Chapter 682: Ghost King Youquan

Two years ago, the three holy emperors of the infinite world came to Quanzhou. Wanlian Shanzong, who was crushed by absolute strength, could not move. The level of practice in the second-class world was far from being able to fight against the third-class world. Moreover, at that time, only the wind and fire stepped into the realm of broken world, and it was difficult to be independent, and it was impossible to compete with the strong men of the three broken soul realms.

After a massacre, Fenghuo Liancheng led the whole Wanlian Mountain Sect to submit to the feet of Xuankun. He himself was planted with a god to break the forbidden and became a slave of Xuankun.

Two years of forbearance is for today. Although most of the disciples and elders are silent in the array of immortals, the wind and fire have been completed. With the power of the silence of the array, they break through all the arrays of the infinite fairy mountains and refine the whole fairy weapon into their own body.

This is the real unity of human treasure. The flesh and blood vitality are refined together with the magic weapon. The wind and fire are not only great progress, but also the strength of the body has reached a terrible level. With that breath and the flame that melts everything, Shen Chong is a little frightened.

"Holy flame hero, melt the world, fire and demons, become its own world, melt the holy world, come out!"

The wind and fire waved his arms, and the sky shrouded in his breath immediately burned. Flames flew and circled, transforming into a world of fire. There were red everywhere. The field of fire formed was far above the golden gun, and there were signs of virtual reality.

Fenghuo Liancheng also knew that it was impossible to completely kill Xuanxi, so it was a situation of repression, but this blazing holy world intentionally or unintentionally excluded Shen Chong from the field world.

Shen Chong's eyes shrank slightly. Although there was also a brew of anger in his heart, he did not take action.

Youquan has recognized himself as the master. The infinite fairy mountain has long been his magic weapon. Now it is refined by Fenghuo Liancheng. How can he not be angry? However, although Fenghuo Liancheng has not stepped into the broken soul, it is not weaker than Xuanxi in terms of breath. His power, even Shen Chong before the integration of human treasures, is even more powerful, and the blazing The flames spewed out by the Rongsheng Realm also made Shen Chong a little afraid.

At this time, Shen stamped his anger, watched coldly, and watched the change. After all, both of them are enemies. If both lose, he will have the opportunity to take advantage of it.

However, this possibility is too small. It is impossible for Fenghuo and Xuanxi to give her this opportunity.

"The blazing holy world, this is one of the five great worlds, the holy land of the fire world." Seeing this field of fire that has been turned into reality, Xuanxi's face changed: "The fire world has been destroyed more than ten thousand years ago. You can actually evolve into the holy land of this world. Who are you?"

"Yes, more than ten thousand years ago, the infinite world masters plundered the origin of the world everywhere, otherwise your world would not have been able to survive until now. The world origin of my fire world was also taken away by you. However, the world of fire did not disappear, but hidden in another time and space." Fenghuo Liancheng said coldly, "As long as you are refined into the origin of the fire world, you can steal the origin of the infinite world through the exquisite jade horns, and reproduce the glory of the fire world.

Xuan Xi's face changed, and he looked at Shen Chong with some fear. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth. Suddenly, a powerful force rose and roared, and the exquisite jade horns on his forehead burst out with a crystal light.

"Qibao Lingguang, good to come!" The wind and fire moved, and the body was covered with a layer of armor. The spirit of immortality flowed all over the body, and the remnants of countless ancient beasts appeared.

The semi-immortal robe, the ancient immortal armor of ten thousand beasts, and the treasure of the Zhenzong of Wanlian Mountain Sect have now shown more powerful power.

"Although I don't have the strength to fight against the infinite world, you can't escape." The wind and fire sneered in a low voice, as if he didn't care about the existence of Shen Chong at all. As soon as he brushed his sleeves, countless fire dragons spewed out. Although the flame was as thin as hair, its power was above the red lotus industry fire.

"What a fire!" Shen Chong has recognized that it is the real fire that only exists in the legend. It is made by gathering the spirit of all kinds of flames. It is the most powerful fire magic power in the secular world. It can withstand the burning of flames, which is equivalent to experiencing tens of thousands of disasters, and even the yuan gods can be burned.

