Chapter 233 Disaster
It didn't take long for the square in the center of the dojo, where dense figures gathered.
The ancestor summons that no one dares to neglect unless his brain is flooded.
Even the suzerains and elders hurried out, turned into streamers, neatly arranged in the front of the team according to their respective cultivation, staring at the high totem pole.
Every time the ancestors preached, it was also a rare opportunity for them.
A strong man at the level of martial arts has a clear understanding of the essence of practice and listens it, which is of great benefit to cultivation.
Fang hates the water standing in the crowd, and a trace of strangeness quietly appeared in his heart.
On the high totem pole, there was still a blazing fire, showing an extremely strong momentum, but he couldn't stop worrying in his heart.
The eyelids can't help jumping, as if something big is about to happen.
In addition, every time the ancestor preached, even if he was in a hurry, he would definitely inform himself in advance, but today, there was no warning at all.
Fang Henshui frowned tightly.
As the suzerain of the Polar Fire Sect, although he is not the highest cultivation in the sect, he is also a strong man at the level of half-step martial arts saint, and has an extremely subtle sense of some things in the dark.
He seemed to feel that at this moment, the luck of the Jihuo sect declined to the extreme, just like a shivering flame in the cold wind.
However, luck is illusory. He has been feeling it carefully for a long time, but he is not sure of his inference.
While Fang hated the water and was confused and entangled, a huge fireball suddenly appeared on the top of the high totem pole.
Like a sun hanging in mid-air, the weather shows an extremely fighty momentum, and even the temperature rises sharply by a few degrees.
Seeing this scene, all the disciples were stunned and suddenly bent down, with fanaticism in their eyes.
There is no doubt that no one can create such a spectacle except the ancestors.
"See your ancestors!"
For a moment, there were mountain-like shouts on the square, with sincere admiration and worship in the voices of all the disciples.
Sound waves converge in mid-air, which seem to contain invisible and qualitative energy, like a dense net, converging towards the totem pole.
This... is the power of faith.
In the sect, the Jihuo Ancestor is the supreme god and the object of worship by all disciples. No matter how ambitious and unruly the disciple is, he dares not be disrespectful to the ancestor.
The fire baby laughed.
The clear laughter was full of endless pride. With a wave of his hand, thousands of flames appeared, which was to refine the power of these incense and nourish himself.
Although it is not much, it is better than nothing.
"Your ancestors have been pinched to death by me!"
"I will give you two ways, first, submit to me, and second, die!"
The arrogant and domineering sound of the fire baby crushed the whole Taoist temple like a rolling thunder, and the earth was trembling faintly.
On this bloody moon continent, he does have arrogant and domineering capital.
It is no exaggeration to say that on the Blood Moon Continent at this time, the fire baby is definitely the first person, even more powerful than the blood wolf tens of thousands of years ago.
His strength and his background are far from comparable to that of the blood wolf.
"Who is it?"
"Who the hell is this man?"
"It's disgusting! How can you curse the ancestors!"
"Cre down and kill him!"
......
When they heard Huoying's words, people who had burst their temperament all roared like a group of angry hornets.
This totem pole is the supreme existence of the Jihuo sect. Ordinary disciples don't even dare to approach it. Now they are actually standing directly on it, which is simply a blasphemous to the Jihuo sect.
Fang Heshui raised his head and condensed his eyes to look at the top of the totem pole. He just looked at it for a long time and saw that his eyes were sour, but he still couldn't see anything clearly.
What appears in the pupil is nothingness and a sea of fire.
Even Fang hates water is not sure whether what he sees is real or fantasy.
"If you don't speak rudely, die!"
The fire baby made another sound, and the sparkle rose from nowhere, like more than a dozen fireflies, flying to the disciples who had just cursed.
Wo!
It's like wool falling on the candle seedlings and being extinguished by the ashes for a moment.
The same is true of these disciples. As soon as Mars touched the body, more than a dozen disciples could not even exclaim, but they turned into a green smoke and completely disappeared from the world.
Everyone on the scene was stunned to see such a ferocious scene.
One by one was stunned, and the bottom of their hearts was cold, like falling into an ice cellar.
It's horrible.
It's really horrible.
I can't imagine that there is such a terrible flame in this world.
You should know that it is not more than a dozen ordinary people, but the elite disciples of the Jihuo Sect, who practice fire attribute skills, which itself has not weak flame resistance.
And in that flame, there was no power to fight back. In less than a breath, it flew away.
For a moment, needles could be heard in the whole square. Everyone closed their mouths tightly, held their breath, shrank their necks, and looked at the elders in front of the team.
When the sky falls, it is natural for a tall man to stand up.
These disciples are well-trained and will not be scared to escape, but they are full of vigilance in their hearts.
"Who is the master?"
