High in the sky, the Qingpeng flies at a speed that beats thunder and lightning. Below, the red, dark and hot earth flies past in patches.
Zhu Jiu always stood on the head of the peng, and the ghost kingdom in his hands shook from time to time, bumping and becoming unstable. The battle inside was fierce, and the mountains cracked and the ground collapsed.
The Bone Clan man was restrained by a cage with the word "forbidden", and most of his magic power was dispersed, making it difficult to move.
Under such unfavorable circumstances, he still showed strange abilities. His body turned into bones, and actually merged with the three-headed bird, turning into the fourth head of the three-headed bird, in the form of withered bones, ugly and ferocious, and spitting out black flames.
, combined with the five-color fire of the three-headed bird, incinerates all things, and the cage of the word 'forbidden' is melted, showing a trend of fading.
Zhu Jiu held the ghost kingdom in his hand and gave a soft drink. Dots of golden light lit up on his fingertips one after another. They were all handwritten strokes of divine inscriptions. They were connected between the flashes to form the two complete chaotic inscriptions of "pressure" and "forbidden".
The divine text is complete and thrown into the ghost kingdom. The sealing power of the 'forbidden' text is supplemented, and the 'pressure' text blends with the power of the thick soil to manifest the sacred mountain.
In the Ghost Kingdom, the situation has stabilized again.
At this time, Qingpeng let out a soft cry, reminding Zhu Jiu that he was approaching the golden giant.
Withdrawing his attention to the ghost country, Zhu Jiu looked solemn. He sensed that the silver-haired old man, who had been chasing the golden giant, seemed to be in a hurry and stopped escaping. A big battle broke out between the two sides.
The Qingpeng flew faster and faster, the runes intertwined, and a stream of green light flickered in the void, disappearing quickly.
On the ground in front, there was a booming sound that shook the sky. The sound was so loud that it was deafening to the ears. After people heard it, their souls were shaken, as if they were about to be broken, and the power was shocking.
On the earth, there is a flame mountain range with majestic peaks scattered and as high as the sky.
The mountain is dark red, and the magma forms waterfalls and flows around the mountain. The ground is dotted with pools of fire, rivers of fire, and trees that absorb the power of fire and grow. They are tall and vigorous, with several people hugging each other. Everything is dark red, or orange-red.
Bright and dazzling.
That mountain range is like the place where the sun has fallen, spreading flames everywhere, and the extremely hot flames are steaming, making the void smoke and mist lingering. The red sun rises into the sky, with many lights and colors interlaced, and the heat curls up, showing how hazy it is.
At this time, the entire mountain range was shaken incessantly, and the earth was cracked. Fireworks from the center of the earth soared into the sky, the river of magma flowed backwards, and the towering firework sacred tree collapsed in pieces.
Countless fire spirit creatures are running away, frightened by the battle deep in the mountains, fearing that if they escape too slowly, they will be affected by the flames of war and become dead souls.
The battle scene in the middle of the mountain range made everyone who saw it tremble in their hearts and souls.
A giant that was bigger than the wild mountains, with dark gold all over his body, cold and solid, and overwhelming momentum. He stepped up and punched, and there was a roar, accompanied by thunder. Every time he punched, the mountains would be broken and collapsed.
The giant stepped on an ancient chariot that crushed the earth and walked on time and space. The golden light as bright as the blazing sun spread from the chariot. The nine-headed beast transformed by the light had a hazy figure and a golden light.
In the shelter, there are countless Taoist symbols.
The giant's opponent was a skinny old man, with a tall figure and a head full of silver hair. His roots were as sharp as swords, flying and standing in anger.
He held a bone lamp in his hand, with a bit of green demonic fire in the wick. When it burned, the runes fell like rain, intertwining into a magical magic of fire.
Both sides are extremely powerful. Every time the giant punches, a golden sun jumps out of his fist. The magnificent chariot moves away under his feet, and the two wheels roll, paving two golden paths of light on the earth, crushing everything.
At this point, all things are pressed under the wheel.
The old man was also extraordinary. He lit the bone lamp in his hand, and the flames of the wick changed from a dull green and awe-inspiring to a dazzling red.
Suddenly, in the flame mountain fire river on the ground below, endless firepower gathered and converged towards a little flame on the lamp. This is a standard powerful method, borrowing the power of all things for one's own use.
Hundreds of miles away, the flames overflowed with power, and were captured by the bone lantern in the old man's hand. The flames soared, turning into a huge red fireball, surrounded by countless fire patterns and flame symbols, flying in the sky, and even the scorching sun in the distance was inferior to this fireball.
Bright and hot.
The bone lantern swelled with the flames, like a bone tower, and a ball of angry fire burned at the top. It was lifted up and hung over the old man's head with great power.
The old man controlled the bone lamp, and the flame ball on it sprayed thin waves of fire, transforming into various fire magic spells. The river of flames surged, the flame beast roared, and suppressed the golden giant.
The battle between the two sides was shocking and lasted for a long time.
At this time, outside the core of the battle, there were many strong men standing on the top of countless flaming mountains.
They were all attracted by the war, and some were practicing in this mountain range, so they all showed up and came to watch.
There are many spectators, all of whom are paying full attention to the mythical and legendary battle scene in the distance.
Zhu Jiu sent Qingpeng to the ghost country and participated in the equally powerful and shocking battle on the land of bones.
