A little golden color appeared in the flames circling with palms, which was fleeting in a blink of an eye. But this didn't matter, at least it had already allowed Zhaoming to see the dawn of victory.

The power of Yin and Yang is profound and profound, and it is not easy to understand this step. Unconsciously, Zhaoming suddenly thanked the high priest of the witch clan. If he had not seen him manipulating Zhu Rong's body and exerting the method of Yin and Yang to transform Tai Chi, God would have known how long it would take to understand this step.

Misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and blessing is the basis of bad fortune.

I won the last battle, but because the popularity of the limelight caused this disaster. But without this disaster, I would not have had the experience of confronting the high priest of the witch clan.

Now he is forced to fight back and forth. At this moment, Zhaoming has long since disappeared from the worry of gains and losses when the war begins, and he has only indescribable passion in his heart.

Either die here or understand the true fire of the sun, and then defeat the Eastern Prince. As today, there are only a handful of people who can compete with the true fire of the sun, not to mention that there are no ones who can compete with the true fire of the sun, but they are definitely one of the few.

At that point, I was truly standing at the peak of the Immortal King and had the qualification to lead the demon clan to fight for a better future.

Either living or dying. Once upon a time, Zhaoming hated this feeling very much, making him feel suffocated and had no way to live.

But now, he feels extremely glad that he has experienced such a life. It is precisely because he has no choice that he has done his best. In this sinister and realistic world of practice, perhaps without choice is the best choice.

"Is that the only thing? The East Prince, or you should call me Chi Yunji!" Zhaoming sneered, without fear: "Is your anger the only ability? It's not worth mentioning!"

At this moment, he didn't feel suppressed at all. Judging from his expression and aura, the King of the East was ashamed of a disadvantage.

"Children with yellow mouth!" The prince of the East rushed over angrily and roared at Zhaoming. He hated this feeling. To be precise, he hated the feeling of being looked down upon in front of the other party's face.

The sword technique is violent, but it is extremely messy. Although it feels like Zhaoming has nowhere to hide, the damage it causes is quite limited.

"Since you always say you want to avenge your revenge for the past, why do you have to change your name? First, you are called Fusang Taoist, or Dongwanggong. Do you think the name Chi Yunji is a shame?"

"You don't even dare to take the surname of your family. Are you worthy of being a child of the Chi family? Or, even in the last era, your Chi family is just a joke."

Zhaoming dodged left and right and avoided him, constantly angering the other party. The flames in his hand continued to transform into Tai Chi. The red flames burning with golden color became more and more prosperous, more and more, and appeared more and more frequently.

"The Taoist ancestor Hongjun is Pangu's younger brother, Wuliang Tianzun is Pangu's master. Doumuyuanjun is Pangu's Taoist partner. You said you were full of hatred, but you didn't dare to look for them at all. You only dare to be arrogant in front of someone like me."

"You are just an incompetent person who is so harsh and weak. You think you have the capital to act like a senior in front of me, a joke. What are you? You have the memory of your previous life, and you have practiced for millions or even tens of millions of years before me. Now you are just a draw with me."

"No need to give me millions of years, just give me a few more decades. I can kill you like a bed bug."

"Chi Yunji, you are just a waste who dare not even admit your own name!"

He shouted loudly, like thunder, and scolded the King of the East almost lost his mind. If others were like this, it would naturally not have such an effect, but Zhaoming was different. Looking at the face exactly like Pangu, the King of the East could not calm down at all.

"ah!"

A roar was like the power of heaven and earth. The Fusang sword in the hands of the Eastern Prince turned into a nine dragon and went out to sea, killing directly towards Zhaoming.

This time, Zhaoming no longer dodged, held the fist of heaven's rage in his hand, and rushed directly with the momentum of thunder.

One punch and one sword, we killed each other again without reservation.

One was angry and the other was desperate. The heaven and earth vitality that seemed to gush when the world was opened and the earth was urged to the extreme like the obsession in the hearts of the two of them at this moment.

"boom!"

Infinite flames bloomed a red flower in the void, like a blood-colored rose. Between the petals, there were flames like golden snakes, devouring and destroying everything.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the two figures separated at the same time.

Zhaoming was cut into pieces again as if he had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives, his body was churning, like a carp that had been cut countless times by the chef. His breath was turbulent, and half of his right hand was cut off again, which looked extremely tragic.

Although the Eastern Prince also had broken clothes, messy hair, and a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured and his aura became much stronger.

A clear sound came, and the blood seeping through Zhaoming's body turned into a flame, a phoenix wrapped around his body. The Phoenix Nirvana Technique was quickly recovering from his injuries.

Unfortunately, my injuries are too serious at this moment. Even with such magical powers, it will be useless.

"I still want to reply, do you think you still have a chance?"

The Eastern Prince shook the Fusang sword and quickly increased his breath. Infinite flames continued to surge towards the sword.

"No, I don't think you still have a chance!" Zhaoming smiled faintly: "Dong Prince, it's still time for you to leave now, otherwise don't regret it!"

