Seeing the visitor clearly, Zhaoming's face changed drastically. Finally, he knew why the high priest of the witch clan dared to mobilize so many immortal kings to come here.

The visitor was wearing a red brocade robe, a three-pointed purple gold crown, and a dragon and tiger steps, like an emperor patrol. Who would he be if he was not the Eastern Prince?

The two followed him, both were immortal kings, one with a large black bow on his back, which was the arrow god king who had met in Yaochi in the past.

The other one is short, skinny, with a very strange appearance, and his body is shining with black and white energy, which is not as weak as the Eastern Prince.

Seeing the appearance of the Eastern Prince, many of the great witches changed their faces and were prepared for their own defense.

Only the high priest of the witch clan looked calm and seemed to have known it. He smiled slightly: "It's time to come, and he deserves to be the King of the East, full of heroism and fearlessness."

The Dong Prince snorted coldly: "You have shown enough sincerity, so I will come naturally! But I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise..."

I snorted a few times, but I stopped talking too much.

"I'll know if you are lying to you later. Since I'm here, I won't talk about other irrelevant things today, and I'll put my position aside for the time being. I've brewed some wine to help me taste it?"

The high priest of the witch clan took out the table and chairs, condensed the clouds and made a blanket, hung high in the air, and then sat in the air.

The Eastern Prince was not polite, so he soared into the air and sat down on the side of the high priest of the witch clan.

The other immortal kings and great witches stood together. Although they did not take action directly because of the high priest of the witch clan and the eastern prince, they still looked at each other with a sense of tension.

At this time, Zhaoming's mind was in chaos. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could not believe that the Dong Prince, who should have been the biggest opponent, would sit with the high priest of the witch clan, and would come to watch his battle with Zhu Hong.

There must be something behind this that I don’t know, but Zhaoming can’t figure it out even if he thinks it.

Now the Eastern Prince is sitting here, let alone so many immortal kings in the Kunlun Mountain Front. Even if a few people are drawn, I am afraid there will be no fighting there.

At this time, the high priest of the witch clan suddenly shouted: "If it were just my witch clan watching the battle here, it would be unfair. Today I would like to invite the Eastern Prince to come here as a testimony. Zhaoming. You will not have any objection!"

Zhaoming couldn't think of any clues, so he could only smile and said, "Of course I have no objection. In this battle, there will be no draw, and it doesn't matter who will watch the battle."

"Okay, since that's the case, you guys start!" The high priest of the witch clan nodded and said no more.

At the beginning... Zhaoming's heart is beating a drum at this moment. He always feels that there is a huge conspiracy behind this, but he can't figure it out, so how can he start.

But he was like this, but Zhu Hong didn't. He refreshed his mind and condensed his energy, and he looked at Zhaoming and said coldly: "A ants who could kill him with his hand raised, but now he has reached this level. What a joke."

"The demon clan is in decline, I don't know how to survive. I dare to come out. I'll send you to see your fox demon mother today."

The three words "Fox Demon Girl" made Zhaoming's heart tighten, and he felt a slight tingling pain, and then suddenly came to his senses.

I immediately took a deep breath and put down many thoughts in my heart. All my attention was placed on Zhu Hong. Let’s not talk about other things for now. Killing this big enemy first is the main thing.

I immediately concentrated my mind and raised my energy, and fired a raging flame around me.

Six flying fire meteors circling around their bodies, guiding the blazing flames, like fire dragons protecting their bodies.

"Little bastard. die!"

Zhu Hong shouted loudly, and a long sword of flame condensed in his hand. The blade's flames circled rapidly, and it seemed like a serrated rolling towards Zhaoming.

Zhaoming was naturally not afraid of such a method, but he did not use the hand-to-hand combat he was best at, but retreated slowly, urging the flying fire meteor to guide the spiral of the sky fire, and killed Zhu Hong.

Both of them practiced the fire movement technique, and Acao's fire control technique was even better than the other party in the past, but he lost in physical defense.

Today I am here to avenge Acao. If I use my magical powers, I will inevitably feel that I am not powerful.

Back then, Acao only used flames, so he naturally had to use flames to defeat the other party, rather than other means.

With one knife, he hit a flying fire meteor. Zhu Hong's long flame knife in his hand was cut like a sawtooth, causing sparks.

However, the Flying Fire Meteor is quite hard and can even compete with the sub-saint attacks, so naturally there is no fear of such an attack.

"ah!"

Zhu Hong shouted again, and picked a long sword in his hand towards the sky. A sword light spanned tens of thousands of meters toward Zhaoming.

The sky fire was slashed by Li Li. At the same time, a flame, like a surging earth fire, rushed out of the earth's crust like a volcanic eruption, locking Zhaoming, with a fast speed, making it difficult to react.

With two-pronged approach, Zhaoming was prepared for his time under the concentration of the prosperity and his heart moved, and he easily stopped the fire escape technique when he activated the fire escape.

With a raised hand, the endless flames rushed towards Zhu Hong from all directions, and in an instant they completely wrapped him up. Just as he was about to trap him, a terrible energy fluctuation came from the Xuanji Heavenly Fire. When the flames rushed again, Zhu Hong rushed out wrapped in endless flames, and the long sword in his hand slashed directly at Zhaoming Zifu.

