Wisps of green burning spread over the crystal chain, hula! Burned through Mo Xie's broken legs and wrists, burned on the limbs, and instantly closed with the green burning at the waist, turning into two torn green dragons and swimming towards the chest.

Another pink fire dragon ignited from the crystal chain around Mo Xie's neck. Tongues of fire spewed out and sparks of flare flew towards the head and chest.

The three fires burned and inhaled, and they merged at the Moxiedan Sea. Gathered into three strangled fire dragons, three grand clusters of burning flowers erupted, followed by the three-color burst flowers squeezed together, and in an instant, they turned into a huge umbrella flower and opened in the Moxiedan Sea.

In the hazy twilight, under the ruined temple, the gloom was bitten by the three-colored flames of the human form, and the three-colored light and shadow of the sky were splashed through the cracks of the trees, illuminating the dark sky after sunset.

The gauzy mist, the three-colored fire qi rising from the burning body of the fire, drove it into the distance, forming a circle of fog screens on the ruined stone wall thousands of feet away.

The three-color fire burned more and more, and the black and green leaves were burned up in the leaves, and sometimes the pink burned to the head of the fire, and the tree domain and the temple wall burned into blood red, and the four domains seemed to turn into blood shadows, reflecting three terrifying smiling faces. From time to time, the green burned into flames, and the dark shadows of the branches and remnants of the stones turned into red fangs, like countless ghosts gnawing at the darkness.

Instead, the turquoise flames overshadowed the pink fire heads and cyan fire bodies, and countless green void flowers dotted among the blood and caracals. Clusters of dazzling green flowers lit up in the night sky, like clusters of inverted flowers blooming with green flowers, scattering pink foam.

The three-color fireworks bloomed in the night sky one by one, and in an instant, they turned into countless fiery snakes with long tails, twisting and rolling through the humanoid holy body. The fire tightened suddenly, and the humanoid holy body shook out bursts of trembling light, flashing with treacherous spiritual waves.

Mu Shou's cyan pupils danced with green burning, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly. A wave of divine consciousness flew into the three-color fire. "Little Sage, I know that you can hold on for a while, and no matter how much you can resist, you can't stop the burning of the three fires. Say where the Phantom is, hand it over. I can block the second fire with the fire of the embers, so that you will suffer a little less."

The humanoid fire was silent, and it seemed to be sealed by the three-color fire, and it was impossible to answer Kimori's divine consciousness wave at all.

Yin Shuo raised his eyebrows slightly, and squinted at Mu Shou. "What trick is the dead fox playing, I said that I will let the little saint suffer a little, why is the fire of embers obviously not working."

A small ball of pink flame jumped from Yin Shuo's fingertips, floating on the spire in a regular manner, like a fluttering cherry blossom. The flames flew with some red blood.

Yin Shuo's eyes were half-squinted, and a sneer was condensed on his face. Waves of consciousness flew into the sparks. "Mo Xie, although you and I have grievances, it's just a matter of the descendants, the ancestor doesn't matter, it's just the cold marrow of the 'Cold Blood Devouring Soul Flower' in the 'Flower Pulp Heavenly Fragrance' array, you have to hand it over to the ancestor."

Three flames rose into the sky, and the flames densely covered the desolate temple in the blink of an eye. A loud roar of fire erupted, and dragon-shaped flames whipped into the low airspace. But there was not a trace of divine consciousness waves flying out of the gas.

Yin Shuo snorted. Fingertip pink flames pierced the night sky, sliding along the pink crystal chain towards the tricolor humanoid gas.

The fire qi outside Mo Xie's body instantly grew into flames, transforming into a thousand strange shapes and colors, coiling into a circle like a blood snake. The higher and higher the plate, the exhalation helped the wind fall, suppressing the green flames and green flowers.

Du Ji looked at Yin Shuo, and then at Mu Shou. I don't know what these two old guys are going to do? Du Ji is most concerned about the "honey marrow" in the Mo Evil Holy Bag. The patriarch Du Fang repeatedly advised, "The honey pith of the Du clan must not be exposed to other clans." The little saint was really burned to death, who would open the sealed holy bag.

