Chapter 656: Holy Emperor of the Magic Abyss

In the valley, there was lava everywhere, and there was fire everywhere. The scorching air waves came to his face. The air was burning, and Shen Chong's consciousness was suffocated. He faintly felt that the scorching heat around him was a little familiar.

Suddenly I recalled that when I worked hard to practice the three types of burning hearts, I had reached the eight hundred miles of flame mountain. The mountain fire was continuous, and the sky and the earth were melting. Although it was far from the high temperature here, it was the same. This valley must be the end of the flame mountain.

Shen Chong even sensed a breath of red lotus industry fire that burned the soul, which was enough to deter the strong in the broken state.

But at the end of this valley, it was also the hottest place. There sat a man covered in black. The man was tall, with long hair up to his waist, but he wore a silver-white mask on his face. He could not see his facial features. His gloomy breath seemed to lower the temperature around him.

The vitality is transformed, and the air rushes to the sky. This is another holy emperor of the broken body, and it is also a demon holy emperor who cultivates magic skills.

A pile of flames burned in front of the Holy Emperor of the Devil's Gate. The flame was crimson, as bright as blood, as if there was life. It kept dancing and swallowing up the surrounding heat. The high flames even burned on the face of the man in black, but he was not moved at all.

In the dancing firelight, a pagoda, a seven-story tower body, seven-color light, brilliant and sacred, contains huge power, which is the last one in the treasures of Jiuzhou, the seven-treasure pagoda.

This pagoda contains strong Buddha power and has a deep relationship with the mysterious Buddhism. It is even rumored that Xiaoyao Tianzun moved the power of the Buddha before becoming an immortal to make this pagoda sacrifice to great success. It can also be said that it is a Buddha treasure.

The Buddha's light shines and the flames fly. Although the Seven Treasures Buddha Tower has not been eroded by this strong fire vitality for the time being, it is also a dim treasure light, and it may be taken advantage of it at any time.

At this moment, the Holy Emperor of the Devil's Gate suddenly raised his head, and his eyes emitted a lightning-like light. The light bombarded the nothingness through the void. Shen Chong only felt a tingling pain in the sea of knowledge. The external consciousness had been disturbed, and all the scenes disappeared in an instant.

Eight hundred miles of flame mountain, the hottest red lotus valley, the man in black with a black magic flame all over his body slowly got up, and the electric light from his eyes was also taken back. The red pupils in the black were like two stars, and there was a deepness in the darkness.

"Interesting, I didn't expect that the current juniors are more and more powerful than one, and they can gather eight pieces of Jiuzhou treasures. However, unfortunately, the last one in my hand, Jiuzhou's treasure is incomplete, so they can never become the real Lord of Jiuzhou."

The magic gate holy emperor waved his arm, smashed the nihilistic, smashed Shen Chong's sense, and then pointed out, and the blood-red flame in front of him suddenly beat more violently.

The demonic flame, like a red lotus, is constantly blooming and disappearing. The fire can no longer be described by the height of temperature, which contains powerful karma cause and effect. The light of the seven-treasure pagoda has been ignited, and the seven-color light is only blood-red color.

"The Seven Treasures Butcher Tower, if you don't submit, do you really want me to completely destroy you?" In the explosion of the Holy Emperor of the Demon Gate, he kept spitting out the essence, making the enchanting fire burn more and more fiercely.

"Flame can only temper my will, pain can only temper my soul, my genital immortality, and my will is eternal. In endless pain and torture, I will be stronger." The low voice came from the Seven Treasures Futu Tower. Through the tower, a suffering monk could be faintly seen.

The monk was calm and indifferent in the painful torture. His clothes were windless, his long hair was flying, his eyes were slightly closed, and he muttered in his mouth.

Looking at the appearance of this monk, it is very popular. Although he does not have a broken body, he has many broken laws. There are as many as 23 ways. With the seven treasure pagoda, which has become a top magic weapon, he is struggling to resist the refining of the holy emperor of the demon gate.

"Well, it's not so easy to use the refining of this seat to impact the broken world." The Holy Emperor of the Demon Gate sneered, and the black flame all over his body was thicker. A flame appeared again between the two palms. Although this flame was not as huge as the one that refined the Seven Treasure Futu Tower, it was more pure.

With the appearance of this flame, the breath of the Holy Emperor of the Demon Gate suddenly sank much lower.