He is also an expert in fire play. Although the flames he activates are not as good as the domineering of Xuanji Tianhuo, he is also extraordinary, with the power of the Southern Ming Lihuo. Moreover, his defense against flames is not comparable to that of ordinary monks. Even if Xuanji Tianhuo is domineering, he is wrapped with his own flame and is not injured.

Ba Jue attacked with a sword, and Zhaoming used the fire escape technique to avoid it, condensed the flames, and turned into countless meteor showers to kill Zhu Hong.

Zhu Hong was not showing any weakness. The long sword of flames in his hand danced wildly, and the flames flew like rain, facing Zhaoming's magical powers.

The Dong Prince, who was drinking and watching the battle, had never left Zhaoming with his eyes. His eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to see through everything. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and drank a glass of wine and said lightly: "I thought it would be the same, but it doesn't seem to be much different from this taste. Have you only pointed out these things in the past two months?"

The high priest of the witch clan smiled slightly: "You have to taste wine carefully, slowly, and gradually get better. You can feel the aftertaste of the prescriptions. This is just the beginning, so how can you easily draw conclusions?"

"Are you just the beginning?" The King of the East smiled as if nothing had happened: "But why do I feel that he has done his best? As I know, the strongest part of this Fire-Swallowing Demon is not only the flame, but also the body, the body that is stronger than your witch clan."

"Although he cannot be said to be sacrificing his strengths to make the shortcomings, he may only exert half of the combat power, which is enough to make your witch disciples overwhelmed and exhausted. This battle may not last long."

He was an immortal king or a top master who used fire. He could see the battle between the two very thoroughly, even surpassing the high priest of the witch clan.

At present, Zhaoming and Zhu Hong seem to be on par, but if you feel it carefully, you can't see that Zhu Hong, who seems to be attacking, has actually been defending, while Zhaoming, who seems to be countering the moves, has always taken the initiative.

Especially with the control of the delicate parts of the flame, Zhaoming is more than a little stronger than Zhu Hong.

To a certain extent, it is more like Zhaoming joking about Zhu Hong, not at the same level at all.

Zhu Zhuang Dawu was also worried. Although his strength was not as good as the Prince of the East, he could see a lot. Moreover, he knew very well what Zhu Hong's strength was.

The high priest's guidance for two months seemed to have not improved Zhu Hong's combat effectiveness. Zhaoming was a Taiyi Golden Immortal who could even defeat Meng Jiu. If such a battle was unchanged, the result would be self-evident. It was only a matter of time.

However, the high priest of the witch clan was the old god, with a calm face, drinking slowly, and shaking his head from time to time, as if he was quite enjoying it.

Zhaoming was quite puzzled by the many immortal kings and witches thinking this way.

Although he felt some different aura from Zhu Hong, the opponent's combat power did not seem to have improved a little. If he tried his best, he would probably only need a dozen moves to resolve the battle.

The high priest of the Witch Clan will never do useless achievements, nor will he easily let the Witch Clan disciples die. So what is his intention?

I couldn't figure it out, so I could only give up, calm down, and prepare to do my best.

The Tiger Roaring Heaven, Yangming Technique, and the Phoenix Marrow Cleansing Technique, the true energy in the body was activated to the extreme. The flame pattern condensed behind the body, like a flame phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly.

The flame pattern extended and covered the entire battlefield. The flame technique was activated again, but when the flames surged, Zhaoming's body almost disappeared and completely turned into flames.

With a light lift, countless spirals of heavenly fire appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the flame pattern and sweeping towards Zhu Hong.

Zhu Hong shouted loudly and slashed down with a knife. Although the flames were in the middle, they could not be split. The flames turned into several strands of circling like a spiritual snake, wrapping up Zhu Hong's limbs.

"solidification!"

Zhaoming held his five fingers. But he saw that several spiraling sky fires instantly turned into entities, turning into flame shackles, completely wrapping Zhu Hong.

With five fingers stretched out, a whirlwind of flame appeared again in the palm of the palm, rushing into the sky.

"Flame hidden!"

In an instant, countless meteor showers fell from all directions, bombarding Zhu Hong crazily.

This is a move that was learned from the Nine-Head Emperor's World-Signed Power Nine Chapters of the Hidden Treasure, and bombarded with a flame meteor.

At this time, Zhu Hong was tied up by flame shackles and could not move. He could only be completely bombarded by flame meteors like a living target.

In the sarcasm, the body was covered with bruises and blood was everywhere.

The bitter howling sound could not get any mercy from Zhaoming. What he wanted was to kill the other party and achieve it overnight.

At this time, endless flames condensed, condensed around the body, and poured into the palm of the palm. As the sky was burning, it seemed as if the space was about to explode, and the ripples flashed.

The other hand condenses the flame pattern and turns into a flower of Taoist pattern.

In a moment, the condensation was completed, and a Cang Yan tribulation hit Zhu Hong.

"Zhu Hong!" Zhu Jie exclaimed, instinctively trying to take action.

The high priest of the witch clan lowered his head and drank, and randomly fired a mysterious light to stop it.

"Witch men, don't do such despicable things."
Chapter completed!