Chapter 428 The Wrath of Fire

"Ha ha, I didn't expect you to know Jiuyang Zhenhuo. Since you know, you must also know its power. It was just an appetizer just now. Why don't you want to see a real Jiuyang Zhenhuo?" After removing his flame shield, Yang Qian made a plan. Since he knew that Jiuyang's real fire, Yang Qian might as well scare him.

At this time, the old man's face suddenly changed when he heard Yang Qian mention Jiuyang Zhenhuo, and his spirit was also in a trance. It can be seen that the old man was also extremely afraid of Jiuyang Zhenhuo.

"It seems that the rosefinch is right. This Jiuyang real fire is really domineering. If only I could cultivate to four changes!" Looking at the old man's expression, Yang Qianyi only sighed. Although Yang Qian said so, he could not summon Jiuyang Zhenhuo.

"Humph, are you a monk in your real world? How can such a powerful flame as Jiuyang Zhenhuo be controlled by your monks in the world of cultivation!" It seemed that something sounded, and the old man suddenly shouted.

"Oh, right? How about you explain the nature of my flame?" After being recognized, Yang Qian was not panicked, but asked calmly.

"This, this, this..." Yang Qian's words made the old man choked for a moment. He had just really felt the nature of the banquet and suffered a lot. This fact is beyond doubt.

"Why can't you say it!"

"Well, I don't believe that anyone can control Jiuyang Zhenhuo in the world of cultivation. If you really have this ability, I will admit it!" After Yang Qian asked, the old man suddenly snorted coldly, and Xianyuan's power suddenly urged him to the limit.

Neither Yang Qian nor the old man had any hiding at this time. They all wanted to get rid of the other party in a short time, but Yang Qian was afraid of the whole demon alliance, and the old man was afraid that Yang Qian really had Jiuyang Zhenhuo.

"Old man, I won't talk nonsense with you. Today I'll show you something more horrible than Jiuyang's real fire!" At this time, Yang Qian did not dodge but stood there quietly.

"In this case, go to hell!"

However, the old man's words were still echoing in the space. At this time, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and Yang Qian suddenly disappeared in place.

Before, there was no field. The fire and the rosefinch sword were Yang Qian's killers, but with the field, this field was Yang Qian's strongest attack.

The flames in the sky fill every corner of the space, and even the breath is a flame, but although the flame is fierce, there is no temperature.

However, just as the old man was surprised, the flames in the space had begun to rise, and the temperature rose sharply.

Yang Qian's field is an attack method evolved from the mystery of fire. These flames seem to be real, but they are not real flames. These flames have evolved from the essence of flames. Their only purpose is to "burn" their appearance is the end of everything!

The ubiquitous flame suddenly dragged the old man in at a moment, but the old man was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he was also sitting and resisting.

"How about it? Is Jiuyang's real fire or is it very flaming here?" Just as the old man was struggling to support, Yang Qian's voice suddenly sounded in the space.

"Ky, although I don't know how you did it, I must not be a monk in the world of cultivation, so the biggest gap between you and me is fatal!" The old man snorted coldly, and then the space began to shake, and the old man's body became blurred.

In the end, the goal of cultivation is the word "control", and if you want to reach this level, you must feel the law, but after all, this thing is illusory, not all monks can feel it. At this time, the old man's change is the application of the law, teleportation!

Change the law of space in a special way and let yourself jump out of the space the next moment, which is teleportation.

"You are still a fairy. Don't you know the power of the field?" Just as the old man's body became more and more blurred, the old man's body suddenly became clear.

General immortals have fields. Of course, some demon-level, such as Yang Qian, were enlightened in the early stage of the disaster, and Yang Qian was the master of everything in his own field. Yang Qian said that he could not get out.

What field! Impossible, how can you little monk understand the existence of the law!" Listening to Yang Qian's words, the old man was also shocked.

"There is nothing impossible, don't you feel it?" At this time, there was no Yang Qian in the space, but the sound sounded as if it were ringing in my ear.

After Yang Qian's words, the old man did not make a sound, and then floated there quietly with his eyes closed.

"What the hell is this old man doing?" Yang Qian was also very puzzled to see the old man's behavior.

Although the old man can resist the attack of the flames, it only cuts off part of the power. In fact, the old man's body bears part of the damage. In this situation, the old man can be burned to ashes in less than a quarter of an hour.

However, when Yang Qian was puzzled, a blood-red light emitted from the old man's body and quickly spread out, and the flames that had been on the old man also disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the situation at this time, Yang Qian was also shocked. Yang Qian knows best about his field. Unless Yang Qian is willing, it is impossible to change here.

"Is this his field!" At this time, Yang Qian was suddenly shocked.

The field is not Yang Qian's patent. As long as the monks who understand the law are likely to form the field, and the old man is a man of the fairyland, and it is extremely normal to have a field.

The bloody light is constantly spreading, and there is a strong smell of blood in the whole space, and Yang Qian's field is also quickly forced back.

Yang Qian knew that the field was terrible. Once Yang Qian entered the old man's field, it would be a very dangerous thing, so Yang Qian must not let the blood light occupy his space in any case.

"Break it for me" saw Yang Qian suddenly shouting, and the yuan divine power suddenly spread to every corner of the space. The huge pressure suddenly pressed on the old man, and those flames also rushed back to the old man crazily.

. This is the angry howl of their king. For their king, they are fearless, so the flames are angry at the same time. They roar, and they want to tear everything and dare to question the existence of their king.

The crazy flame held the huge yuan god and opened towards the old man like a powerful army. In just one breath, the bloody light was suppressed by the flame, and in the end, the blood light was only one meter left.

In Yang Qian's suppression, the old man also resisted. If he wanted to support his own field, he needed primoric power. Obviously, he was far less than Yang Qian. The old man's face gradually turned pale in Yang Qian's suppression, and his body also trembled slightly.

Burze, my king's anger, let us destroy the existence of your authority with your will. At this time, all the flames can feel the will of the flame king, which is pure destruction!

The flames rose, roaring like a dead man, and the old man was finally annihilated by the flames.

"No, no, no..." The sad screams suddenly shouted from the old man's mouth with the flames, and the old man's body quickly withered.

The mystery of fire is the ultimate killing move of fire. It is a existence that transcends the law. The flame king is calling his subjects. He burns everything in front of him with an endless anger. At this moment, Yang Jian's anger is only the anger of all flames. The ultimate essence of the flame is gathered sharply at this moment, and its degree of destruction has been Reaching a terrible stage, the old man only persisted for three breaths and turned into ashes.

At the moment when Yang Qian wiped out the old man, a strong flame rose to the sky, and the area of dozens of miles suddenly turned into a sea of fire. The sharply beating flames were extremely irritable. At this moment, all the monks could feel a terrible power, and this power was a pure The destruction of essence, but this change only has three breaths, but this short three breaths has made all the monks tremble.