"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-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-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.

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."

The face of the Death Chan ancestor became a little solemn, and his hands trembled at the same time, put Sibulu and Han Qiu into his sleeves, and then disappeared from the spot.

The battle in the Fire Realm soon alarmed the major forces in the Kunlun Realm.

The Fire Clan, the ancient clan, which is known as the number one in strength, has a profound foundation and many experts, but has suffered great disasters, with heavy casualties, and even more than one of the Holy Kings ancestors has fallen.

Upon hearing the news, the masters of major forces fired out the light talismans to ask Qiu Yu for safety. They were quite worried that the spiritual roots of heaven and earth would be destroyed before they could grow up.

"Has the sycamore tree been cut off?"

"Is Mr. Qiuyu still alive?"
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