In such a scene, Fang Henshui, as the suzerain, can't help it. Even if he has a trace of inexplicable fear in his heart, at this time, he must stand up.
"Who are you?"
Hearing his words, Huo Ying asked with a smile.
Fang Henshui's eyebrows trembled a few times, and a trace of strangeness quietly appeared in his heart. Even at this moment, he still did not see the real face of the man standing on the totem pole.
However, listening to this voice and tone, it seems that... he seems to be an old naughty boy.
Fang Henshui gradually responded in his heart. He bent down, arched his hands, and said, "I've seen the senior. I am the suzerain of the extreme fire. Fang Wuji is my ancestor. What does the senior have any grudge with my ancestors?"
"The so-called soldiers and generals, my ancestors have not been closed. Whether it is revenge or provocation, or waiting for my ancestors to come out to show their power and bully some junior disciples, it is inevitable that they will lose some identity."
After all, he is the suzerain, and Fang Henshui's words are both soft and hard, but what he said is also quite good.
As soon as the sound fell, he felt that an unparalleled flame energy suddenly shot at him.
This flame only has a thick hair, which does not seem to be amazing, but it contains extremely violent energy. The pure flame, even with the strength of Fang Fang's hatred of water, is still shocked.
As soon as his body moved, he turned into a streamer and retreated crazily on the field. In less than a breath, he retreated dozens of feet.
Then, the whole person rose into the air, holding a simple bronze mirror. With an order, nine fire dragons flew out of the mirror.
Nine fire dragons me winding and swimming, reflecting the Kowloon on the totem pole, faintly forming a wonderful force field.
This is an extremely powerful spiritual weapon-level treasure in the Jihuo Sect, Jiuli Mirror. The mirror contains the spirit of nine fire dragons, which is so powerful that it can even be called the master's token.
"Strong enemies are coming, and there will be a lot of fire!"
Standing in mid-air, his body was tightly surrounded by nine fire dragons, Fang Henshui gritted his teeth and said.
He made a decision almost instantly.
The attack is at least a strong enemy at the Wusheng level. Except for the strong man at the Wusheng level, he will definitely not have such a powerful flame.
This ten thousand fire array is the treasure of the Zhenzong of the Jihuo Sect. It is a skill of joint attack that has been tempered for thousands of years. The disciples often practice in order to deal with this situation.
Hearing the order of the patriarch, all the disciples quickly came to their senses. They walked one by one, and flames rose up and gathered together, almost turning the whole Taoist temple into a sea of fire, and even the sky was dyed red.
"Wanhuo Chaoyuan!"
Fang hates water roared again, and then said, "Those who come to invade, retreat quickly. Although I don't want to fight, I will not be slaughtered by others. In this ten thousand fire array, even the strong martial arts will be trapped in it."
Fang Hate Shui said this, which was not a good intention, but also had a sense of shock.
It's like a group of wolves whining in the face of tigers, aiming to scare them back.
After all, although the ten thousand fire array is powerful, it is also quite violent for the loss of the people who set up the array. With the cultivation of these disciples, it is already the limit to barely hold on for an hour.
And an hour later, if this person can't be trapped, it will be an absolutely devastating blow to the whole dojo.
Everyone present is the elite force of the Jihuo Sect, and each of them may be a future martial saint.
If you lose one, Fang Hate Shui will be distressed to death. More than a dozen people have died just now, and there must be no greater damage.
"Hahahaha..."
At this moment, there was a sudden whirlwind in the space, which was mixed with deafening laughter.
In this laughter, the flames on all the disciples flew out of the sky uncontrollably, as if they were attracted by some kind of horror, forming a spectacle like returning to the sea.
"My spirit fire!"
"What kind of skill is this?"
"My fire!"
Even some elders with spiritual fires shouted one after another, with obvious panic in their voices.
I never thought such a change would happen.
The flame that I have worked hard to cultivate can be easily absorbed by others!
Who the hell is this?
"It's just nine little reptiles, is it embarrassing to show in front of me?"
The fire baby shouted again, stretched out his hand and shook it fiercely in mid-air. A big hand that expanded tens of millions of times suddenly fell from the sky like a mountain, and each finger was close to a peak.
With five fingers, it is effortless to pinch the nine fire dragons. With a splash, thousands of sparks are scattered, and the scene is extremely magnificent.
Kka...
A crisp voice.
Nine left the country and cracked.
The treasure connected with his mind was abandoned, and Fang hated the water and sprayed blood, and his eyes showed terrified.
Jiuli Mirror is a spiritual weapon!
is still the more powerful one in the spiritual weapon!
It was actually pinched!
Fang Henshui is 100% sure that even his ancestors are definitely not so strong.
Who the hell is this?
Extreme Fire...
Extreme Fire... is not good.