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Chapter 1644 Moths to the flame

In the scorching fireball, the sea of ​​​​fire rolled out overwhelmingly.

A terrifying will filled the sea of ​​fire, and in an instant, the raging sea of ​​fire immediately transformed into a thin face.

"The shame of the empire needs your soul to wash it away!"

The thin face showed sarcasm, the voice roared like thunder, and the monstrous fire suddenly went silent at this moment.

Staring at this figure that was completely transformed into flames, Ye Chen had no expression on his face. He knew about the existence of this figure the moment he stepped into hell.

"Is it just you?" Ye Chen said calmly, facing the monstrous sea of ​​fire without any fear.

"Hmph!" The rich voice echoed out from the sea of ​​fire again, "The power of the ants dares to shake the heavens!"

Before he finished speaking, a ferocious look flashed across his thin face, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he opened his mouth and roared: "Ten thousand fires are boiling!"

Boom boom! The flames in the whole world boiled in vain, rolling back toward Ye Chen like magma.

Looking at this scene, Ye Chen's eyes showed a look of helplessness.

Previously, he noticed an extremely strong aura of fire origin in the Daqian Empire, and this aura was in the Suowu Hell of Qi State.

At this moment, he also realized why this place was filled with such a strong aura. It was simply because of these tens of millions of soul fires, and the vitality of tens of millions of warrior gods' chosen tribes was incorporated into this fire.

According to his previous idea, he wanted to devour these flames.

But at this moment, he was a little hesitant, but this hesitation only existed for a moment. Ye Chen's eyes immediately became firm, and he killed the warrior in the fire ball. Today, he would condense the body of fire here.

Boom! The hot breath hit his face. Ye Chen put his right hand on the Qilin Sword on his waist and took a light step forward. The Qilin Sword was instantly unsheathed, and a bright sword light shot into the sky.

The roaring sea of ​​​​fire immediately surged towards both sides. Under the gaze of countless eyes, this sword light was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, piercing that face unstoppably.

Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually grew louder, and wherever the sword passed, the boiling flames immediately became silent.

Finally, the sword sank into this thin face.

Kaka! This face completely collapsed, and the surrounding flames became extremely violent, scurrying everywhere.

The sword light dissipated, and Ye Chen appeared with a sword in hand, looking at the empty world in front of him. His sharp eyes swept out and landed on the fireball that was just a few feet away.

The closer Ye Chen got to the fireball, the more terrifying Ye Chen could feel the flames contained in the fireball.

Compared to the aura that permeated the fireball, there was a slightly weaker aura within it.

"I have been in seclusion for more than a hundred years, and such a person has appeared among the chosen tribe of the God of War!" The rich voice sounded again, and in the sea of ​​​​fire ahead, a terrifying whirlpool formed in vain, and a man covered in red robes The old man stepped out of the fire. He looked to be about sixty years old. His lips were thin and his eyes were slightly sunken downwards. Against the backdrop of the sky full of fire, his face looked extremely red.

He put his hands behind his hands and came out. The old man's eyes showed a solemn look. He was clearly aware that the cultivation level of the young man in front of him was unfathomable and he was far away. He could feel a shocking oppression.

"Unfathomable!" The old man was secretly vigilant and was about to speak when Ye Chen's eyes happened to look at him. This gaze fell on the old man. The old man secretly took a breath and felt a chill in his heart for no reason. It was such a scary look.

"Using the souls of my people to practice secret techniques, I will remember this grudge, Qi Zun!" Ye Chen's voice was extremely calm, but the coldness in it could be felt by anyone, especially the old man who looked at him with both eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to hear countless shrill screams.

"How many people has this man killed? Even the ants in the army who slaughtered millions of untouchables have never had such murderous intent!"

The old man was shocked, and had a vague premonition of something bad, but he also knew that he had no way out, and his originally gloomy expression turned extremely ferocious: "Qi Zun, even though you are an ant, you are worthy of mentioning Qi Zun!"

"Today I will capture you, imprison you here, and let your soul be devoured by thousands of fires!"

With a cold light in his eyes, the old man pressed his hands in vain in the air, quickly changed his hand gestures, and a mysterious mark filled the palms of his hands.

The moment this mark appeared, the surrounding flames gathered one after another, covering the old man's body and turning into a pair of armor.

This armor is the old man's magical power. He calls it the armor of the God of Fire. As long as the sea of ​​fire is not extinguished, the armor will not be broken and he will be unscathed.