"ridiculous!"

The murderous aura in the eyes of the East Prince rushed forward, and he rushed over with his feet on a red light. He no longer wanted to say anything more, but just wanted to kill the annoying fire-swallowing demon in front of him.

"Chi Yunji! One move determines life and death!"

"Just to my wish!"

Both of them roared wildly, exerting all their strength, as if they were two suns on the same sky, and they killed each other towards each other.

The moment he was about to attack, Zhaoming's mind moved and urged all the remaining mental power out, and the Rin Divine Art directly killed the East Prince.

After receiving such mental attacks, the Dong Prince trembled all over, but he held on. The long sword was only slow to cast, and it immediately returned to normal.

At this moment, Zhaoming's Heavenly Wrath Fist directly hit the body of Fusang Sword and hit the edge of the sword. Even if it was forced to open its sharp edge, the sharp sword energy exploded, which made Zhaoming's fist become bloody and bloody.

This punch may not cause substantial lethality, but for Zhaoming, being able to hit the partial sword is enough.

The other hand condensed the Yin and Yang Xuanhuo and took a photo at the Dongwang Gong who could not dodge at this moment.

"Is this trick useful?" The King of Dong sneered, and the murderous intent was as effective as the essence.

Zhaoming has used this move too many times before, but it cannot cause substantial damage to him.

But Zhaoming didn't care at all. He shouted loudly with a loud voice when his palm was about to hit him, "Yin and Yang Xuanhuo are useless, where is the real sun fire!"

As soon as the words came, the Yin-Yang Xuanhuo in his hand began to operate in the way of Yin-Yang turning into Tai Chi, just like the chaotic fireworks of Yin-Yang before the chaos first opened. The flames of red and blue mixed together were mixed together and changed rapidly, as if they were about to give birth to some terrible existence.

The pressure of life and death made Zhaoming finally understand the method of transforming chaos from the previous principles of yin and yang. Perhaps he cannot directly use the sun's true fire now, but it is enough to evolve the strength of that domineering flame.

After today, you only need to understand and absorb it well, and you can naturally become a user of the true fire of the sun.

"The sun is really fire!"

When he heard what Zhaoming said, the Eastern Prince was stunned. When he saw the red and blue flames in the other party's hand, which merged into a rapidly circling and turned into a red flame with golden light, his face immediately changed. He was so familiar with the aura of the mighty and domineering flames.

Once upon a time, he was also a person who could use this kind of flame. He knew the horror of this kind of flame and knew that this terrifying flame was not something he could resist now.

"No... impossible!"

A shout of incredible or even daring sounded, and the body of the Dong prince was immediately ignited and burned.

This is the true fire of the sun, the most domineering flame under the heavenly way, the ancestor of all fires, and any flame must bow down to it. Even if it is a flame, it is its fuel.

"No...no..."

The King of the East was extremely frightened and kept howling, exerting all his magical powers to extinguish the true sun fire on his body. But how could he extinguish such a flame? In the blink of an eye, nearly 60% of his body was burned.

"I said you will regret it!" Zhaoming shouted sternly: "For so many years, no one who bet on my life will succeed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the hand of the Dong Prince holding the Fusang sword with one hand, and the other hand turned into a palm knife and fell down, cutting off his arm directly.

He held the Fusang sword in his hand, swept across the sword, and cut off the head of the Eastern Prince and Duke, clean and neatly. He stretched out his finger and directly pointed to the Zi Mansion of the Middle East Prince and Duke like a sharp sword.

The Eastern Prince was not dead at this moment, but he had only breathed a sigh of relief. How could he block Zhaoming's treasure body?

It was like biting tofu, and his two fingers directly broke his head and drove straight into the purple mansion.

The yin and yang mysterious fire flew around the fingertips, turning into a trace of sun true fire, instantly burning the soul in the purple palace.

Even a scream was too late. This immortal king, who carried the memories of the last era and looked down on the prehistoric continent for millions of years, disappeared forever.

"Zheng!"

The innate thing has spirits, and the Fusang Sword kept crying. Everything happened so quickly just now that it didn't even have time to react, and Zhaoming had already been manipulated and cut off his master's head.

While struggling, I wanted to fly away, but Zhaoming would not let it leave so easily.

"Be honest!"

With a loud shout, the Yin-Yang Xuanhuo was like two divine dragons entangled the Fusang sword, and then turned into the sun's true fire and burned wildly. The spiritual sense penetrated into the treasure and easily wiped out the already weak and remaining spiritual sense of the Eastern Prince.

Then use your spiritual sense to combine the Sun True Fire to refine treasures. Although the Fusang Sword is unwilling to accept it, it is not a true spiritual life after all, and it cannot withstand the strong spiritual sense and the sun True Fire.

After a moment, I finally calmed down and had been refined. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps: On the first day of the first lunar month... I wish you an early life...

Congratulations on getting rich and everything goes well. The new year is full of sheep and sheep!

(I’m sorry, Prince Dong, I’ll get the bento on the first day of the Lunar New Year!)
Chapter completed!