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It's deserted.

There was silence.

A red light suddenly came.

A cloud of light followed.

One after the other, hovering over here.

"It's easy to kill you, and it doesn't have to be affected, but this seat is also a cautious person. ”

The voice in the red light said slowly: "To avoid unnecessary trouble, this is your burial place...... This seat will burn you to ashes and scatter them here. ”

"Then it's up to you. ”

Qingyuan's gaze was slightly condensed.

Dao art is not widespread, no matter how powerful it is.

Similar to the wind without scenery in all directions, it can affect thousands of miles of sea and set off a huge tsunami, but when condensed in the palm of the hand, it is even more terrifying and powerful. Another example is Gu Yue's finger of the gods, one finger can shatter the mountains, but condensed in one finger, almost everything is impermeable, and it can be broken with one finger.

Even if it is the fire line magic technique, it is like this, it is as subtle as a line, sharp and sharp, penetrating everything.

But the fighting method of really letting go of hands and feet will inevitably spread out.

The collision of spells, the emanation of might, once swept away...... Even those of them who cast spells can't control it.

Qingyuan does not want to affect the barbarians, and the evil gods do not want to hurt the believers.

And one more point.

Among the barbarians, although the tribal believers have become hesitant about the resentment of Qingyuan and their belief in the evil gods, there are still some after all. The oppression of one trade-off, although subtle, exists after all.

Changing the position is quite beneficial to Qingyuan.

But the evil god has also changed positions, and his mind is quite complicated...... He didn't treat Kiyohara as an ant that could be easily killed, so he was careful not to spread to the barbarian believers. But he didn't take Qingyuan too seriously, otherwise he wouldn't have given up the relatively subtle "geographical advantage" in the barbarians.

"Just a master, this seat depends on how much ability you have!"

A flame burst from the red light.

The flames form a ring, the outer ends are densely spiked, and they spin in an instant.

Vulcan Wheel!

"That's all I have to do......"

Qingyuan stretched out his hand a little, the middle dantian shook, and the immortal fire Zhenyan burst out with a wisp of breath, plus the mana that was transformed into fire in his body, pointed from his fingers, and landed on the back of the ancient mirror.

So on the back of the ancient mirror, a flash of fire appeared, condensed into a ring, and there were fine spikes at the outer end, which rotated.

Also for the Vulcan wheel!

......

East of the barbarians.

"Want to follow?" Elder Wen turned his head and looked at Fang Ming.

Huo He Sang and Xin Baiku, also cast their eyes on it.

Unconsciously, this calm and intelligent young cultivator of Middle-earth already had a position among the four to lead decision-making.

Fang Ming was also aware of this, and his mind moved, he also valued the skills of these three people, if he could accept them for his own use...... But the idea just started, and it disappeared, after all, life and death are worrying at the moment, and thinking too far is ridiculous.

"Can't go......" Fang Ming shook his head and said: "Not to mention that they are flying away in the clouds and fog, and they are extremely fast, we may not be able to catch up, and we may not be able to go." Let's just say that now, it's not good to go...... Previously, they fought here, and they were afraid of the barbarian people, but when they went to other barren places, let go of their hands and feet, it was inevitable that it would be affected, although we had some Taoism, but under the residual power of their fighting methods, they might not be able to save their lives. ”

When the three of them heard this, it was also quite reasonable.

Elder Wen pondered for a moment and asked, "Then what should I do next?"

Fang Ming looked up and said, "I'm waiting for the Dao to be too low, under the scene where they let go of their hands and feet to fight, the sneak attack is useless, any move is in vain, and now it's just a matter of resignation." ”

When Old Wen heard this, his heart sank, but other than that, there seemed to be no other way.

This ancient old man has always been a bit resourceful, even if he is the god of fire, he often has to consult his meaning when he is in trouble.

Among the cultivators who were subdued by the god of fire, he has always been the leader, first, he is old and knowledgeable, second, he is also highly Taoist and has a stable state of mind, and third, he is also familiar with some calculations, and his mind is very high, and he can be regarded as a strategist.

But now, even he ...... also unconsciously, led by Fang Ming.

"This young man ......" Elder Wen looked at him, his gaze changed slightly.

This young man named Fang Ming, because of his injuries, was deceived by the Yu Shangren to the barbarian tribe and surrendered by the Fire God, and this alone had already made Elder Wen slightly despise. In the later period, this Fang Ming was also relatively mediocre and ordinary, and there was not much brilliance, so Elder Wen didn't pay much attention to it.

But this time when he went out, after meeting that Mr. Kiyohara, this young man's words and deeds turned out to be quite wise.

He used to be under the Vulcan, but he was just clumsy?

He was deceived by Yu Shangren, and he also had a hard time?

"Old Man Wen......" Fang Ming's voice interrupted the old man's thoughts, "Go to the barbarian department and appease everyone...... Mr. Kiyohara was not a ruthless person who did not want to hurt the innocent, while the Vulcan regarded the people of this tribe as believers and did not want to hurt them. Next, let's start from the barbarian side, whether it is Mr. Kiyohara or Vulcan who comes at the end, it will add a bit of goodwill. ”

When Elder Wen heard this, he also had some truth, but his mind moved, and he couldn't help asking, "Who do you think can win?"

When Fang Ming heard this, he was slightly silent, and then said, "Judging from the Dao line, it should be the Fire God who cultivates to a higher level...... In terms of skills, Qing Yuan used all the techniques of the Fire God, of course, maybe he didn't need to use his own Dao Techniques at all, or perhaps, his own Dao Techniques were very ordinary, not as good as divine arts. If you make calculations from all aspects, I'm afraid that the Vulcan will win higher......"

Wen Lao nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I think so too." ”

The other two also signaled the same.

However, at this moment, Fang Ming said, "But from the premonition of a cultivator, I always feel that I ...... This Mr. Kiyohara is even more unfathomable. ”

The other three were stunned, only to feel that there was some absurdity in his words.

The three of them were not as young as Fang Ming, they had been under the Fire God for many years, and the Fire God had suppressed it with majesty in his heart, almost establishing an invincible momentum that could not be matched.

Although the three of them also preferred that Mr. Kiyohara win, they also thought that Mr. Kiyohara did have some chance of winning.

But in their hearts, after all, they still prefer the god of fire.

If not, why bother to come back to the barbarian tribe and try to improvise to avoid being settled by the Vulcan Queen?

"I just had a gut feeling. ”

Fang Ming laughed at himself: "You don't have to take it seriously. ”

......

Thousands of miles north of the barbarians.

The two Vulcan wheels collided together.

It exploded into infinite flames.

This desolate land has set off a vast sea of fire.

The land is burning.

The smoke was thick and the red light was like fog.

The clouds of heaven are colored with the luster of flames.

"You really have mastered the magic of this seat. ”

There was an incredible smell in the voice of the evil god, and although there had been speculation for a long time, it was still unbelievable at the moment.

"Stealing this throne's divine art, your attainments are especially better than mine, what kind of method are you?"

"Is it by virtue of a mysterious method, imitating the method of this seat?"

"Or with that treasure mirror, form the same reflection as the divine art of this seat?"

With the sound of shouting, the red light gradually spread, obscuring a radius of several miles.

Qingyuan took a step back, withdrew from the range of the red light, listened to the sound of questioning, and only said lightly: "I cast the spell myself, didn't you see it?"

This is not an imitation, nor is it a reflection.

This is the spell that was cast from Kiyohara's hands.

The evil god fell silent suddenly.

Then there was the flames rushing into the sky.

That's fury!(To be continued.) )