horse beside him looking so sad, it turns out that the sadness in that gaze is himself.

"Roar!" the Fire Crow man roared angrily as he looked up to the sky, and he had no way to retreat but to fight to the death.

At a distance of hundreds of zhang, he didn't think that he could escape safely, so he could only choose to fight to the death, and there was only this road in front of him.

As early as the beginning, there was not only one road in front of me, but the other roads had been blocked by my own hands.

"Impossible, he must have borrowed the secret treasure, how can he fight back with such a big disparity. Given himself a reason that he thought was more plausible, he got back up.

The fire roared, accompanied by the black wind, like a fierce and furious beast.

Fire Crow Body!

A giant flame bird with wings spread for dozens of feet, with feathers on its head that only belong to the Wu tribe, burning with firelight, like a source, constantly swinging.

His gaze was incomparably haughty, and his eyes were burning with flames, like two small suns.

He wants to give it a go, to make a living!

"I'll tell you something, the gap between realms is an insurmountable chasm, and whatever you borrow, it's just a trick. "The fire roared, the anger was monstrous, the wings shook, and the wind and fire were in the sky.

He moved, and in the blink of an eye, boundless flames covered the land like an angry god of war.

In the blink of an eye, the firelight swallowed Sun Wukong, and after a while, there was a cold glow in the firelight.

The anger is like a whirlwind, even the sky is hundreds, but it can't cover this cold.

The black birds were not there, the wind and fire were whistling and dissipating, and a figure was reflected in the boundless whirlwind of flames.

He walked out of the flames step by step, rags and sackcloth, dancing with the wind, and the two black hairs that rushed out had no intention of going back...

The wind blew, the linen robe flew, reflecting the firelight, and walked out step by step.

Intact with no trace of change.

A whirlwind of flames rose behind him, but it couldn't disturb him.

A pair of slender and white fingers played with a feather feather feather burning with pure flames... Leap in the wind.

Swaying with tragedy.

"It's much weaker than the samadhi flame in the old Jundan furnace. ”

... (To be continued.) )