Xuanxi also recognized the flame, and her face was paler. The exquisite light of Qibao was not in a hurry at all. A whirlpool turned in front of the meat corner, trying to transfer the real fire to the infinite world.

However, this real fire is extremely fierce. Although it can be passed on to the infinite world, and Xuanxi is also very difficult. However, at the critical moment of life and death, she also burned the essence and burst out the greatest potential. She stretched out her hand and tore it fiercely, which has torn a gap in the blazing holy world and drilled into it.

"The blazing holy world, the fire is unparalleled!"

The wind and fire connected the city's palms together. Suddenly, the whole blazing holy world turned over, and countless fire dragons converged into a big net, which immediately completely stimulated the power of the blazing world. The flames spew, and the space was stacked. Even the talent of the snow dragon family could not tear the void here.

"Shen Daoyou, how about you and I join hands to suppress this demon emperor first?"

Just as Shen Chong was carefully exploring the mystery of this blazing holy world, the sound of wind and fire suddenly came to his ear. A red figure condensed in the void not far away, which was obviously a split of the wind and fire.

"Fenghuo Zhangjiao, you are really rude. Where is the Youquan?" Shen Chong said coldly.

"You mean that instrument?" The wind and fire made a strange smile.

Xuanxi has been trapped in the blazing holy world. Only by constantly destroying the power of the exquisite jade horn can it be completely suppressed. At this time, the wind and fire have been said slowly.

"Can Shen Daoyou know the origin of the Immortal Mountain?"

"The Immortal Mountain is a famous magic weapon of the Wuxiang Holy Ancestor tens of thousands of years ago. Do you want to say that it is your magic weapon?" Shen Chong said coldly.

"The infinite fairy mountain may have nothing to do with me, but this head spirit has something to do with my Fenghuo family." The wind and fire turned over the palm of the city, and a piece of crystal-like jade had been taken out.

In the jade, an old man with a gray face is constantly roaring, but he can't breathe at all. It is the secluded spring sealed by the wind and fire.

click!

Fenghuo Liancheng's fingers moved and had crushed the seal. Youquan's body immediately became bigger and struggled to escape, but Fenghuo Liancheng pinched his neck and couldn't move at all.

At this time, the Youquan has long lost the appearance of the bone fairy wind, and its eyes are full of fierceness, as if it were a devil from hell, which was extremely embarrassed.

When Youquan struggled, he raised his eyes and saw Shen Chong, and immediately screamed: "Shen Chong, come and save me quickly. Kill this old man. You must kill him."

"Youquan, since you have fallen into the hands of my Fenghuo family again, do you still want to make a dying struggle?" Fenghuo Liancheng's fingers tightened, and suddenly cut off the sound of Youquan.

"What's going on?" Shen Chong said in a low voice that he faintly felt an unusual breath from the Youquan, which was extremely dark and evil, which was completely different from the previous Youquan.

"In more than ten thousand years ago, there was a peerless strong man in my Fenghuo family, Fenghuo Town Mountain. He once became the owner of the infinite fairy mountain. However, the infinite fairy mountain in those years was more dilapidated than now, and the artifacts in it had already turned into a wisp of remnant soul." Fenghuo Liancheng said, "And today's spirit, in those years, was just a ghost king, isn't it, Youquan?"

The wind and fire are tight, and although the cultivation of Youquan has reached the realm of broken souls, now the mana has been sealed, and it can't withstand the finger power of the wind and fire at all. It immediately screams, as sad as a ghost, the prototype is exposed, and can't help shouting, but it can't be defended.

"Fenghuo Zhenshan broke this ghost king into the infinite fairy mountain. He wanted to restore the former majesty of this fairy weapon. Although he successfully refined the spirit, after integrating the remnant soul, a new will was born. Unexpectedly, he got rid of the control of Fenghuo Zhenshan, seriously injured him and fled, and later found his birth. The place of life, the infinite underworld prison, has only reached today's state. The sound of the wind and fire has become a little cold.

"Well, the old man in Fenghuo Town wants to control me. Unfortunately, I didn't kill him completely in those years. However, now he has already turned into a white bone. Your Fenghuo family has also been destroyed by the infinite world, but I didn't expect that you would be left behind in the fire world." Youquan roared sadly.