Wu Zong's figure appeared in twelve ways, and the melee of these figures made the entire magma sea tremble.

Clumps of magma splattered up and scattered around the night.

As for Yechen, the original owner of the silver spear, was completely ignored by these twelve people, in their opinion, how to fight for this silver spear, the winner should also be produced among the twelve of them, as for Yechen, it is just a lucky star who sent them treasures, and will inevitably be killed by those who have not taken the baby belongings, and maybe they will suffer inhuman torture before they die.

There are also Wu Zong who drilled into the magma to capture the figure that emitted a red pillar of light under the magma, so far, except for Yechen and others, no one has found that the red light is a small fire dragon condensed by high-grade flames, but this does not prevent everyone from thinking that this is a heavy treasure.

The little fire dragon began to drill into the depths of the magma, and the two Martial Sects drilled into the slurry and kept searching, and then Yechen saw that the fiery red light dissipated, and the two Martial Sects did not return to the magma sea.

Yechen could conclude that if those two Martial Sects really dared to approach the little fire dragon, they were afraid that they would have been incinerated into nothingness, and that terrifying flame power was no less than Cang Yan's full force blow, and then the Martial Sect would not have any reason to survive.

If it were possible, Yechen wouldn't let the little fire dragon go.

The little fat man exclaimed above Yechen's head: "Yechen, are you stupid, run, take advantage of this opportunity." ”

Yechen ignored the little fat man and whispered, "The people in the dark should all come out." ”

On the Feiyunbao ship, behind the little fat man and Chang Baihui, I don't know when a figure appeared, this figure seemed to be answering Yechen's words, and his tone was very respectful: "Yes, everyone appeared." ”

The little fat man and Chang Baihui hurriedly turned around, Chang Baihui only felt that the old man in front of him was a little familiar, but the little fat man had an expression of a dog, and his big mouth said in disbelief: "Damn, this is, how can the old general be you." ”

This person who appeared silently turned out to be Song Qiu, how could a little fat man never think of existence, the little fat man only knew that he was once the leader of the Death Empire to the Origin Secret Realm, and he was an invincible master, but how could such a master suddenly appear? In addition, what made the little fat man more concerned was whether Song Qiu and them were enemies or friends?

The little fat man looked at Song Qiu nervously, and as soon as Song Qiu showed a hint of hostility, he immediately ran away.

Song Qiu said lightly: "I came here one day. ”

Before the little fat man could ask, Yechen said lightly: "Since this is the case, then the matter here can not be leaked out, let's kill it." ”

"Okay!" Song Qiu responded.

The twelve martial arts sects fought around the silver spear, and the battle became more and more intense, because of each other's containment, the silver spear never fell into someone's hands.

Above the silver spear, a figure suddenly appeared, and this figure did not have the scorching heat of flame power, but had some cold taste.

The twelve Martial Sects suddenly raised their heads and shouted in unison, "Look for death!"

The twelve people shot at the same time, and they shot out a series of flames and bombarded the figure above, which was bound to kill the outsiders together.

The old man snorted coldly, and in an instant, the incomparable power suddenly emanated above everyone's heads, and this terrifying power instantly extinguished the greed in everyone's hearts, making people clearly feel the fear of death.

"No!"

"Who are you!"

"Bastard. ”

The twelve figures suddenly scattered.

Song Qiu slapped down with a palm, and the silver light condensed Chen's huge palm print enveloping everyone, and the martial arts sects who fled didn't even snort, they turned into pieces under the shroud of silver light, and didn't even leave dust.

Instantly, silver light poured into the magma below, and a violent tsunami surged in all directions.

In the nervous gaze of the little fat man, he saw Song Qiu holding the silver gun in his hand.

The next moment, Yechen stood on the bow of the Feiyun Treasure Ship, and Song Qiu flew back, stood beside Yechen, and then handed Yechen two silver spears.

Yechen took it, and then the Flying Cloud Treasure ship soared into the sky.

Yechen stood at the bow of the boat and asked Song Qiu lightly, "What about those Martial Emperors and Martial Saints, where did they go?"

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The Endless Sea, at the entrance to the Magma Sea, someone has placed a rocking chair here, and a coffee table is placed next to the rocking chair.

A figure dressed in white lay in a rocking chair, reaching for a cup on the coffee table, which was poured not tea, but wine.

A woman in red sat on a small bench behind the young man in white, a woman with a face that turned all beings upside down, her body wrapped in a red ribbon, and her exposed skin was as white and smooth as mutton fat, like a flame wrapped in a beautiful work of art.

The two of them sat at the entrance like this, and in the sky in front of them, there was a group of people who would be shocked if they were seen by the warriors of the Flame Empire.

Zhu Rongxin, King of Chiyan, and Liegui, King of Changyan, these two majestic men standing in front turned out to be the overlords of the southern part of the Chiyan Empire, two famous princes and kings.

Such beings are as noble as emperors, they only obey the orders of the Fire Emperor, and their every word and order can decide the life and death of hundreds of millions of people.

And the two of them arrived at the same time, behind these two people, everyone standing is an existence that can cause a great earthquake in the entire Flame Empire by stomping their feet, and now they are standing behind the two of them, you and I look at me, I look at you, no one enters the passage of the magma sea.

Even if they knew that there might be a flame beast in the magma sea, it wouldn't make them rush forward.

Because on the coffee table in front of you, in addition to the wine glass and the wine jug, there are two other things.

A wooden plaque and a human head.

This head, the warriors at the bottom may not know, but most of the people present know it, the head has wide eyes, twisted face, full of unwillingness and anger, and there is red blood under the head that has not coagulated.

This is a fresh human head, and the so-called freshness is freshly cut.

This face, many people present can be named, he is the master of the Vermilion Bird Sect, Zhu Batian, the fourth sect master of the Flame Empire, an extremely noble Martial Emperor, who can be on an equal footing with the princes and kings.

And now, his head was placed on the ground at random, and the body was nowhere to be found.

Next to the head, a wooden sign was erected, and four types were written in the dragon's flying phoenix dance: Death to the one who enters.

Two figures, a head and a brand, made Emperor Wu and Wu Zong dare not come forward.

Because, everyone knows this man with extremely chic demeanor and extremely handsome appearance: Xiao Ran.

(End of chapter)