At the beginning, outside the ruins of the Iron Desert Wasteland Spirit Dao Sect, Zhang Hao had seen Fujita Xu use this beastly arm to hunt down the eighth-level sect master.

And this kind of beast ** left an extremely deep impression on him, and after he came out of the ruins of the Spirit Dao Sect, Fujita Xu died, and everyone left.

Now seeing this beastly arm, my mind suddenly recalled the scene outside the ruins of the Spirit Dao Sect.

And Liu Du also remembered what he saw at this time, and mocked with disdain: "Grace will take revenge, is this what your Song family did?"

"Hmph, he was looking for death by himself at the beginning, and he couldn't complain about others!"

Song Wufeng not only did not feel the slightest guilt about this, but looked at his beastly palms with a smug face and said.

After the sneak attack on Fujita Xu, he took away one of the Na rings in his hand.

Later, he found that there was not only a beast ** in this ring, but also a demon beast pill, so he couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart and began to practice this ** in retreat.

By luck, not only did he succeed in his cultivation, but his cultivation also broke through to the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and he created a group of demonized guards for the Song family.

Of course, it is impossible for him to spread this kind of **, but he just used a secret technique recorded in ** to transform these guards into a batch of things that are not human or ghost.

Although these people are very different from ordinary people, judging from the results achieved, they are worth it.

Elder Minglong, who was standing in the crowd, heard Zhang Hao mention the four words of the Iron Desert Wasteland at this time, and immediately remembered his junior brother Mingyang, who felt a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, and retreated with a deep sigh.

No matter what the outcome of this matter is, he doesn't want to meddle in it again.

What supreme hegemony, what glory and wealth, at his age, he has long stopped talking about these things in his heart. Since Yuan Sicheng ignored the rules of thousands of years and insisted on making a move against the cultivators, it was not something he could control.

"Are you ready?"

Song Wufeng looked at everyone's expressions one by one, but a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes were fixed on Zhang Hao and asked.

In his heart, he was already thinking about how to use these iron claws to tear the other party to shreds later. Perhaps only then will the anger in his heart subside.

"Hope you won't regret it!"

Seeing that Song Wufeng was eager to try, Zhang Hao shook his head slightly, and as soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared in place with an afterimage.

When Elder Wang of the Dao Sect saw this scene, his pupils suddenly constricted.

The speed displayed by Zhang Hao was beyond even his reach, and it was only at this moment that Elder Wang felt the severity of the matter.

Song Wufeng only felt that Zhang Hao's figure was lost as soon as the flower in front of him was gone, and under the constriction of his pupils, he didn't think about it, and turned around and waved a claw behind him.

The sharp sound of breaking the air faintly brought a hint of sound, but before a smile could appear on his face, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Slowly looking down, he saw a fist with silver flames passing through his chest from the back.

At this moment, Song Wufeng seemed to can't believe the scene he saw in front of him, and blinked vigorously.

At this moment, the silver flame that swirled around that fist suddenly rose, enveloping him in an instant, and a terrible howl sounded from Song Wufeng's mouth.

Listening to the heart-rending screams, everyone's hearts were cold, and even the Dao Sect King Elder had a faint chill in his heart at this time.

Among these people present, he may be the only one who clearly saw the moment when Zhang Hao made a move.

Just when Zhang Hao's figure brought up an afterimage, he had already come to Song Wufeng's back, and now he was no longer the fledgling kid, and he did not treat the enemy with the slightest mercy.

He has seen a lot of things like being injured by a tiger in the past two years when he was outflow, and Song Wufeng is a living example of what happened to him.

If he hadn't been allowed to escape outside Wushuang City, Zheng Yun and the others would not have encountered so much trouble.

So when he shot this time, Zhang Hao didn't have the slightest intention of letting go of this person, and his body shook and brought up an afterimage to Song Wufeng's back and just wanted to punch out.

When he realized something, he suddenly turned around and grabbed the beastly arm, but it was already a step too late.

Just as Song Wufeng turned around and swung out this claw, Zhang Hao's fist was instantly wrapped in a layer of silver flames.

The temperature of the Immortal Starfire was terrifying, the moment this fist touched Song Wufeng's back, the terrifying temperature of the Starfire had already burned the layer of fine scale armor covering his body, and then passed through his back silently.

"Feng'er ......"

Song Wufeng's heart-rending screams brought everyone back to their senses, and the old head of the Song family rushed up with a roar when he saw his grandson who was wrapped in silver flames.

But before he could rush in front of Zhang Hao, that silver flame receded from Song Wufeng's body like a tide.

After the silver flames completely disappeared, Song Wufeng, who let out a miserable scream, disappeared, leaving only a handful of dust drifting with the breeze.

But the old man of the Song family was stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

On the Liu family's side, when Liu Kaiyuan saw this scene, the muscles on the old man's face kept trembling. That silver flame gave him a feeling of extreme fear.

Song Wufeng, who was in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, didn't even hold on to a breath under the incineration of this silver flame, which shows how terrifying the temperature contained in this flame is.

Elder Minglong's eyes also showed a look of shock at this time, and the true fire in his body fluctuated even more. From this fluctuation, Elder Minglong could feel a thick sense of fear.

Looking at the silver flame that retracted Zhang Hao's body like a tide, he gently spit out two words in his mouth: "Heavenly Fire ......"

Perhaps in his heart, only the Heavenly Fire would make the True Fire in his body feel terrified, but he didn't know that even the kind of flame generated by Heaven and Earth would have to surrender in front of the Immortal Starfire.

"Skyfire? I didn't expect you to have such a thing?"

At this time, Elder Wang of the Dao Sect also reacted that Song Wufeng's death was not the slightest surprise to him, perhaps at the beginning, he had expected such a result.