Du Ji rubbed a wisp of cold fire. Quickly plunged into the fierce pink flame, and he didn't feel frowning. "What a strong 'flame of the sun'".

Du Ji was a little puzzled, the three fires of yin and yang are the qi combustion of the mutual transformation of yin and yang, which is inherently indistinguishable, and is only related to the strength of the divine consciousness to drive away the fire. Yin Shuo, Mu Shou, and Du Ji have the same realm, and their divine consciousness is almost the same, and it is even more difficult to distinguish who is strong and who is weak. Why is Yin Shuo's Yang Flame so strong?

When Du Jihu was suspicious, an arc of light flew into the City Lord's Mansion.

With a tom sound, the fox girl with white gauze and armor knelt on the ground. There were three bangs on the head, followed by sobs. "Ancestor, please let Mo Shengyou go."

Mu Shou's fingertips exploded, and his eyebrows were weirdly "Yang Yan Fire". Slowly turned his head to look at the sobbing Guan Ke, his face gradually sank. "Guanke, the clan master ordered you to retrieve the holy relics for a hundred years, but you have not succeeded for a thousand years, and it is difficult to protect yourself, and you dare to intercede for this saint."

Guan Ke shook his soft shoulders lightly, couldn't cry, and said in a choked voice: "Guan Ke knows that the Hui people have no face, and they should explode in the wilderness, and they are unwilling, so they have to survive in the world." But Mo Shengyou is kind to me, and the official swears to die for his survival."

"Bastard, do you still think you're a young master? Mu Shou snorted angrily, flicked his long sleeves, and the green light flew towards Guan Ke.

The shadow flashed, and the official who was kneeling among the stone grass was pulled out dozens of feet away. Wow spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, curled up in the dark, blood-soaked grass, unconscious.

"The old fox is so ruthless to the descendants of his own clan." The airspace where the golden wings and shadows flew fell in front of Guan Ke in a flash, picking up the convulsive Guan Ke, and the beard with angry eyes and blowing angry Mu Shou.

Mu Shou Fox raised his eyes, and was about to get angry, and swept his eyes at the golden light and void wings. Furious eyebrows fell. "Hehehe, it's the young master of the golden kite, go and play, and don't care about the fox clan."

"It's really shameless for three great cultivators to torture an Qi Condensing Realm Saint like this." The little face of the golden kite turned pale, and the shadow of the black crystal burst into anger, but her mouth said unrelentingly.

"A dead bird that came from the sky is not thick and the earth is thick." Yin Shuo glanced at the shouting golden kite, and wanted to be angry, but when he saw that Mu Shou's arrogance had disappeared, he had to scold fiercely.

Du Ji's face was red and white. The three incarnation-level great cultivators of the Fire Refining and Condensing Qi Realm Little Saints were a little shameless. However, Yin Shuo and Mu Shou both use the three fires of yin and yang, and they don't need to be restrained by the fire of yin and cold, and the little saint will be refined to the point that his soul is scattered.

At this time, Du Ji didn't think so, the two wisps of "cold fire" that were driven into the three-color flame were like being in a quagmire, and they seemed to be sucked into the fire by a certain kind of fire. After a few puffs, there was no shadow.

Du Ji has always seemed to be too weak in his divine sense to control the "Yin Cold Fire" and the "Yin Ember Fire" and the "Yang Fire Fire". After a few wisps of "cold fire" entered, Du Ji's face changed, and it was too late to put the fire away. The one who has the heart to ignore the clamor of a bird that has transformed into a realm.

"Young master of the kite, don't be unreasonable, the ancestor doesn't know you in the face of the golden eagle's friend, and leaves here with this stupid fox." Mu Shou's face sank, he snorted coldly, and scolded in a deep voice.

Before the words fell, Mu Shou's complexion changed, and a pair of red eyes stared at the pink humanoid Hokage.