"I can invoke a trace of the power of red lotus fire. Here, you don't have the opportunity to obediently integrate into the Qibao Futu Tower and become an artifact, but you can still save your life." The Holy Emperor of the Devil's Gate held the flame in his hand, condensed but did not, and said coldly.

"The Holy Emperor of the Magic Abyss, you are already entangled with death, and the traces of fate will end at any time. I'm afraid that your life will soon, and you dare to be rampant." Feng Yang still looked unhappy and sad. His eyes suddenly opened, and a solemn treasure appeared on his face, and a breath of Buddhism spewed out.

Although the red lotus industry fire has causal karma, it can cut off the cause and effect and eliminate the karma barrier. Although Fengyang has not yet reached that point, after integrating the seven treasure pagoda, it can also fight against the red lotus industry fire in a short time.

The Holy Emperor of the Moyuan, the supreme power of the Demon Sect, was originally the suzerain of the Red Flame Demon Sect. After the situation in Shenzhou changed, he set up a magic alliance, known as the Lord and led the whole Demon Sect against the Shinto Sect and the Great Zhou Dynasty, but for some unknown reason, it disappeared in these three years, and even the disciples of the Demon Sect did not reappear.

"Looking for death!" The Holy Emperor of the Devil's abyss changed his face and he was furious. The real fire in the palm of his hand had been integrated into the fire of the red lotus industry.

In a moment, the firelight bursts, like red lotus flowers blooming and bursting one by one. The magnificent power has penetrated into the inner world of the Seven Treasures Futu Tower. In the blood-red package, the indifferent face of the wind has also become distorted, the soul is withered, and the vitality is scattered. If it hadn't been connected with the life of the Seven Treasures Futu Tower, I'm afraid it would have flown long ago. The ashes are extinguished.

The Holy Emperor of the Magic Abyss laughed and said, "Feng Yang, you are also a genius among the younger generation. However, it is too early to fight against me. Whether it is you or the other bearers of the eight treasures of Jiuzhou, you are destined to become the servant of this seat, and the flesh and blood essence should also be dedicated to this seat. Only this seat can become this The master of the world.

Under the blessing of the true fire of the red lotus, the red lotus blood light has penetrated into the Seven Treasures Futu Tower. A red lotus flower blooms and melts the windy body. The treasure clothes on his body has already turned into flying ash, and the broken origin has also begun to melt one by one. The blessing of the Buddha's light has also been unable to resist the bearing of karma, and the whole body has collapsed and scattered.

"Inv into an artifact, I will protect your soul!" The Holy Emperor of the Magic Abyss shouted, and a solemn look appeared on his face. He spent a lot of energy in order to integrate the windy soul with the seven treasure pagoda and refine it into an artifact to control part of the Qizhou's luck.

The body of the Seven Treasure Futu Tower shook, the light was messy, the blood-red flames permeated most of the tower, and the windy body was on the verge of collapse, and even the will of the Holy Emperor of the Devil's Abyss had come in.

"In order to refine you into an artifact and let me completely control this magic weapon, I have been preparing for a whole year. Let's see how you can stick to it." In the ferocious laughter, the palm of the Holy Emperor of the Devil's abyss suddenly poked out, and his five fingers were as black as a column, penetrating the flame and pressing on the tower of the Seven Treasures.

"The Buddha's light shines, heaven and earth are one, and the body is bound and broken!"

A trace of firmness appeared in Feng Yang's eyes, and his figure suddenly exploded. At this last moment, he had already taken the last step and broken his body in an almost self-explosive way to break through the realm.

"It's a waste of time. It's not so easy to break through the realm of the Holy Emperor. When I capture your soul, I will completely refine you." Feng Yang has been with the Seven Treasures Futu Tower for a long time. It is the most suitable weapon to become this magic weapon. The magic abyss Holy Emperor's magic formula is stimulated, the blood flame rises, and the huge fingers have cracked the inch of the Seven Treasure Futu Tower.

"Well, it turned out to be a master of the magic door, how dare you compete with me for the treasure of Jiuzhou."

At this moment, suddenly, a magnificent breath came from the depths of the Seven Treasures Tower, and it was also a palm flying out.

Boom!

This jade-like palm defeated the magic hand of the man in black with one palm. The palm was solidified and turned into a line. It opened the flames and slapped the front of the Holy Emperor of the Devil'ss. The palm was red gold, with a breath of destruction.

The long hair of the Holy Emperor of the Devil'ss is flying, and the silver mask on his face has been crushed by the violent wind pressure, revealing a childlike face with a trace of tenderness.