Chapter 89 Spelled and Destroyed Fusang!

Xuan Ming is dodging the attack of the giant tree with a speed he has never had in his life. His white figure has long been unable to see clearly because of his speed. However, just after the sudden earthquake in the sky, Xuanming, who wanted to find a safe place, retreated at full speed and suddenly fell down.

It's a thick layer of smoke.

A trace of consterion and pain flashed in Xuanming's gloomy face. His body was constantly trembling, and the pressure on his head made him bow up. Three feet above his head, a large area of light red clouds kept rolling on his head without any sound or movement. However, because of its rolling, the whole sky was constantly shaking and trembling. Shaking.

Xuanming was shocked. He did not expect that the thick cloud that had been ignored by him would eventually become such a powerful opponent. What made him feel more frightening was that he felt powerless under the huge tongue of the mulberry tree and rose from his heart again. Around him, the divine fire that kept pouring into him had drowned him. However, the thick clouds rolling above his head made him lose his ability to resist the divine fire. He can only take out the sun mirror that he can still rely on again.

Nature is terrible.

For Xuanming, it is easier to deal with a master like the four elders, or Yuanshi and Fa Jian than to deal with nature. He felt this concept deeply when Xuanming dealt with the black snake.

The ancient monsters are all elves nurtured by nature, a creature that people can't resist, even if they are bred by the same nature. However, Xuanming has always been bold. Although he knew that the volcano was dangerous, he still came.

The sun mirror is said to be the "sun" mirror, but it is not really constructed by the spiritual power of the sun, but by heat. He doesn't care about the type, as long as it is heat, it is the treasure he can devour and use.

The divine fire has submerged Xuanming, and the unbearable heat and burning pain will also swallow up Xuanming. He sacrificed the sun mirror, and a stream of spiritual power was constantly input. While resisting the pressure above his head, the feeling and pain of being burned and buried by the sky also poured into his heart. It is an unbearable pain. The most painful thing is not the outside of the body, but the oppression and trauma in the body.

The ancients were worried about the sky, and what they were afraid of was the feeling of falling. At this moment, the pain of the sky was constantly surrounding him, and the pressure from the sky made his limbs tremble and the irresistible pressure made his arched back tense, and his forehead was stained with blue veins and sweat.

At the same time, a stream of heat is burning him, so that under the power of heaven, he can't help but have a trace of energy to resist the burning of the divine fire. The sun mirror came out, and with a strong white light, the sun mirror entered into the spiritual power by Xuan Ming continued to rotate again.

Xuanming's spiritual power followed his hand holding the sun mirror and constantly injected the sun mirror tightly. Xuan Ming could even clearly feel the spiritual power of the flow route of the sun mirror like gurgling streams. After entering the sun mirror, it was like a stream returning to the sea. The spiritual power that entered the sun mirror was still flowing continuously, and then suddenly turned into a glimmer of light like a drizzle. From the mirror of the mirror, it bloomed out and rushed to the divine fire surrounding Xuanming and wanted to get close to Xuanming.

After the divine fire exploded in the sun mirror, it suddenly jumped and darkened in an instant. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the white light of the sun mirror to be like a drizzle during the drought, which could not quench its thirst at all. But even so, Xuanming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Without the danger of the siege of the divine fire, Xuanming could deal with the thick clouds in the sky.

Xuanming doesn't know how to deal with it. All he knows is that this thick cloud in the sky is a dangerous thing.

In the distance, the swing of the giant tree suddenly intensified.

Xuanming knew that it was a solar bead in the body of the giant tree and was found by the giant tree. At this moment, Xuan Ming can clearly feel a thin spiritual power appearing in the meridians of his body. That's the spiritual power of the giant tree, right? Xuan Ming can feel that the spiritual power is intermittent. This is probably the reason why the mulberry tree resists the solar beads, so that the solar beads cannot be sucked at full capacity.

The ground is cracked.