He himself did not immediately step forward to join forces with the golden giant to fight the old man of the Bone Clan. Instead, he landed on a mountain top and, like many cultivators on the mountain, observed from a distance.
When Zhu Jiu fell, all the cultivators noticed his approach, but no one looked back. Everyone was attracted by the battle and did not squint for fear of missing any details.
"This kind of battle has reached the level of myth, destroying the world and destroying the earth. If it continues, this mountain range will completely collapse."
"This is the territory of the Fiery Territory. Could it be that they allowed both sides to destroy this mountain range without coming out to stop it?"
"How to stop it? In the battle of powerful levels, who has the ability to separate? On the top of the mountain over there, standing and watching, isn't it the alliance of cultivators from the Fire Domain? They can only watch silently. Fighting with this level, there is no way
Can't stop it."
When Zhu Jiu fell, some cultivators were watching and talking softly.
Suddenly, everyone stopped talking, and an astonishing change occurred on the battlefield.
The silver-haired old man has a bone lantern hanging from his head. Its wick absorbs the power of heaven and earth, and a huge fireball surges. It seems to contain a world of flames, and various fire path extreme wall techniques are constantly being thrown out from it.
At this time, the whole body of the silver-haired old man shone brightly, and he actually walked into the fireball formed by the lamp above his head. He undulated in the flames, and a red armor appeared on his body, with runes flowing and imprinted on it.
The old man was bathed in flames, and extremely powerful power rippled within his body, growing layer by layer, as if a flame god was resurrecting.
His eyes opened and closed, revealing a scene of a land of thousands of flames.
Each of these places of flames are distributed in unknown places, belong to different worlds, and are real. They are not illusions. They were revealed by the old man's powerful supernatural power to remotely sense the sea of Dao.
As the disillusionment in the old man's eyes faded, every time a picture of a land of flames flashed, a flame talisman rose up and blended into the old man's body, forming a blessing.
The magic power in his body was surging, rising one after another without end, gradually reaching the state of vast divine power and boundless power, as if he had truly transformed into a god of fire.
"This is...summoning the power of the world to add to the body. A truly powerful Taoist technique! It is said that if this magical power is cultivated to the extreme, it can drain the power of a small world at once, bless one's body, and exert power,
Enough to burn the sky!"
Some cultivators spoke in amazement, feeling their voices tremble, shocked by the horror of such supernatural powers.
Everyone watched with bated breath. The old man transformed into a flame god and absorbed many powers from the flame world. His eyes intertwined and he looked at the giant. He suddenly spoke with a cold voice and said:
"I'm trying to avoid you in every possible way, but you're chasing after me. Even so, there's only one fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's face turned serious and he spit out a flame from his mouth.
This flame is the true flame that condenses many worlds. It is a world fire. Although it is only as big as a palm, it is splendid, its light and color change, and its colors are colorful.
The fire of the world swayed, and once the disillusionment came to an end, it came before the eyes of the golden giant.
On the ancient chariot at the feet of the giant, one of the nine beasts pulling the chariot jumped up and swallowed the flame in one gulp.
‘Chi’
In just a blink of an eye, the flames burned out the cart-pulling beast surrounded by light and turned it into a wisp of smoke. The flames flashed again and continued to approach the giant, swaying, looking very light, but powerful enough to kill all things.
of fiery divine power.
After this, even the cart-pulling beasts jumped up to block and engulf the flames, but to no avail, they were all vaporized by the flames of the world.
In the distance, onlookers sighed, it seems that this time the giant lacks the means to fight and will be defeated.
When the fourth chariot-pulling beast was incinerated, the golden fighting energy around the giant suddenly moved like fire. He let out a war cry that could be heard in countless worlds, and rose up again like a mountain, finally showing the ferociousness of its four arms and four postures.
Dharmakaya.
The sixth-level giant's fighting appearance has undergone a huge change. In two of his four arms, which are thick enough to carry mountains, there are dazzling, thick, and bright golden war spears, densely covered with them.
Gilt lightning.
The other hand formed a giant golden shield, which was thick and huge, exceeding a hundred feet. The style of the shield was very simple, with only layers of golden light spreading to the sky, and nothing else could be seen.
The giant's other two hands were still empty, but war lines appeared on the backs of the hands, surging with energy.
When he showed such a arrogant and invincible figure.
The chariot under him also changed, and the countless symbols on the car became clearer. Several chariot-drawing beasts that had been burned by the fire of the world and disappeared were reborn, and they were clearer than before, revealing the hazy
The silhouette seems to reveal its true form.
A distant and ancient atmosphere overflows in the mountains, and everything is painted golden, with a glorious light. The sound of the war drums of heaven and earth rumbles endlessly, and the sound is heard. Every time it is played, even the mountains are bumping.
"What is this? It has four heads and four arms. It is so ferocious and frightening that one look at it makes one's soul fearful. The golden battle glory is dazzling. Looking at it, it feels like the eyes are about to burst. What magical power has such power and radiance?
All the rays of light form an attack force, burning people's eyes."
"The aura on the golden war spear is full of destruction..."
"...."
"This battle has escalated again and is destined to shock the world. Both sides are too powerful!"
At this time, the giant raised a shield with one hand to block the flame of the world. With the other hand, he raised a bright golden war spear. A ray of light flashed like lightning and struck at the old man.