Chapter 46 A show of power over the three realms

The fierce fire was burning vigorously, and the flames flew like a dragon, with their teeth and claws, and the people were really scared and fled in a hurry.

The bright flame reflected Jiuhua's expression of real people's joy and anger. He pushed the dust with one hand and shouted: "Insurable fairy palace, nine turns yin and yang, Baihui is the most holy flame in the world!"

In an hour, the dust set off a wind. The yellow paper held in the hands of seven or eight children was rolled up, swirling in the air, arranged into a strange column, and hurriedly threw himself into the big tripod that was usually cooked in front of the door of Anlehou, in the burning flame.

Immediately, a fire dragon rose to the sky. It turned out to be the yellow paper burning, shining brightly, burning a blazing fire, flying endless Mars, and roaring, sweeping the sky.

Anlehou, who stood here surrounded by Jiuhua Zhenren, had long been frightened and pale, and his legs and feet were paralyzed. He cried bitterly in his heart. Unexpectedly, this extraordinary Taoist priest was so fierce, his Taoism was so profound, and his murder was even more terrible than teasing him and the sloppy Taoist on the Swallow Lake in the past.

The anger rolled up the unburned yellow paper, and the crackling wind rolled up Mars. The fire dragon stopped far in front of the Hou's house. The people of the free sect attacked in mid-air. One of the old disciples immediately pulled out his sword and shouted, "My disciples listened to the order, held their weapons, and destroyed this old way together!"

"Let's kill everyone together. Don't let anyone underestimate me..." The other man pulled out his weapon and shouted, but before the shouting was over, the dragon sprayed a dragon flame, and the hot wind and flame rushed to the man. At this moment, he didn't even have time to react. His eyes widened, so he had to look at the fire that rushed to him.

"Ah!!!" The man screamed and was swallowed up by the extremely strong flames like the fog that came to his face.

Everyone only heard a roar, and saw that the man had been sprayed by Longyan. His whole body seemed to flow through the magma, and then burned vigorously. The first old disciple who issued the order had no time to cast a spell to save him. When the roar sounded, the man burst tragically and immediately turned into a flying fireworks, flying flowers, in It shines brilliantly in the sky.

At this time, the sun is gone, and the sky is fading. Anlehoufu is hiding in the shadow behind the flames, and it seems that it is time to want to sleep.

However, the red burning flame was set off by the late skylight. After taking off the tripod, the body of the fire dragon jumped out and dragged out a trace of fire in the sky. He pounced on the people of Xiaoyaozong with open teeth and claws. The next person was wrapped in Longyan. After the explosion, the old disciple of Xiaoyaozong suddenly reacted: "It takes some time for ordinary people to be trapped in the fire to be buried in the fire. This dragon spit out flame on Brother Qi, which made him burst to death in an instant. It seems that this fire must be unusual. Let's disperse it first!"

However, although the fire dragon was more than ten feet in size, it was fast, like a fish swimming in the North Sea. It was fierce and fast in the sky. There was a roar, and the fire dragon was rushing towards the old disciple.

The dragon waved its tail and rushed to Laocheng's disciple. He was shocked and hurriedly lifted it up. He pulled his body three or four feet higher and would avoid the red and burning dragon tail. The man was sweat on his forehead and was about to say a word or two about this Taoism. When he raised morale, he suddenly saw an abnormal sound under the fire dragon's body, when That is, he stretched out a dragon's claw and grabbed himself with an angry wind.

The man's surprised hair stood up. The dragon's claws were big and wrapped in a ball of fire. How could he be able to compete with his flesh and blood? Without saying anything, he was full of Zhenyuan and stretched out his fingers on his bright sword.

With a crisp sound, the shining cold sword suddenly broke. The man then exploded with the power of the sword and suddenly leaned back.

At this time, a hot air came to his face, and the flame on the dragon's claws rushed and burned. It was scratching from the man's chest. At this time, the man saw clearly that the dragon was just the yellow paper thrown into the tripod and melted after burning. At this time, the dragon's claws were half of the yellow paper that had not burned out, some of which were bright. , some dark, some have turned into ashes, and some are burning. A piece of yellow paper fragments dyed with * minutes just flew by and touched the collar of the old disciple's front chest.

"Ah!" The man shouted miserably, and for a moment, he felt that his whole body and all his blood were about to be dried by the heat. He rolled a trace of heat, and his whole body was very uncomfortable. He suddenly pinched his neck with his hands and was about to say something like saving his life.

But suddenly, a pillar of fire was rolling lava, flowing out of the man's mouth, and then strong flames flowed out of his eyes, nose and ears. The man's whole body was burning with heat, and there was no more words. In the mixture of panic and pain, he burned into a brilliant fire in the yellow sky and died.