Although Xuanming had to use his spiritual power to resist the pressure of thick clouds, he still clearly found that near the place of the mulberry tree, because of the struggle of the mulberry tree, uneven cracking began to appear slowly. Stone rocks as hard as iron, which have not turned into slurp under the burning of the divine fire for hundreds of thousands of years, are constantly shattered like tofu blocks under the struggle of giant trees, some of which are shattered quickly, revealing the roots deeply rooted in it. Some trees are deep and exposed, but they are just a deep and dark crack. However, such a crack made Xuanming even more shocked.

In the crack, a trace of thick smoke kept coming out, and a trace of thick smoke quickly melted the nearby stone into a pool of sticky, greasy and crimson slurry.

This kind of smoke is much hotter than divine fire! Xuan Ming's eyes widened. The trace of smoke gradually brought a trace of red because of the slurry, but the red smoke also steamed faster. The trace of smoke made the surrounding boulders begin to gurgling like a waterfall and leave it towards the cracks. After a while, it was swallowed by a crack.

This is...

A feeling is generated in Xuanming's mind, which is the spiritual power of the giant tree devouring the divine volcano! He looked at the giant tree again. On the trunk of the mulberry tree, the crimson meridians slowly floated from the trunk again. Xuan Ming could faintly see that the spiritual forces that had been flowing in an orderly manner were somewhat disordered at this time. Is it the reason for eating sun beads? Or is it because the mulberry tree is sucking the spiritual power of dissolved pulp?

Xuan Ming narrowed his eyes and did not think deeply. Because of the violent swing and struggle of the mulberry tree, the thick clouds on his head were also more and more compressed. Xuan Ming could only adjust his thoughts back, and a stream of spiritual power was input into the sun mirror without reservation. The thick smoke on the crack also heated the thick smoke on Xuan Ming's head, making him miserable under the double pressure of oppression and burning. He could only look at the sun mirror and let him reduce one weight from this double pressure.

The white light on the sun mirror became more and more dazzling, and Xuan Ming could feel the heat of his body, constantly being sucked and swallowed up in exchange for a trace of coolness. Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief again, and the sultry breath was gone, but Xuanming suddenly thought of one thing, that is, the relationship between thick clouds and Fusangshu. He always thought that it was from both sides. This time, he knew that he was afraid that the whole divine volcano was under the control of Fusangshu.

So, as long as Fusang is destroyed, the divine volcano will no longer attack him! There was a silver light in Xuanming's eyes. He was wrong all the time. He should have set out from the mulberry tree and destroyed Fusang from the beginning.

Fortunately, he has sent the solar beads into the giant tree. As long as the spiritual power of the giant tree is exhausted, the divine volcano will be under his control.

Xuan Ming did not bother to resist the pressure of the thick clouds, but suddenly pulled out a trace of spiritual power and recalled the chaotic clock. In the chaotic clock, the stars are still spinning. As soon as Xuan Ming's fingers move, the silver dragon is constantly changing and rotating, as if it is constantly squeezed by continuous concentration, and it is constantly becoming smaller and concentrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The air around the chaotic clock was also constantly squeezed. Gradually, a trace of cracks began to appear in the low stone rock of the silver dragon. The cracks were very small and even, not like the mulberry tree. In an instant, it roared and exploded. However, Xuanming knew that this stone rock would turn into smoke and dissipate as soon as the wind blew.

Sure enough, the huge silver dragon turned into by the rotation of the chaotic bell at this time has become the size of a long sword under continuous compression. At this time, the silver sword suddenly shook and became a strong wind. The tip of the sword pointed at the mulberry tree and instantly turned into smoke. In situ, the stone rock suddenly clattered and was blown away by the wind.

I can only see the silver wind transformed by the sword, but in the blink of an eye, it has arrived in front of the mulberry tree. The gurgling streams in the meridians of the mulberry tree are still disordered, and the huge wall-like and boundless trunk is still shaking. In the shaking of the mountain, a huge trunk, a mouth appeared again, and then a red soft shadow Zi suddenly patted the sword. The wind generated again.