"You fire tribe dares to imprison me. Today, I will turn this fire realm into a ruin of death."

A shocking cold sound came from the ground, causing the earth to shake violently.

At the same time, in the fire realm, a red rocky mountain burst out and opened. The ghostly aura, as dark as ink, surged out from the ground with the magma.

Elder Zhixin and Elder Zhixu, who were sitting cross-legged at the foot of the mountain and guarding the Ghost King of Shenchu, looked at each other, and all showed a look of fear.

Both elders are both the "Zhi" generation, and are over a thousand years old and reaching the realm of the Holy King. They are the top ten figures in the Fire Clan.

"The big thing is not good, the Ghost King of Shenchu ​​actually escaped."

Elder Zhixin and Elder Zhixu mobilized the flame rules at the same time. In the fire realm, flames ranging from thousands of miles gathered towards them continuously and condensed into a flame holy tower, which actually brought the Shenchu ​​Ghost King into the tower.

"Boom."

A ghost sounded in the Holy Tower of Flame.

The sound waves, like water patterns, rushed out in all directions, shattering the red mountains. The bodies of the Fire Clan monks on this land could not bear it, and all of them burst into pieces and turned into blood mist.

Even the Fire Clan monks who were not dead were bleeding from their seven orifices, covering their ears, rolling on the ground, making miserable screams.

Elder Zhixin and Elder Zhixu were unable to stand firm, and a look of horror appeared on their faces, and they kept retreating.

"Bang."

The flame holy tower shattered and turned into a rain of fire and rushed out. Then, fireballs quickly hit the earth, leaving behind dense pits.

The laughter of the Ghost King of Shenchu ​​came from above the ghost cloud.

Then, a ghost claw that was hundreds of feet long fell on Elder Zhixin's head. A crackling sound rang out, and Elder Zhixin's bones were broken and he collapsed on the ground.

Elder Zhixin's holy soul was taken away by the Shenchu ​​Ghost King and swallowed it into his stomach in one bite.

Elder Zhixu couldn't escape, and the holy soul was also swallowed by the God of God.

In an instant, the two Holy Kings ancestors were wiped out. The Ghost King of Shenchu ​​was so scary that all the fire monks were trembling.

"Die, all of them must die."

The master of the Shenchu ​​Ghost King was a ghost cloud with a diameter of thousands of miles flying towards the place where the Fire Clan monks lived. When he opened his mouth and sucked it, tens of thousands of living souls flew up and entered its mouth.

On the ground, there were tens of thousands of members of the Fire clan who fell to the ground and lost their lives.

The ancestor of Death Zen rode the four-shaped figure and stood in a field constructed by spiritual power, showing a compassionate expression, bowed to the dead bodies, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Next to it, a black spot of light was born out of thin air and turned into a three-meter-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-

Han Qiu walked out of it, glanced at the ancestor of Death Zen coldly, and said sarcastically: "Evil monks like you who practice Death Zen Buddhism dare to recite Amitabha Buddha?"

The Death Chan Patriarch was not angry at all and said with a smile: "As long as you have Amitabha in your heart, what does it matter if you practice Buddhism?"

At this moment, Han Qiu was surprised when the Zen ancestor bowed and the dead bodies that had lost their souls actually crawled from the ground.

There is a golden Buddha seal on their eyebrows.

Thousands of dead bodies of the Fire Clan actually gathered into a torrent, rushed out, and killed the members of the Fire Clan when they saw them. The killed Fire Clan immediately got up from the ground and became one of the torrents of dead bodies.

"Old guy, your Buddhist teachings are interesting. No wonder you dare to challenge Queen Chi Yao." Han Qiu said.

The ancestor of Death Zen smiled kindly and said, "I don't dare to challenge Queen Chi Yao. The reason why I preach in Kunlun Realm is just to find a way to improve Death Zen Buddhism. After five hundred years of practice, improvement and verification, it is now a true achievement. If you want to learn, I can pass it on to you."

Han Qiu sneered disdainfully: "No matter how strong your dead Zen Buddhism is, how can you compare to the Dark Way? Today, it is better to destroy the Fire Clan and end it all."

Han Qiu stretched out a slender finger and pointed to the void.

Suddenly, an extreme evil aura, an extreme demon aura, and an extreme death aura surged out of her body at the same time. Her beautiful pupils became evil aura, very much like two deep hells.

"Open the door of the underworld for me."

At Han Qiu's fingertips, the door in the underworld slowly opened.

An army of undead came out of the underworld.

More than a dozen huge dragon corpses flew in the air; a large number of corpses riding a dead beast rushed forward with bone spears; dense ghosts flew out, making creepy roars.