The "Ember Fire" that was burning at his fingertips wanted to be extinguished, but he felt a burst of pumping force coming from the crystal chain in his hand, and the "Ember Fire" that was burning with sparks flew along the cyan crystal chain towards the humanoid Hokage.

Mu Shou's face twitched violently, shaking up black lines, and a wisp of divine consciousness flew into the "Ember Fire" that was approaching the humanoid Hokage. I want to stop the fire from flying into the fire.

A black light slashed at the divine consciousness wave, Mu Shou's face turned dark, his body stumbled out dozens of feet away, and his face turned white and was swallowed by a red halo.

The "Ember Fire" actually lost contact with Mu Shou, but fortunately, Mu Shou made a very fast move and cut off the crystal chain in his hand, otherwise the "Ember Flame" in his body would have been sucked up.

Mu Shou didn't care about the golden kite anymore and looked at Du Ji, who was burning.

I saw Du Ji like a light smoke shadow, floating in the air, surrounded by rose-colored mist, as if smoke escaped from the incense burner, straight up, soft and rolling around.

Du Ji's face was flushed, and he was shocked into a cold sweat, staring at the hazy green pupils, staring at the pink fire that was burning in the distance.

Mu Shou is so angry in his heart! It's good that you Yin Shuo actually used a strange spell to devour the "Ember Fire". I really don't take my ancestors in my eyes.

Mu Shou was so angry that his teeth were about to be crushed, Du Ji and his crystal chain were broken, and the little saint had been controlled by Yin Shuo in the "Yang Flame Fire", and if he wanted to control it, he would have no chance.

Sure enough, Yin Shuo blocked the deflagrated humanoid fire body with a ghostly smile, hugged his arms, and looked at Mu Shou and Du Ji contemptuously. "Two friends, the sin of the saint is deep and difficult to control, it is better to be suppressed by the ancestor."

Mu Shou and Du Ji's faces were gloomy and they glanced at each other. "Yin Shengyou, you also want to protect it."

"Hahaha, I can't talk about it, I just want to keep the saint safe and return to the holy city to be convicted." Yin Shuo said with a ghostly smile. A wisp of pink fire danced from his fingertips again, and he slammed into the humanoid Hokage.

"Yin Shuo, the three clans have discussed it, and they will wait for the ancestor of the Yi family to come before dealing with Mo Ye." Mu Shou was so angry that his nose was smoking, the sage of the monkey spirit obviously wanted to swallow the evil saint alone, once the "Phantom" fell into the hands of the holy city, the fox clan would have no secret to protect.

"Hahaha, don't be angry, the ancestor just doesn't want the little saint to be tortured to death before the Yi family ancestor comes, and there is no intention of exclusivity." Yin Shuo said with a smile, looking at the two cultivators who looked like jumping monkeys, and a smug look appeared on his face. Yao Que said that it was really good, the two heads were more wooden than wood.

Mu Shou's face was gloomy, dark and unlooking. Shot to grab it, the beasts heard that they and Du Ji would lose face, and if they didn't take it, the evil saint fell into the hands of Yin Shuo, and there was no chance to force Mo Ye to hand over "Phantom". Mu Shou is so angry! I'm going crazy. But there is no way to take Yin Shuo.

Look at Du Ji, this dead flower obviously doesn't want to come out, and he doesn't make any efforts, so he hides behind and doesn't say a word.

Yin Shuo's face that was smiling extremely brightly suddenly froze. The cheeks twitched together, and the beating eyes stared at the "Yang Flame Fire" in his hand.

The pink flame fluttered in the wind, like a long feather, shining in the pink light, and a gust of wind blew away, and clusters of fire chips rolled towards the black and red fire shadow behind him. At some point, the "Flame of Sunfire" that was burning around the humanoid Hokage changed color. Wisps of black fire burned with pink flames, and they were extinguished with a breath. Even the "Yang Flame Fire" on Yin Shuo's fingertips was drawn into the black fire. (To be continued......)