The disciples had no idea anymore. They were frightening that they held their own weapons. After roaring a few times, they all killed Jiuhua real people. However, the huge fire dragon roared for a while, and the sparks on their bodies exploded. As long as the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect were close to the sparks, they could not say anything. When they screamed, they turned into ablazing as early as the old disciples. Fierce flames.

For a while, the tragic shouts were endless, but the sky was like a peaceful and prosperous festival. The fireworks on the swallow lake were burning brightly. No matter whether the mana of these disciples was high or low, they were all burned without resistance at the moment when their bodies were next to the sparks and ashes scattered on the fire dragon, and then burst. If fireworks bloom.

Poor disciples of Xiaoyaozong came from the sky one by one and were about to meet in Shenfu. Seeing this tragic scene, they didn't know what to do. When they rushed over, they were being swept up by the fire dragon. Seventy or 80 disciples of Xiaoyao Sect turned into grievances under the fire dragon. They kept shouting between heaven and earth. Jiuhua raised their eyes. God, he was not happy or sad, and his face did not change. Shen Wei, Shen's servants, and even Jiuhua's disciples had already turned pale and couldn't bear to look at them again.

Shen Wei was so scared that his chubby face muscles twitched. This miserable shouting whipped him on his body and tearing his soul. He couldn't help thinking that how such a fierce Taoist could let go of my child?

The people in the nearby southern Xinjiang had already hid in their house. A couple and their young children were wrapped in a quilt and could not stop drinking in the sky. They held their heads in the quilt and trembled. At the end of this summer, they were soaked in cold sweat under the quilt.

The fire dragon continued to circle its body, dancing ferociously, shaking out countless flying sparks and devouring human lives. At this time, there were two Xiaoyao Taoist priests with extraordinary clothes outside the sky. The leader was dressed in a red shirt. He was barefoot, seven feet long, his eyebrows were oblique, thin flesh and high nose, thick lips red, and his face was very cold.

The man has a high bun on his head and a jade hairpin. If you look closer, there is a trace of blood rolling in the jade hairpin, which looks very strange.

There are also strange things about the other person. Although he is a man, he is wrapped in a long skirt and dressed as a woman. His face is also white, tender and beautiful, but he gave birth to an egg-large tumor on his left and right cheeks.

If you look closely at this tumor, you will find that its quality is like white jade, which is not like an unusual skin texture.

The two men came with an awe-inspiring face. They saw the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect fighting with the fire dragon one after another. However, the fire dragon was fierce, and its body danced in the sky and swallowed the disciples into the boundless flames one by one. The two men came too late and could not be rescued. At this time, there was a big promise. Only 20 or 30 disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect in the sky stood pale.

The two looked at each other and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley. One of them thought that about 40 or 50 disciples of Xiaoyaozong had died under the flames transformed by this Taoist priest. Most of these people were the direct line cultivated painstakingly by Tianmu, and they were also his sharp weapon and capital for the world. However, he did not expect that at dusk, they were all The famous Taoist priest killed it.

The man in red immediately shouted, "What kind of person are you? Do you want to destroy my free religion with this fire dragon?"

"Hahahaha!" Jiuhua Zhenren suddenly laughed wildly, only heard a big nod and answered loudly, "Exactly!"

"It's annoying!" The man in red clothes shouted angrily, and his whole body rose high in the wind. The red clothes rolled all over the sky, like a blood-red silk satin, and the man was suddenly taller, and his eyes were red, spewing out an evil light.

"Oh?" Jiuhua actually narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Is it blood coagulation?"

The other man opened his mouth, but was silent. It turned out that the man was dumb. The sarcoma on his left cheek was sucked into the meat, and then spit out of his mouth with a cry.

As previously said, the sarcoma is like jade, unlike the skin. After being spit out by this person, it actually emitted an evil light and also cooperated with the previous man in red to turn into a fire dragon by Jiuhua.

"These two are both masters, and the fire charm doesn't seem to be able to deal with them..." Jiuhua thought of this in his heart, and suddenly a fine light swept over the children around him, with a trace of unusual cruelty in his eyes.

When he waved his hand, the fire dragon in the distant sky roared, turned around, and his body became smaller, and then plunged into the fiery tripod.

"It's your turn to play!" Jiuhua Zhenren squined his eyes, his voice sank, and he said to the disciples.

"No, master, spare your life!" One of the disciples was young and didn't know what to think of. He instantly opened his frightened and inexplicable eyes and exclaimed.

"Hm?" Jiuhua Zhenren narrowed his eyes and pinched two fingers.

"Master, let's go!" An elderly disciple suddenly said in a hurry. He saw that this was a sign before Jiuhua was going to kill, and hurriedly agreed. Then the man smiled at the younger disciple and whispered, "Wuyou, listen to the master, so that we still have a chance to live..."

Next, without saying a word, he immediately took out two three-inch long needles and suddenly inserted them into the back of his head.