The purple flames on Zi Linglong's body soared into the air, and the momentum rushed towards the old man of the Sand Clan. After the other party was seriously injured, he successfully gained the upper hand.

The figure of the old man of the Sand tribe was completely replenished by his divine power, and he returned to his normal human form. Her eyes were reluctant to leave her back from Ning Yue.

Zi Linglong knew the weakening aura of the old man in the Shasha clan. She couldn't help but look at the spear in the hand of the old man in the Shasha clan, and said, "I actually calculated it by that cunning boy. You are really useless. Now you are no match for me. If you want to save your life, I advise you to surrender to us now."

When Zi Linglong was talking to the old man of the Sha clan, Youlan flashed and fell beside Ning Yue, and glanced up and down. Seeing that Ning Yue had just consumed his divine power and his body was a little weak, she let go of her worries and moved the magic circle to protect the two of them.

To be precise, Ning Yue and the other two are now on the human figures that have changed in the green spear.

However, Zi Linglong's persuasion to surrender ultimately did not establish a common language with the other party.

The old man of the Sand tribe slowly recovered his consumed divine power. When he looked at Ning Yue and the other two, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he looked like a demon: "Don't want me to surrender! You guys should all get out of our world!"

Zi Linglong sneered: "The stubborn old guy is just saying some inexplicable crazy words."

The old man of the Sand tribe responded directly to Zi Linglong with his actions, and ignited a poisonous flame around him and rushed towards Zi Linglong. She could see that among Ning Yue and the other three, Zi Linglong was the strongest, so she was also the most restrained. If she wanted to regain her superiority, it was necessary to attack Zi Linglong first.

Zi Linglong's sneer on the corner of her mouth did not fall. She has been fighting against the old man of the Sand tribe whose body is a green spear. She can clearly sense that the other party has consumed a huge amount of money and its combat power is no longer as strong as it can.

So Zi Linglong directly chose to fight with the opponent with her strength, and the seven purple-flame fox tails were chopping or stabbing beside her, completely replicating the previous posture of the old man from the Sand Clan crushing and chasing Ning Yue.

The fox tail and the gun shadow poison flames entangled and fought each other, and at the same time, dozens or hundreds of violent roars of collisions were generated. Both sides refused to give in, so the purple flames and poison flames in the sky were shocked and deflected, and they were all densely bombarded together.

However, this time the old man of the Sand tribe chose to take the initiative to change, actively condensed the poisonous flames and concentrated a large number of entanglements on the spear, turning into a giant spear of hundreds of feet long and stabbing towards Zi Linglong.

As a result, before the Poison Flame Spear approached, Zi Linglong's guard had already taken the lead in blocking the spear, the seven purple flame fox tails had already woven a pair of lassoes and quickly prepared to deal with the counterattack of the Green Spear.

Both of them had extremely rich combat experience, and the old man of the Sand Clan had previously been damaged, so this battle forced her to do her best and completely exploded with all her strength. The poisonous flame spear and the purple flame fox tail collided together.

Ning Yue calmed down his weak divine power in the air, lowered his head and looked at the battle between Zi Linglong and the old man of the Sand tribe below. The strength of both sides was equal, so they were obviously concentrating every unintentional dispersed divine power, all concentrated in the main attack methods, without any luck in his heart, and were full of using his own power to suppress the other party.

The attack between Zi Linglong and the old man of the Sand clan soon disappeared. Their movements were as fast as the movie of Qi Guang. In the entire underground space, except for the magic circle where You Lan was located, a ball of purple flames and poison flames could be seen everywhere.

Ning Yue could sense that the two people who were fighting were exerting their own rules to the fullest. With the continuous burst of divine power, their bodies kept flashing, and every battle passed by would leave a mess of destruction.

The flashing of purple flames and poisonous flames is getting faster and faster. Zi Linglong continues to increase the pressure on the old man of the Sand Clan. The purple flames occupy more and more space in the air and begin to forcefully seize the combat space of the old man of the Sand Clan in this way.

The two in the battle were like two sophisticated machines, constantly trying to kill each other during the action, but in the rapid battle, both sides were intensifying the consumption of more divine power. Finally, after a muffled sound, Zi Linglong's purple-flame fox tail successfully thrust into the middle of the green spear and pulled it away vigorously.

The human form of the old man of the Sand tribe flickered a few times, and finally his divine power was refreshed, leaving only the green spear falling to the ground surrounded by a poisonous flame. A crack appeared on the green spear. Several attempts to condense the human shape again failed. As a result, the poisonous flames in the entire space became obviously a little out of control and were swallowed and transformed by Zi Linglong's fox fire.

The battle seemed to end like this, and the spiritual body left by the old man of the Sand tribe had no strength to threaten Ning Yue and the other two in a short period of time.

At this moment, Youlan temporarily put away the magic circle and flew over the green spear. After the battle, he carefully looked at the body of the green spear for the first time.

"You are from the Sand tribe. Can you tell me why you appeared in the Jiuxiao Heaven? Who is the demon you mentioned?"

The Green Spear was unable to counterattack, and the battle could be considered the end, so Youlan could easily ask questions. Ning Yue and Zi Linglong were both curious and sounded, it was indeed because the old men of the Sand Clan had an extremely strange attitude towards them. The ultimate goal of the three of them was to prevent the fallen demon from opening the road to heaven. However, the soul of the Green Spear seemed to be contrary to their opinions, and they did not hesitate to fight a life-and-death battle with them for this.

But what exactly is the reason that this old man from the Sand tribe who only has the form of soul is so stubborn. At least in the cognition of Youlan and Zi Linglong, the Sand tribe and the Lord of Nightmare have a good relationship, so Youlan followed him to practice the Nightmare Beast.

The green spear did not condense into human form several times. The entire spear couldn't help floating in the air, and a angrily shout exploded in the air: "The road to heaven will inevitably start again! You demons will never want to occupy our Jiuxiao Heaven!"

After shouting happily, the green spear struggled under the surrounding of Zi Linglong's fox fire. Regardless of the continuous expansion of the broken wound in the middle, the entire spear was quickly shattered by a crazy burst of divine power inside, and a suffocating powerful divine power instantly descended into this underground space.

"Not good! It's going to explode!"
Chapter completed!