The milky-white door slowly rises, and a monstrous heat wave hits the face. The inside is a breathtaking red, just like Shura hell.
Liu Qiankun dodged into this red space, quickly scanned the surroundings with his eyes, and murmured to himself: "Where is this place where gods are imprisoned? It is clearly a crater!" And the place where he stood was right.
At the edge of the crater, dark red magma surged two feet below the feet, with turbid bubbles and a strong smell of sulfur that made people frown.
Although the wonder of the two heavens of ice and fire was not enough to shock Liu Qiankun, he still took two steps back unnaturally, his face became more solemn, and he thought to himself: Since he is the prisoner of the gods,
Earth, where is the so-called God?
Gudong! Gudong...
The sound of bubbles kept ringing in my ears, very dense, like boiling soy milk. Each bubble the size of a fist exploded, and the whole space was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.
"You're here!" A hoarse and sharp voice echoed in the air, lifeless.
Liu Qiankun's heart was shocked, he put the long sword in his hand flat against his chest, and shouted in a deep voice: "Hu Shimo, don't pretend to be a ghost with me, if you have the ability, come out and fight with me!"
This voice was not unfamiliar to him. It was the same as Husmo, the servant of the God of Destiny. From this, we could conclude that what was hidden here was another clone of the servant of the god.
"Hehe! You are really smart. It seems that you are the one who destroyed my clone. That's great!" The clone of the servant of God who was hiding somewhere said with a sinister smile.
"Hahaha! What servant of the God of Destiny is just a shady bitch. If you have the guts, just come out and make a fool of yourself, and I will kill you like a man!" Liu Qiankun laughed loudly.
"Hey! You little guy who doesn't know how to live or die, just play with the Balrogs!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a crisp sound coming from the crater, thick magma splashed in all directions, and two huge palms were placed on the edge of the crater.
Snapped!
A dark red rock giant jumped up, with dark red magma dripping from all over his body. This guy was made of rocks of different sizes. His huge body was three feet away, with sharp edges and corners all over his body.
His eyes as big as copper bells flashed with two dots of fierce red light, and dark red light flashed up and down his body, like a ball of flame rising into the sky!
Liu Qiankun's face was solemn, and a blue beam of light rose up from the Qingming Sword in his hand. Substantial spiritual energy surged up and down his whole body, as if he was wearing a dark blue armor, but under the majestic flames
It seemed so insignificant in front of the devil.
Yan Mo also saw Liu Qiankun standing with his back to the wall, his eyes flashed red, and he stepped over.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled every time he stepped off the ground. It only took three steps to arrive in front of Liu Qiankun. His giant pillar-like legs and feet were raised again, and his feet as big as millstones stepped straight towards Liu Qiankun.
The corners of Liu Qiankun's mouth raised slightly, and his figure fell down. The Qingming Sword in his hand turned into a dark blue swimming dragon, and a brilliant brilliance rose into the sky and shot towards the huge foot that fell straight down.
boom!
A loud noise exploded, sparks burst out, and the strong wind mixed with spiritual energy scattered in all directions. The huge force rushed the Balrog's body and staggered backward.
Liu Qiankun paused his feet, stood up in the air, and struck down with a sword from his right hand. A bolt of green light shot through the air, and struck the Balrog's head and neck like a thunderbolt.
Roar!
The Balrog roared angrily, and his staggering body suddenly stabilized. A blazing white beam of light shot out from his mouth, facing the green light.
Canopy! Canopy!
There were two more loud noises that shook the earth. Two rays of light collided fiercely in the air and exploded into a cloud of dense white mist. Liu Qiankun in mid-air only felt a wave of heat hitting his face.
Even my breathing felt uncomfortable, and my mouth and tongue became dry.
Balrog stood firm, looked up at the little man standing in the air, his eyes glowed red, his huge square head tilted back, then he leaned forward violently, and opened his mouth.
Phew! Phew!
Two rays of white light shot out from his mouth, carrying a billowing heat wave towards Liu Qiankun in the air. Wherever the light and shadow passed, even the air was burned and crackled.
Seeing that the Balrog was fighting head-on, Liu Qiankun looked indifferent, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and struck down two swords as fast as lightning.
Swish! Swish!
Two sword lights as thick as a bowl shot out of the air, roaring towards the white light. He adopted the most direct fighting method, head-on!
Pengpeng!
Two groups of condensing white mist completely covered Liu Qiankun's body. Only a vague shadow could be seen. After the Balrog spit out the white light, the dark red brilliance on his body became much lighter and turned into blood.
It was bright red in color, staring at the white mist with its big copper bell-like eyes, and for a while it didn't even attack again.
laugh!
A cone of light as thick as a bucket broke through the thick fog, spinning at high speed towards the Balrog's face, stirring up the surrounding heat into small whirlpools...
The light cone came too quickly, and the seemingly clumsy Balrog's reaction was not slow either. He stretched out his two giant palms, intertwined his fingers, and blocked his face.
When the light cone hit the scene only one foot away from the Balrog's face, it suddenly split into two, drawing two strange arcs in mid-air and turning towards the back of the Balrog's head.
"Hey!" Liu Qiankun shouted coldly behind Yan Mo's head, and the long sword in his hand turned into a green dragon and swung its tail, sweeping towards Yan Mo's neck.
Balrog reacted very quickly, tilted his head, bent his elbow and pushed it towards the back of his head. Unexpectedly, another cone of light deflected back, and a long sword with flashing green light pierced his eyes hard.
Liu Qiankun's figure suddenly appeared, he raised a single palm, and slapped the end of the sword hilt hard. A dark blue light penetrated the Balrog's head and shot out. With a sound, it was inserted into the high wall two feet away.
Liu Qiankun, who was behind Yan Mo's head, was hit by a huge elbow, and turned into dots of green light and dispersed. This was the clone technique he realized in the Blood Orchid illusion...
Boom!
The huge body of the Balrog fell to the ground with a bang, and the red light on his body suddenly disappeared, slowly turning into a gray color. The brilliance in his one eye faded, and he turned into a lying stone statue.
Liu Qiankun's expression was still indifferent, and he flicked his palm toward the Qingming Sword on the stone wall. A green rainbow shot up and fell into his palm, returning to its simple and unsophisticated appearance.
"Hmph! The Fire Demon is nothing more than that. How dare you, the dog-legged servant of God, come out to fight with me!" Liu Qiankun pointed his long sword in vain, and the surging fighting spirit surged out like a tide, and there was a cold murderous aura in his words.
Now that he has the help of the Zifu Divine Infant, his strength is enough to be proud of the world. This has also made a substantial change in his temperament. Every move he makes shows the demeanor of a peerless strong man...
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