Chapter 3268: The first fire

"Human kid, what did you do to him?" The remaining three sacred fire dragons and lions couldn't laugh, and stared at Xiao Fan murderously.
With a cruel smile on Xiao Fan's face, he stepped forward and said, "If you say anything more, you will die!"
His words were very cold and extremely domineering.
Obviously speaking from the mouth of a monk in the Great Realm, but the three holy fire dragon lions had to believe it.
This human race kid in front of him, maybe there is a way to destroy them.
After a short while, Xiao Fan walked past the three of them, until Xiao Fan was in the passage, and the three of them recovered.
"What about the youngest?" One of the holy fire dragon lions asked worriedly.
"What else can I do, hurry up with the body of the youngest!" The largest sacred fire dragon and lion returned to his senses, carrying the two flames and quickly followed.
They can clearly feel that their youngest aura is constantly weakening, and with their eyesight, they don't even know how to treat them and can only rely on Xiao Fan.
Deep in the passage, there is a vast space, and there is magma everywhere in the space, forming a sea of ​​magma.
The magma sea gurgled up with bubbles, and the hot steam steamed up, even the Great Emperor could not bear it.
But on the floating island in the middle of the magma sea, there was a golden lion, and the golden lion was lying weakly on the floating island.
In its hair, there was still a vaguely breath, like a fire burning.
Around the golden lion, there was a curtain of flame shrouded, isolating the inside and outside, only black chains were fastened to it, traversing the void, and buckled deeply into the surrounding cliffs.
The iron chain was buckled into the flesh and blood of the golden lion, and the golden blood flowed out, exuding the brilliance of divinity, as if a group of flames were burning in the blood. "Boy, this is the end of the fight against me, Jin Feilin. In another hour, the first generation fire spirit in your body will be completely refined by me, and I will become the first generation holy fire dragon lion! And you are just a mortal body without the fire spirit , I want to kill you, just flip
Between. "
A rough voice sounded, but a sacred fire dragon lion seven or eight feet high stepped on the fire cloud, suspended not far from the golden lion, and said condescendingly.
Hearing the words, the golden lion opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the holy fire dragon and lion indifferently and said, "My first generation fire spirit is for you, why do you want to kill me?"
"Huh, would you be so kind?" Jin Feilin grinned and said with disdain: "There are some things that can only be considered precious only if they are obtained with all their efforts. What you can give me is definitely not as good as what I got myself."
When the golden lion heard the words, he stopped paying attention to Jin Feilin, and it didn't make much sense to talk to such a person.
"Stop talking? Then you wait for your death slowly. Without the original fire spirit, you cannot withstand the burning of the flames here. It won't take long before it turns into ashes." Jin Feilin sneered.
On top of the golden lion's head, there was a group of golden flames surging, and the flame slowly formed and condensed into a golden lion in the air.
Looking at the golden flame lion, Jin Feilin's eyes were burning, his eyes full of greed.
This is the so-called first-generation fire spirit that Jin Feilin said, anyone who gets it can greatly increase its potential and have unlimited breakthrough possibilities.
It's like the original blood of other races, and it's extremely powerful.
But the golden lion, who had lost the golden flame, became more and more depressed. The golden hair on his body slowly fell off, and the light slowly disappeared.
Instead, there was a piece of white hair, which was crystal clear, gleaming like ice crystals.
However, Jin Feilin did not pay attention to it, and continued to extract the power of the first generation of fire spirits. In his eyes, the golden lion had only one ending.
Almost an hour later, all the golden hairs of the golden lion's body fell off, and ice crystal hair covered the whole body.
"Can't hold on so soon?" Jin Feilin couldn't help showing a suspicious look when he saw the golden lion's state.
But when he saw the flame golden lion, he ignored the golden lion.
He opened his mouth and inhaled, the flame golden lion was swallowed in vain by him, and then his figure kept getting smaller, only ten feet in size remained.
He quickly landed on another small floating island that he had already prepared and began to refine.
"When I refine the first-generation Fire Spirit, you probably have turned into ashes. Brother, I can't bear to see you die with my own eyes." Jin Feilin laughed to himself.
How could the golden lion that lost the original fire spirit resist the burning of the surrounding flames?
After a pause, Jin Feilin laughed again: "Don't even think about anyone coming to save you. This world of stars is all mine. Just wait for death slowly..."
"is it?"
Before Jin Feilin's words fell, suddenly an indifferent voice sounded, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, and then he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound.
There, a flash of light flew by and appeared on the floating island where the golden lion was. He was holding a blood-colored long sword in his hand, gently cutting toward the iron chains.
"Who are you, dare to enter my holy fire dragon and lion holy land? With the broken iron in your hand, you also want to cut off the ten thousand years of black profound iron..." Jin Feilin stared angrily at the figure.
It was just that before he could finish speaking, a series of crisp sounds of golden and stone strikes came from the void, and the hard-to-cut iron chains in his eyes were all like mud, broken without pressure.
Jin Feilin's pupils shrank slightly and looked at the figure in horror, but soon became greedy.
Even thousands of years of black profound iron can be cut so easily, how can this sword be simple?
If you can get this sword, your fighting power will definitely increase!
"Brother San?" At this moment, the golden lion opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the figure in front of him with a look of surprise, his paws couldn't help rubbing his eyes and said, "I'm dreaming?"
The person here is not someone else, but Xiao Fan.
The lion who can call Xiao Fan the third brother naturally only has Xiaojin.
"Xiaojin, it's me." Xiao Fan nodded, with a smile on his face, and said: "You lie down for a while, I will solve him first and then talk to you."
After that, Xiao Fan suddenly looked at Jin Feilin and walked over slowly with the Shura sword in his hand.
Who had a good end for the brother Xiao Fan?
Jin Feilin was not moved, but sneered: "Brother three? So, are you brothers? Do you want to save him?"
Jin Feilin looked at Xiao Fan with a playful look as he was holding the winning ticket.
Xiao Fan didn't say a word, but looked at Jin Feilin as if he was watching a dead person. He was just about to make a move, when Xiao Jin stopped him: "Brother, don't do it, killing him will only dirty your hands!" As if he heard Tianda's joke, he said with disdain: "Just because you want to kill me? Now, I have the first generation of fire spirit."