The nine powerhouses have all refined countless Taoism. This is an external force. With the help of this external force, they can exert a destructive power far beyond their own realm.
The power of the fire of the sun at the moment Xichan is totally different from when she fought with Xia Qingyu.
The space where Ye Futian is located is like a real fireball of the sun, with wisps of destruction flames and Dao intentionally killing him, his body transforms into a furnace, drowning his body in the flames, and when Dao intentions come, it will be swallowed by the furnace. Exercise it so that it does not touch the body.
The sun seemed to burst, and the power of destruction flooded the void, burying Ye Futian inside.
There are ancient characters around Ye Futian's body, and the participation in the same contract is released to the extreme. Many Dao and meanings are merged into fire. They are turned into furnaces and furnaces. The fire of the sun flooded in Xichan and buried him. Among them, people from outside could hardly see Ye Futian's body, only flames.
The fiery storm swept across the world, but the people around were standing there steadily. There were no weak ones among the people present.
The terrible storm gradually extinguished, Xichan stared at the front, the avenue furnace tripod was still there, Ye Futian's body was looming in it, making Xichan's face a little embarrassing, and her many ways to invade Ye Futian were not only absent. He hurt him, but he was tempered by the opponent.
Everyone around also looked at Ye Futian, and there was a slight wave in his heart. The terrifying furnace tripod surrounded Ye Futian's body, refining the power of heaven and earth, and all kinds of Taoism, all for their own use.
This method is bound to be very tyrannical.
No wonder he was able to get here. It seems that his cultivation method can be used in flames, and it is also very tyrannical in the way of refining flames.
A strange color flashed in the eyes of the strong Wu clan. It seemed that the person Zhu Clan asked them to choose might be underestimated.
Even if it's just on the flame, he is very strong.
Xichan incarnates the sacred body of the nine suns, and the nine suns blend into the body, like a sun goddess, bathing in the sacred fire, her body rushes out, and rushes towards Ye Futian. The spell cannot shake Ye Futian, only a hard attack.
When he ran wildly, Xichan gained momentum, raised his hand and blasted out, and a series of sun fists broke through the void, like a huge fireball, blasting at Ye Futian's body, containing terrible explosive and destructive power.
"Boom!" The sun furnace above Ye Futian's body oscillated, and a giant sword appeared in front of him, shaped like Kassapa, but forged from the fire of the avenue, it was a holy sword of flames.
boom.
With a loud noise, Ye Futian's body soared into the air, the sword cut out, and the Sun Fist was cut and cut off. The sword of the avenue was boundless and gorgeous, cutting down from the sky, breaking through the void, and stabbing Xichan's body.
Xichan raised his arm directly, and the Nine Sun protector, raised his hand to blast out, and collided with the sword.
The violent sword slammed down, tore a wave of fists, and pierced Xichan's arm. The terrifying flame swept down in an instant, submerging her in it, as if to refine it.
There was a muffled hum, Xichan only felt that her body was also corroded by flames, and a smear of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her body retreated, but Ye Futian did not guard her. The sword continued to kill, and the flames swallowed away. Xichan's face was pale and delicate. The torso fell directly to the ground, vomiting blood continuously.
Ye Futian's figure flashed, and he descended in front of her, only to see Xichan staring at him and said: "I am defeated."
Ye Futian ignored the other party, and the fire of the avenue rushed over, Xichan's eyes were cold, staring at Ye Futian firmly.
But seeing the decisiveness in Ye Futian's eyes, she finally sighed, gave up all the fire, and moved towards Ye Futian's body, letting the other party plunder and leave.
Soon, the sacred fire on Xichan's body disappeared, as if he had returned to peace.
"Also." Ye Futian didn't plan to let it go, and continued to speak.
"You..." Xichan's face was extremely embarrassed, staring at him firmly, Ye Futian ignored her gaze.
In the old days in the city of Jianmu, when he got the right to the emperor, Xichan didn't treat him kindly, so he shot straight away.
He doesn't pay attention to the rules and only talks about the strength, so he will naturally not be polite with the other party.
Seeing Ye Futian's indifference, Xichan's beautiful face was covered with frost, and finally handed over the fire, Ye Futian accepted it, and then let her turn around.
After Xichan's defeat, the sun's rays falling on her became dim, and even the strong man on the castle connected to her weakened, and was no longer as strong as before, and looked extremely mysterious.
It seems that the whole big array is missing one piece, this one is bleak and dull.
The brilliance of Ye Futian's body is a little brighter, and the figure on the castle connected to the strong Wu family has a stronger aura.
The Suzaku clan of the nine tribes has already withdrawn from this ancestral land dispute.
When Xichan walked back, he showed a hint of apologetic expression. The Vermillion Bird tribe didn't say much, but sighed secretly in his heart. The descendants of the Xi family on the Jianmu ancient tree seemed to be not strong enough.
Ye Futian returned to the place, sat cross-legged directly, and continued to refine the Dao Yi from the plunder.
However, the refining of these Dao intentions takes time. Even though the Dao Fire that he has refined and can be used directly is already extremely strong, it is not possible to refine other Dao intentions into it overnight.
