The temperature on this flame is terrifying, as if it can burn everything.
"Boss, this flame is so scary!"
"be careful!"
Seeing this scene, the figures of Xiaojiao, Huantian and others immediately retreated.
But Xiaojiao's eyes fell on Mo Wentian, and his voice was full of concern.
"This emperor knows!"
"A quarter of an hour is enough for me to deal with this little bastard!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian turned around and grinned at Xiaojiao and the others behind him.
That look seemed to be full of confidence in dealing with the Fire Blade Spirit in front of him.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"But you will be burned to ashes soon, and you won't be able to be arrogant even if you want!"
"By the way, I can also tell you that once you are burned by my fire, your soul will not be able to escape!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Fire Blade Ling's eyes were extremely cold.
At the same time, the power of the Fire Blade Spirit was terrifying.
Especially the flames that were sprayed out from his mouth towards Mo Wentian were as powerful as the Emperor's Perfection.
"You can't even think of escaping?"
"Little bastard, this emperor should be the one to say this to you!"
His eyes suddenly shrank, Mo Wentian's expression was extremely cold, and his deep voice was even more cold.
The killing intent in Mo Wentian's eyes instantly rose.
"Boy, let me see how crazy you can be in front of my fierce flames!"
The Fire Blade Spirit seemed to be angered by Mo Wentian, and the flames it sprayed out towards Mo Wentian became even louder.
That fierce flame seems to be able to burn everything to ashes!
"I want to burn this emperor!"
"Let's see how I return it to you!"
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, a bright light suddenly appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, the time roulette appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
As the Time Roulette appeared, an immortal aura quickly spread to the surroundings with the Time Roulette as the center.
"Time Roulette!"
"Time slows down!"
Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and directly hit countless seals on the time roulette.
And as these countless seals were played, the time roulette, which was originally no bigger than the size of a palm, suddenly grew to a size of hundreds of feet.
"What... what's going on?"
"Why can't my fire get closer to that boy?"
At this moment, a voice of exclamation sounded.
I saw a figure in the void looking at Mo Wentian with disbelief on his face.
"How's it going, little bastard?"
"Is this Emperor's time roulette good to you?"
Looking at the Fire Blade Spirit, an evil smile appeared on Mo Wentian's face.
"Time Roulette?"
"Boy, you are plotting!"
"If you have the ability, just have an open and fair fight with me!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a hint of doubt arose in Fire Blade Spirit's eyes.
But the next moment, as if he remembered something, the Fire Blade Spirit's eyes flashed with light, and a gleam of light passed by instantly.
Looking at Mo Wentian, he shouted coldly.
"Little bastard, this emperor is fighting an open battle!"
"Don't you like to breathe fire? Come on, take back the fire and breathe it out properly!"
His eyes suddenly shrank, and Mo Wentian's expression turned cold.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared into the void.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure appeared not far from the Fire Blade Spirit.
But in the void, at this moment, the flames sprayed out by the Fire Blade Spirit seemed to have encountered some obstacle, and the speed was extremely slow.
Originally, it only took a few breaths to reach the flames on Mo Wentian's body. At the current speed, it would probably take tens of thousands of years to reach it.
And how could Mo Wentian wait in place for tens of thousands of years.
Mo Wentian waved his hand, and the countless flames in the void actually changed direction and headed towards the Fire Blade Spirit.
"This is the fire I breathed out, how can it come back?"
"No… "
Looking at the scene in the void, the Fire Blade Spirit's eyes were filled with shock.
At this moment, his body subconsciously wanted to retreat.
Although the Fire Blade Spirit is a war spirit that cultivates the power of flames, the flames that come back are still extremely destructive to him.
"In front of this emperor, do you still want to escape?"
"This is simply impossible!"
A cold voice sounded, and the murderous intent in Mo Wentian's eyes was terrifying.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared into the void.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure appeared in front of the Fire Blade Spirit, directly blocking the direction in which the Fire Blade Spirit escaped.
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Fire Blade Ling's eyes flashed with an extremely cold look.
Pretending to be calm, he said coldly.
"What do I want to do?"
"This emperor wants you to die!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian held the Heaven-Eating Divine Sword and struck out with the sword.
"Emperor, no!"
And just when Mo Wentian's Heaven-Eating Divine Sword was about to insert into the Fire Blade Spirit's chest, the Blade Spirit's voice came.
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's hand stopped directly in the void.
"Why?"
Mo Wentian looked at Blade Spirit with confusion in his eyes.
"Reporting to the Emperor, you took the Nether Dragon Blade to take the Dragon Sky Map!"
"And the most powerful thing about this Ghost Dragon Blade is not the artifact itself, but the existence of me and the Fire Blade Spirit!"
"Emperor, if you want to seize the Dragon Sky Map, the Fire Blade Spirit cannot be killed. The two of us are indispensable!"
A complicated look flashed across Blade Spirit's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.
"According to what you said, this little bastard, I am going to stay?"
Mo Wentian frowned slightly and asked rhetorically.
"Yes, Emperor!"
"If you want to deal with it, you have to at least wait until you capture the Dragon Sky Map!"
Blade Spirit looked at Mo Wentian with a very respectful expression.
"In that case!"
"Little bastard, for the sake of the blade spirit, I will spare your life for now!"
“But it’s hard to escape the penalty of death to avoid the penalty of living!”
After receiving Blade Spirit's affirmative answer again, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Slave God Seal!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all.
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian shot countless seals towards the void.
As the seals were played one after another, a simple and boundless word "Slave" appeared in the void.
"You... what do you want to do?"
Looking at the word "Slave" appearing in the void and the aura emanating from the word "Slave", the Fire Blade Spirit felt a bad premonition rising from the bottom of his heart.
The Mo Wentian in front of him was like a high and mighty king, extremely powerful.
At this moment, he even felt his knees weak, and he had the urge to kneel down to Mo Wentian.
But he held on, as if Mo Wentian's power was too great and he couldn't bear it anymore.
"uh-huh… "
He groaned, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.