It is this magical power that is the reason why Ye Chen still has the confidence to stand here even though he knows that his cultivation is unfathomable.

"The phoenix dances for nine days!" the old man roared, his back beating in vain, and the flames gathered together to form two huge phoenix wings.

Bang bang! The phoenix wings flapped, bringing up a fierce wind.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he jumped suddenly, waving his wings crazily, and rushed straight towards Ye Chen like a falling star.

Behind him was a sea of ​​​​fire, and even the huge fireball followed closely behind the old man, using the sea of ​​​​fire to pull the fireball. The old man wanted to use the power of this fireball to kill Ye Chen.

Facing such a huge blow, below, both the Qi soldiers and the warriors of the God of War, stared intently at this scene. They knew that this might be the blow that decided the outcome.

Countless martial gods have chosen their clans, clenching their fists. If Ye Chen is defeated by the master of Suowu Palace, then the remaining hope will be shattered.

"We must hold on!" Countless Martial God Chosen clan members shouted in their hearts, "We must not lose!"

Boom! The hot wind blew towards Ye Chen's face, blowing the long hair on his forehead. His dark eyes were calm. Even in the face of such a powerful blow, Ye Chen's expression did not change. He slowly raised his left hand.

He stood up, pressed down in the void, and said calmly: "All the fires in the world are under my control, and this fire is also under my control!" The plain voice contained an unparalleled majesty, this kind of coercion is like a king's.

Just like the emperor giving orders to the people of the world, all the fires of heaven and earth must be controlled by Ye Chen.

With just a sound, the surging sea of ​​fire suddenly stopped strangely. Immediately in the old man's horrified eyes, the sea of ​​fire suddenly rolled out and hit his body, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards him. The old man's expression changed.

It turned white and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Thankfully there is the Vulcan Armor!"

"Otherwise, even I will have to pay a heavy price if I suffer the impact of these thousands of fires!"

The old man was still frightened, and the speed of his blast became faster and faster. Two phoenix wings wrapped around his figure, and his whole body set off a pillar of fire, which penetrated downwards, followed by a huge fireball.

"Qilin Finger!" Seeing that the old man did not retreat but advanced instead, Ye Chen's mouth sneered, and his cold eyes swept over the huge fireball behind him. Didn't he know this guy's intention? He was not afraid of all the fires in the world. This fireball

, how could he be afraid?

As Ye Chen's plain words floated out, Ye Chen pointed his left hand toward the void, and suddenly, the pillar of fire that penetrated down cracked into pieces.

The old man's figure appeared under Ye Chen's sword finger, and the sword finger landed on the old man's chest. The Vulcan Armor, which the old man had placed high hopes on, was broken into two pieces like a thin piece of paper.

Boom! The old man's whole body suddenly paused, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. A bang came from his body, and blood mist burst out. Three flames he had never seen before flowed through his body, and all the blood in his body was directly evaporated.

, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a bloody man.

"What kind of fire is this?" The old man's eyes showed fear.

"The fire of supreme karma, the fire of reincarnation, the fire of cause and effect!"

A plain voice sounded next to the old man's ears. The old man's pupils shrank suddenly. The flames flowing in his body had already enveloped his soul, and his vitality was completely dissipated at this moment.

Before dying, the old man turned his head with difficulty and looked at the fireball that was so close to him behind him. A look of ferocity flashed in his dim eyes, "This is my biggest killing move!"

Bang bang! The soul was extinguished, and the old man's body was reduced to ashes in the fire.

Below, the tens of thousands of Martial God Chosen clansmen looked at this scene, sweat dripping from their palms, because they had already seen that the huge fireball was less than one foot away from Ye Chen.

After dealing with the old man, Ye Chen faced the huge fireball with an ordinary look on his face. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward. Under countless stunned eyes, Ye Chen rushed into the fireball like a moth to a flame.

The Qi soldiers who knew the power of the fireball showed ecstasy in their eyes. At the moment when the master of the hall fell, they were in despair. Who would have thought that this terrifying enemy would actually rush into the fireball himself.

In the past, the master of the main hall once said that this fireball was extremely terrifying. Even if he practiced with the help of the fireball, he would only dare to stay on the edge of the fireball and not dare to go deep. He was afraid that only the nobles would dare to rush into it.

From this we can see the terror of this fireball, "arrogant!"

"I threw myself into a trap, damn, I escaped!"

"With such a terrifying cultivation level and such a low IQ, he actually rushed into a fireball by himself!"


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