The Zhu family expert glanced at Ye Futian. This Ye Futian is stronger than he thought. Later, maybe he can use him to deal with Duan Wuji and Jiuyou Shengjun disciples first. With their harsh eyes, it is natural to see these two. People are more difficult.
At this time, the prince Duan Wuji of the Eastern Palace stepped out and walked to the center of the crowd. Many people were nervous. This prince was the son of the emperor of the Crimson Dragon Realm, and he controlled the eastern region of the Red Dragon Realm. Powerful, is called the God-Eater Fire.
When Duan Wuji walked out, his gaze fell on the Yan Prison City powerhouse who was cooperating with the Beili tribe. The Yan Prison City powerhouse frowned slightly. Although he did not want to face this section of Wuji, he still had to step out at this time. , Every step makes the void tremble.
The meaning of monstrous flames swept out, the fire of hell was burning, and a terrifying flame war god appeared behind the strong man in the prison city. His body merged into it, his body became larger, and he also transformed into a flame war sage.
Duan Wuji looked at his tall figure and entered the arena with a look. The aquamarine flames around his body were burning, flowing around his body, like a devouring storm, swallowing the flames of the surrounding sky and earth into the body.
"Bang." The flame war god stepped forward, a horrible aura swept out, Duan Wuji stood still there, his body was suspended, his hands stretched out, and the turquoise flames swirled in the center of his palms. Make a terrible storm, getting bigger and bigger.
In a blink of an eye, an emerald green vortex appeared above Duan Wuji's head, and it was still devouring the flames between the heavens and the earth, growing bigger and bigger.
This terrifying vortex shrouded directly towards the body of the god of war, and saw the palm of the strong man in the prison blast forward, and in an instant, like a magma-like flame madly shot out, turning into a terrible flame light. Want to melt the vortex in front of him.
But the whirlpool directly swallowed the fire of magma, and the endless green light shot down, descending on the huge body of the flame war god, and bit by bit ate the flames on the opponent's body, turning it into green. The color is like the fire of a demon.
Even, the strong man in the prison city only felt that his soul would be drawn into that terrible devouring fire. His face was extremely ugly. Is he actually without resistance
The opponent's Dao Huo directly crushed his Dao Huo.
The flames were swallowed crazily, and the body of the flame war god continued to shrink. Soon, a figure exploded, Dao Huo was swallowed up, and the terrifying whirlpool returned directly to Duan Wuji's body, and then surrounded his body a little bit. Pouring into him.
"Acceptance." Duan Wuji said, and then stepped back. Like Ye Futian, the light on his body was more dazzling, while the light on the Beili tribe and the strong man in Yan Prison City dimmed.
The people around were quite frightened, because they were refining Daohuo to increase their strength. This battle was actually a battle for flames. It depends on who used the refining flame to be stronger in their own attacks.
As the prince of the Eastern Palace, Duan Wuji had a crushing advantage in the face of the strong of Yan Prison City.
The disciples of Saint Sovereign of Jiuzhou stepped out and challenged the strong man of Chixiao City who had teamed up with the Shang clan. It was another great battle. As a descendant of the human queen, Pang Clan of Chixiao City was defeated by disciples of Sage Sovereign Jiuyou.
This disciple of Jiuyou Shengjun is good at black lotus karma fire, its destructive power is extremely terrible, and it can burn people’s souls. He made all the plundered Dao fire into black lotus karma fire, causing its black refining karma fire to burst out of unparalleled destruction. Power, defeat the opponent.
After the three wars, only three of them did not fight. Yin Tianjiao took the initiative to step out and challenge the disciples of the Southern Realm Chiming Sage. Both of them were extremely powerful and collided with each other.
But in the end, Yin Tianjiao was even better and defeated the disciple of Saint Chiming.
Above the castle of the sun, the place where the sun is shrouded, the brilliance of the four powerful tribes is dim. This time the opportunity of the ancestral land, once again passed them by.
Of the nine powerhouses, eight of them participated in the battle, but Chang Huai hadn't fought yet. He frowned and glanced at the four powerhouses.
Duan Wuji, Yin Tianjiao, Jiuyou Shengjun disciple, Ye Futian.
There is not a role that is easy to provoke, no one is sure that he can win.
Even more likely to lose.
But at this time, he also had to walk out. He glanced at Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged and still busy refining Dao Huo. Chang Huai said: "In the past, the city of wood was a bit misunderstood. Tao is so good at it, and I will learn from it today."
Ye Futian, who was practicing, opened his eyes and glanced at Chang Huai who was looking at him. The roaring sound came out, and his body was directly transformed into a terrifying avenue furnace. With a loud noise, Ye Futian disappeared in the moment he stood up. His body was extremely violent, like a melting pot of the sun, appeared directly in front of Chang Huai, raising his fist and blasting out, the violent air wave swept out and slapped on Chang Huai's body.
His face changed in shock, and his body wanted to retreat. A powerful spatial Dao intention confined his body, making him feel difficult to move. Even though the fire technique is tyrannical, it is still impossible not to be affected by other abilities.
Chang Huai could only hurriedly raise his hand to attack, burning the sky with flames.
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