The ghost energy and corpses cover the entire fire domain, and this place is like it has turned into hell.

Qiuyu walked out of the inside of the wutong tree. Looking at the Fire Tribe members who were constantly lying on the ground, anger surged in his eyes and said coldly: "Who is it? Are you looking for death when you dare to release the God King of God Chu?"

In the fire realm, a supreme force burst out and penetrated the ghost cloud.

It was a bright column of light connecting the sky and the earth.

The supreme holy weapon of the Fire Clan, the holy refining furnace, slowly flew up and continued to recover, and the light emitted was as dazzling as a scorching sun.

Those ghost energy and ghosts dissipated and opened in an instant.

"Boom."

A supreme force surged out of the holy refining furnace and hit the ground. Suddenly, tens of thousands of dead corpse puppets and undead ghost soldiers shattered and turned into ashes.

A supreme holy weapon was activated enough to sweep everything, and it was simply invincible.

A moment later, the undead in the fire realm was cleaned up by the Holy Refining Furnace.

"The ghosts and monsters are all vulnerable." Qiu Yu snorted coldly.

The God King was quite powerful, but he was not afraid of the Holy Refining Furnace, and flew towards the central area of ​​the Fire Realm, wanting to kill the controller of the Holy Refining Furnace.

"boom!"

"boom!"

He collided with the Saint Refining Furnace twice in a row. Even the powerful Shenchu ​​Ghost King, the ghost energy on his body was completely dissipated, revealing his ghost body.

If you lose the protection of ghost energy, it is obvious that the Shenchu ​​Ghost King will suffer a great loss when he collides with the Saint Refining Furnace.

Of course, the Ghost King of Shenchu ​​also rushed into the center of the Fire Realm and saw the three saints of the Fire Clan. It was the three saints of the same time, exerting the holy energy and stimulating the supreme power of the Holy Refining Furnace.

The two ghost claws of the Shenchu ​​Ghost King hit out and hit two of the Fire Clan Holy Ancestors.

"court death."

"Suppress me."

The three saints of the Fire Clan roared at the same time, controlled the holy refining furnace, and bombarded the Shenchu ​​Ghost King. A fiery supreme force burst out in a surging manner.

With a "bang", the ghost body of the Shenchu ​​Ghost King was broken and turned into a ghost fog.

At this moment, defenses were violently swinging.

Even though he stood thousands of miles away, Han Qiu was still suppressed by the power of the supreme power and kneeled on one knee on the ground, almost lying on the ground.

“It’s now.”

Not far away, the ancestor Death Zen showed a joyful look, jumped off Sibuli's back, and formed a handprint with both hands.

"Crash."

A crack appeared on the ground.

The large ground plate moved out in the left and right directions, and soon the cracks turned into a bottomless canyon, with magma pouring out from the ground.

At the same time, a shocking divine power spread throughout the fire realm.

I saw that a sacred corpse walked out of the bottom of the canyon, wearing a black armor, and was extremely huge, probably thousands of feet tall.

The sacred corpse opened its mouth and sucked violently.

Originally, the ghost body of the Shenchu ​​Ghost King had condensed half and could soon recover. However, when the god corpse was sucked, all the ghost energy and soul energy were sucked into the abdomen by the god corpse.

The god corpse swallowed the God King of God and attacked the three Fire Clan Saints. A divine hand slapped down and hit one of the saints on the head.

"Boom."

The saint ancestor just blocked his breath for a while, his hands and legs were broken, his head was punched into his stomach, and the holy body turned into a bloody ball of flesh and fell into the ground.

The remaining two saints were shocked and quickly drove the holy energy into the holy refining furnace.

However, before the supreme power burst out, the corpse swung out with one punch, knocked the Holy Refining Furnace away, and fell thousands of miles away.

The area where the refining furnace fell, the earth melted and turned into a sea of ​​magma.

"roar."

The corpse roared to the sky, and at the same time stretched out his two divine hands and slapped the remaining two saints.

Suddenly, like the sound of a bell and Dalu, it rang deep in the ground, saying, "Assistant."

As the sound came out, the breath became even more terrifying.

The flames between heaven and earth quickly gathered in the direction of the two saints. In the lightning, a flame barrier condensed in front of the two saints.

"Boom."

The palms of the divine corpse hit the flame barrier and failed to penetrate the flame barrier, but they only formed two huge vortexes.

With two powerful energy, they passed through the flame barrier and beat the two saints to throw them out, but they failed to kill them.

Seeing this scene, the Death Chan Patriarch's eyes shrank.

"What kind of existence can actually block the attack of the sacred corpse?" Han Qiu asked.

"Don't ask, go quickly."
To be continued...