Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

The screams aroused a lot of fighting spirit, and the blood slaves shot out vicious eyes, and they picked up their weapons again to approach Chen Yang and He Xiangu. They also knew that being caught was a dead end. At this time, they rose up and killed Chen Yang and the others, and they might escape.

"It's stubborn!" He Xiangu hummed and waved his sword and rushed forward again.

The golden blood slave snorted coldly, and a spark popped up at He Xiangu. Chen Yang was shocked to see him and reminded He Xiangu: "Be careful not to resist, that is the fiery sun fire!"

He Xiangu also felt the terrifying energy of the spark. When her body flashed, the sword tip pointed towards the spark, but the palm was shaken sharply. The temperature of the sword soared, making the palm hurt, and the tip of the sword melted by the spark. She felt a little scared: "What a strong flame!"

Chen Yang did not dare to dodge himself in front of He Xiangu. Unexpectedly, the golden blood slave actually cultivated the Fierce Yang Fire and could use it freely. You should know that the Fierce Yang Fire is the second-ranked flame in the world, with a temperature of up to tens of millions of degrees, which is tens of millions of times stronger than the Samadhi True Fire.

The group of blood slaves had already rushed to the front. Chen Yang Guan Gong's sword stood up and then pointed forward, and the tip of the knife trembled slightly. The space was like tearing. Circles of cyclones scattered from the tip of the knife, circle after circle, shot towards the blood slaves. The further away the circle of the cyclones continued to expand, and the front of the blood slaves had already covered a range of five meters.

This air wall crashed into the blood slaves like a substance, and the blood slaves in the front row were knocked away. However, there were many air walls shot over, and the blood slaves behind were knocked away. Just like the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, Chen Yang only had a point of the knife, and dozens of fierce blood slaves were knocked away by the air, flying out of more than ten meters one by one, hitting the wall of the hall. Then he rolled down softly, but he vomited blood and had no power to fight.

It took a minute for millions of degrees to burn the entire hall. There was a loud bang and the hall collapsed, but it did not collapse into it, but scattered everywhere. Chen Yang and the golden blood slave who were in the center of the flame were clearly visible.

A ball of fireball with green in red flashed at Chen Yang, and the temperature of the ball could be felt through hundreds of meters. That was the center of the entire fire field, and the temperature was more than ten times higher than the outside. Chen Yang was facing this ball of flames. Can he still bear it?

Chen Yang gracefully raised his knife and slowly slashed the fireball down. Everything was like slow motion, watching the fireball being chopped in half by Guan Gong's sword. This was the sudden recovery of time and space, making people feel the degree of electric shooting again. The fireball exploded with dazzling light, making everyone dazzled, and they had to close their eyes and cover their faces with their hands to resist the strong radiation.

When everyone opened their eyes again, the fireball had dissipated and Chen Yang disappeared. Only a fire was left at the scene, but the temperature dropped rapidly.

The body of the blood slave had been divided into four large pieces, burning in the flames, and eventually turned into ashes. The other blood slave corpses and living guys could not escape the calcination of the fire and turned into ashes one by one.

The entire Demon Valley was burning. This was not only the fiery sun fire of the golden blood slave, but Chen Yang was constantly adding fire energy to make the fire burn more and more vigorously, which was to completely destroy this sinful place.

When Chen Yang was full of anger when he thought that Zhao Dabao had been cruelly enslaved and trained here, he was tortured to the point where he was neither human nor ghost, and he was still in the Yin-Yang Realm. Chen Yang was full of anger, and the tragic deaths of the fairies of the Xianyin Sect were all the sins of the Demon Valley.
Chapter completed!