If there was any accident, I am afraid that he did not expect Song Wufeng to die so soon.

In his mind, a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant would never die so easily, at least he thought that he would not be able to take his life with one move.

It's just that it doesn't matter now, when he saw the silver flame that had been withdrawn from Zhang Hao's body, his eyes showed greed.

Heavenly fire, this is something that has a fatal attraction for alchemists, and in this world, the number can probably be counted in the palm of one hand.

But there are very few people who can actually contain this flame.

It is because this kind of flame is extremely rare and powerful that most of the alchemists and refiners choose the true fire in the body of the demonic beast.

Something like Tianhuo, many people have been looking for it all their lives and have no chance to see it, and now it suddenly appears in front of them, if you want to say that you are not tempted, it is absolutely fake.

Therefore, Elder Wang, who was originally jealous in his heart, took a deep breath at this time, as if he had made some serious decision, and stared at Zhang Hao with his eyes: "Tianhuo stays, I can spare you from dying today!"

In Elder Wang's eyes, the flames that could turn Song Wufeng into ashes in an instant, I am afraid that there is no better explanation than the Heavenly Fire.

However, he didn't know that even the Heavenly Fire could not incinerate a primordial infant cultivator in just one breath.

And even the primordial infant in his body can't escape.

In this cultivation realm, only a very small number of people knew that there was an even more terrifying flame above the Heavenly Fire. This flame has the power to destroy the world.

It's just that there are very few people who know that this kind of flame exists, and even Lingxuzi happened to see the above record in the ancient books handed down by the Lingdao Sect.

It was naturally impossible for this Elder Wang to know that the silver flame in Zhang Hao's body was not a Heavenly Fire at all, but an even more terrifying Ten Thousand Flame Supreme.

When he saw the power of this silver flame, he concluded that it was an extremely rare kind of heavenly fire, and he wanted to take it for himself.

"Hand over the Skyfire?"

Zhang Hao looked at the righteous Elder Wang with a strange expression, but he secretly shook his head in his heart.

Since the subduing of the Immortal Spark, I don't know how many people want to fight the idea of this flame, but those people ......

The corners of his mouth slightly lifted a mocking smile, and Zhang Hao showed a playful expression on his face: "You will really spare my life?"

Although he had only stepped into the cultivation realm for less than two years, he was by no means a hairy boy who had just walked out of that small village and knew nothing.

After these two years of spending time with Lingxuzi, he learned a lot.

A cultivator can only accept one kind of flame in his life, whether it is true fire or heavenly fire, once another flame enters the body, either the two flames will be compatible and assimilate, or the body will explode and die, there is absolutely no third way to go.

Of course, it is rare for someone like him to cultivate a special ** and can coexist with a variety of flames in his body.

The flame stored in the body, no matter what level, will become the original fire of this person's life, once this original fire dissipates and is snatched alive, then there is only a dead end waiting for this person.

Therefore, when he heard that Elder Wang wanted to hand over the flames in his body and promised to spare his life, Zhang Hao's face showed a strange look.

"As long as you hand over the heavens...... This kind of flame, I don't want to kill you!"

Seeing that he seemed to be moved, the expression on Elder Wang's face softened slightly. Zhang Hao's speed of killing Song Wufeng just now was so fast that even he felt frightened, just to get the mysterious silver flame on the other party's body, even if it was worth the risk.

However, when he said this, Elder Wang also left room for him, only saying that he would not kill him, but he did not say that the people of the Song family would let him go.

If this Elder Wang knew that Zhang Hao had used three pieces of Five Elements Heavenly Order to freeze thousands of miles in the Demon Hunting Mountain Range with his own strength, and let thousands of cultivators bury them in it, I wonder if he would have the courage to say this?

When the old head of the Song family heard Elder Wang's righteous words, a trace of resentment flashed in his cloudy old eyes. However, he didn't interject, but looked at Zhang Hao coldly, as if Song Wufeng's death had never happened at all.

"Hehe, since you want it, then ...... Take it!"

The words of this Elder Wang in front of him made Zhang Hao's heart full of murderous intent, and after nodding slightly, that silver flame rose on his palm again.

A wisp of immortal spark, which was only the size of a palm, jumped slightly in his hand, and Zhang Hao smiled coldly and casually threw this wisp of flame towards the other party.

At the moment when this wisp of silver activity had just been thrown out, Elder Wang's pupils instantly constricted. That seemingly insignificant silver flame gave him a creepy feeling at the moment.

I saw that the silver wisp that broke away from Zhang Hao's palm was active and rising against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a silver fire stream more than three meters long, and the blazing temperature made the surrounding air faintly burn.

The guards of the two Song and Liu families who were facing each other hurriedly poured out huge spiritual power to resist the terrifying temperature brought by the silver flames.

It was just that what shocked them was that the spiritual power that poured out of their bodies actually began to burn at this temperature.

In just an instant, the people standing here burst into flames of that silver fire.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, the corners of Liu Kaiyuan's eyes jumped twice rapidly, and he hurriedly shouted: "All stand back!"

At this moment, he really knew the horror of Zhang Hao, just a wisp of silver flame that was waved at random was enough to make a cultivator below the Dan stage burn himself to death.

Elder Minglong hurriedly urged the true fire in his body to protect his body, but he was surprised to find that the true fire in his body did not dare to appear no matter what.

In desperation, he had no choice but to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to wrap his body in it and retreat.

At this time, Minglong had a faint hint of luck in his heart, fortunately he didn't do it before, otherwise he might not be better than that Song Wufeng.

While everyone was holding different thoughts in their hearts, the silver flame also came to Elder Wang......