Chapter 1685: Two hundred sixty three

Chapter 1685 Chapter 263: The Class
The crimson mysterious sky, the dragons tumbling, the red color dyed the sky and the earth, did not make Xiao Ziyu even the slightest move.
God knows how much the Yanjun of Longzhou has suffered in his heart over the past few years. He is obviously only a task of escorting the tribe into the spirit world. He clearly regards himself as a surprise soldier, how can he become the core of the Xiao family's comeback?
Just relying on an Evil King Palace and those Longzhou aristocratic families, would the Longxi Alliance shout and kill?
With! What! What!
The anger that had been tossing for several years broke out under the joint attack of the group of flame dragons, and there was a sway of madness on that red face.
With these prawns, soldiers and crabs, do you dare to strike a tiger's beard! ?
[See You Yan, Huolong Yin]
The red-haired Xiao Ziyu opened his mouth and spit out dozens of shaking orange fireworks, causing dozens of exterminating flame dragons to circle and turn around.
The abilities of the two peak spiritual power qualitative changes have long exceeded the limit of the disciples' control in the lower courtyard of Wushen Mountain. Xiao Ziyu, who has the bloodline of the acquired fire spirit body and the fire god, has only taken a few dozens of Yanlong's. Control, as instructed by an arm.
The unruly skirmishers have become elite soldiers and titanic soldiers, and the intrusion of different fires not only won the control of Yanlong, but also gave Wushenshan a second strengthening of the combined attack.
The Yanlong who broke through three qualitative changes was in Xiao Ziyu's hands, docile as a domestic dog.
Seeing that the unfavorable Twelve True Legends dared to cope with such a combined attack, one after another they made birds and beasts, but the group of lower courtyard disciples, who had been brewing for a long time and had spent most of their spiritual energy, were backlashed by the two strengthened Yanlong. The fierce flames caused Xuantian shook like being torn apart.
The fierce martial artist is in this fiercely hot flame ring, fragile like a spider web in the corner, the fire will turn into ashes as soon as it blows, and it will fall down.
Eight flame dragons of different colors stick out their heads from Xiao Ziyu's back, and wrap around his chase, limbs, turning into indestructible flame armor.
The outer ring of flames, after approaching the flame-stricken Lord Yan, looked like a temperless woman.
Xiao Ziyu, who was in the different fire armor, stood up in the wind, looked at the true biography of Wushen Mountain in the ring of flames, and shouted hysterically: "Come on, don't you want to kill me!?"
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The reason why warriors are daunting is that they have the ability to break the balance at any time.
A city that has been stable for a thousand years, as long as there is a fierce state of mind that is unhappy, it will become a red land.
Moving mountains and rivers is not a boast of the weak, but an objective description of the strength of the secondary qualitative change of spiritual power.
As far as the scale of the battle taking place in Chengzhou is right now, if it is placed in places with population secrets like Zhongzhou and Tiannan, it would be a terrible man-made disaster.
But in the deep mountains and old forests of Chengzhou, it was just enough to alarm several city-states.
To be honest, if there is a choice, these aristocratic families are unwilling to move forward, just like ordinary people see a volcanic eruption or a tsunami rushing from a distance, there is always no reason to stick together.
But this time, they can’t go. Who made them weak in Cangshan? Grandmaster Void almost interrupted the backbone of Chengzhou martial artist in the battle of Cangshan. The weaker Chengzhou is in decline.
The characteristic of decay is chaos. There are scattered cultivators who break into the fierce state and feel that they can play chess in Chengzhou, and the well domesticated tribes suddenly declared themselves independent, and even the third and fifth generations of the family and the league, they named themselves Chengzhou governor. The fanatics, and even the high-grade Tianzong who wants to preach from Zhongzhou.
In this chaos, every fierce battle is likely to change the current situation, especially the intensity of this degree.
Of course, casual practitioners can learn to bury their heads in the sand like ostriches, pretending to not see or know, anyway, in the end they just need to obey.
But the aristocratic family obviously couldn't do this. They had to clearly distinguish the movement of Chengzhou at this time, and then sway left and right like a wall of grass and choose the target to follow.
Therefore, even if a battlefield like this is daunting, they must go.
It's just that Mo Yuju couldn't think of any other two forces in Chengzhou that could fight so fiercely, looking at the blazing flames at Xuantian, it was like burning the sky.
With a sense of anxiety, the old man brought the wind agent closer to the scorched battlefield.
The lush mountains and forests can no longer distinguish the original landforms. The green waters and green hills have turned into wilted coal hills. All the woods are covered with the scorching heat of the smoke, and the potholes all over the ground are rocks covered by flames. Melted into juice, gurgling and pungent smoke.
Such a place is almost a Jedi for ordinary people, and it also illustrates the intensity of the battle just now.
Looking at the performance on this battlefield at the end, Mo Yuju probably also had a score in his heart, and it should be Wu Shenshan's lower court who made the move.
Regarding the two witches who came from Zhongzhou from afar, the various families in Chengzhou didn't like it, but what's the use if they didn't like it? Who could stop the high-grade Tianzong doing things.
I just don't know who caused Zhu Liu and Zhu Jiang to be so angry this time, turning several mountains into black and scorched places.
Looking at the devastation, Mo Yuju couldn't help but feel sad. This time Wushenshan's outrageous move has exposed his ambitions. As long as he thinks that such a fierce combined attack will fall into the city, he will be worried.
Regardless of the residual poison from the geothermal heat, the Beidou Taishan Beidou in Chengzhou searched for the mountains, hoping to find the identity of the attacked person in the traces of the broken armor weapons on the battlefield.
Just looking around, the scorching flame has melted everything in front of you, and there is nothing that can be called a trace.
Getting closer to the center of the battlefield, the geothermal heat is getting higher and higher. Many of the wind agents that follow him can't stand the heat, so they can only stop moving and look at the back of the Patriarch.
A few miles further into the center, the mountainous scorched earth was like a salary, and boiling rock water was everywhere, and the pungent smoke obscured him no longer.
Just when Mo Yuju was about to give up, he suddenly heard a faint cry for help and the sound of spiritual power fluctuations.
The joyful Chengzhou Taidou palms out the wind and gallops toward the source of the sound. Right now, he needs a living mouth to describe the cause of this battle.
The figure is like electricity shuttles in the poisonous fog, and after several breaths arrives at the side of the weak call for help, he enters the Zuibing Cave and is cold.
The Wushenshan Zhenzhu Fire Dragon, who once had a fate, was lying on the ground, his torso being burned by two different fires, one red and one white.
The red left shoulder of the burnt Wushenshan true biography, and even the ancestral witch totem that represented the highest fire on his chest, were mostly burned.
The white one spreads happiness in the gong body with the zizi body. Whenever the fire dragon condenses a little spiritual power, a hole will be opened in the gong body.
Anyone can see that the death of this Wushenshan true biography is only a matter of time, but he is struggling to sustain it with superhuman perseverance.
After seeing Mo Yuju, Zhu Huolong's eyes burst into survival, and he screamed: "Mr. Mo, help!"
(End of this chapter)