Lu Yunze turned into a five-color escaping light and flew straight away for more than ten miles.

Wang Luo followed him leisurely, a little surprised at the speed of this man's escape, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little wary.

This person's skills are not like those of the Hehuan Sect.

The two flew for a while and slowly landed on an unknown hill.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I wonder what you have to discuss with Mr. Wang? Do you have to come to such a remote place?" Wang Luo asked with a smile. His consciousness scanned the surroundings over and over again, but found nothing.

"Nothing, actually I just want to ask Fellow Daoist Wang some questions?" Lu Yunze turned around slowly, the smile on his face disappeared, and the biting coldness in his eyes seemed to turn into substance, piercing Wang Luo's heart like an ice pick.

Wang Luo frowned, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"I wonder what Fellow Daoist Lu wants to ask?"

"It's very simple..." Lu Yunze looked directly into his eyes coldly, with no expression on his face.

"Did Qiong Wuji die in your hands? Did you have any interaction with the Hidden Moon Sect? Also, how did you learn about Qiong Wuji's whereabouts?"

Lu Yunze's voice was colder than a blade, "Answer these three questions, and I will consider letting you go."

"Let me go?" Wang Luo laughed angrily.

"How dare a junior in the foundation-building stage say such things? He is really arrogant."

"Junior, let me ask you three questions. Who are you? How did you mobilize the monks of the Hehuan Sect? What is your relationship with Master Yunlu?"

"Answer my question, I can consider letting your soul go and give you a chance to reincarnate."

Lu Yunze looked at Wang Luo, and their eyes collided in the air, as if sparks were shooting out.

After a moment of silence, Lu Yunze let out a long breath.

"All right."

As soon as he finished speaking, the situation in front of Wang Luo suddenly changed!

The world in front of him instantly turned into an endless sea of ​​fire, as if he was in a furnace, with blazing flames in all directions.

The high temperature that was enough to melt gold and iron hit his face, and Wang Luo's body glowed with a faint black light. Pieces of translucent illusory scales appeared all around, isolating the sea of ​​fire three feet away.

"Array!" Wang Luo's expression changed drastically.

Before he could recover, giant tornadoes stretching from heaven to earth slowly took shape in the sea of ​​fire.

The strong wind swept the flames, like red scaleless snakes, rushing toward Wang Luo from all directions.

"Hmph! Do you think you can deal with me with just one formation?" Wang Luo snorted, and the illusory scales around him disappeared instantly, replaced by a pillar of pitch-black fire rising into the sky.

The jet-black fire pillars intertwined with the hurricane flames, making a deafening crackling sound.

"Edict!" Wang Luo shouted loudly, and black energy surged out from his body and merged into the pillar of pitch-black fire.

The fire pillar instantly grew in size, and gradually gave birth to a huge black dragon head, which bit into the hurricane fire!

The flames instantly dissipated, and the dark demonic fire turned into a demonic dragon, tearing the tornadoes mixed with flames into pieces. At the same time, it spit out pitch black fireballs, which fell into the sea of ​​fire and exploded.

Outside the formation, Lu Yunze looked at the slightly trembling formation, his face frighteningly gloomy.

This Tianfeng Fiery Formation was already the most directly lethal formation in his hands, but it still couldn't do anything to Wang Luo.

This is not because the formation is not strong. On the contrary, if an ordinary alchemy monk enters the formation, no matter how hard he struggles, he will not be able to escape the end of being turned to ashes by the fiery sky wind.

It's just that Wang Luo is too strong. With top-level magic power, Nether Mysterious Fire, and blessings from several ancient treasures, there are probably not many Nascent Souls who can beat him.

Lu Yunze's eyes became more and more profound, and he slapped the storage bag with one hand, and the tall figure of the Tiger King puppet appeared instantly.

"Wang Luo!" Lu Yunze shouted and stepped into the formation.

The black dragon looked up and Lu Yunze transformed into golden light and escaped into the Tiger King's puppet.

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the three-foot-tall puppet, its chest opened, and a huge green pillar of fire suddenly shot out.

The sea of ​​fire moved with it, criss-crossing around the green fire pillar, turning into a layer of crimson pillars of wind and fire, and struck the black dragon head-on.

"Corpse fire!" Wang Luo was stunned, and then his face instantly turned ferocious.

"It turns out you took the Qingming Armor Corpse!"

The demonic dragon coiled up and faced him with a pillar of black fire coming from its mouth.

'boom'!

The flames collided and the violent explosion shook the entire formation.

When the fire was radiating, the two sky-reaching fire pillars refused to give way to each other, roaring and colliding with each other like two huge ferocious pythons, causing the entire formation to tremble.

After a moment, the pitch-black demonic fire suddenly grew in volume, suppressing the red and green flames.

Wang Luo was stunned for a moment, and then after observing carefully, he suddenly felt ecstatic.

This Netherworld Fire is actually devouring the opponent's flames!

Wang Luo looked up to the sky and laughed, and with a sudden force of his demon-inducing power, the demonic dragon was transformed. The black energy completely returned to the demonic flames. In an instant, the demonic flames surged, swallowing up all the flames in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the Tiger King's puppet.

The huge body of the Tiger King puppet suddenly escaped to one side, but the Netherworld Mysterious Fire suddenly changed its direction, and a huge black flame dragon head emerged out of thin air, and bit it down at the Tiger King puppet.

The Tiger King puppet was surrounded by golden light, but the demon dragon held black flames in its mouth and bit down hard, easily tearing away the protective golden light and biting the Tiger King puppet in one bite.

The demonic fire clung to it, and the Tiger King puppet burned and fell.

The surrounding flames began to gradually dissipate, obviously because no one was in charge, and the power of the formation began to decrease greatly.

Wang Luo recalled the demon dragon and stood up, pointing with one hand, and the dark flames gathered in the dragon's mouth again, turning into a huge pillar of fire that reached the sky and the earth, and struck straight down towards the sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, the entire formation began to shake violently, the flames flickered on and off, and cracks began to appear on the edges of the formation.

Wang Luo was overjoyed when he saw this and quickly used the Netherworld Fire to attack the formation again.

At this moment, a faint, faint light appeared behind Wang Luo.

'bite'!

The glimmer of light pierced out like lightning, but was blocked by the illusory scales that suddenly appeared around Wang Luo.

"Ha! Do you really think I will believe you are in that puppet?"

Wang Luo turned around abruptly, and dark flames instantly burst out.

In the flames, a vaguely seven-colored needle appeared in the air, and was directly turned into ashes by the Netherworld Mysterious Fire.

"Invisible Needle Talisman Treasure? How dare you use this thing to deal with me? Are you looking down on me too much?" Wang Luo sneered, and the black magic dragon instantly turned into hundreds of fireballs and shot out in all directions.

The dark flames exploded, causing the entire sea of ​​​​fire to scream.

Wang Luo's spiritual consciousness swept around, and finally found a faint five-color spiritual light somewhere where the netherworld fire exploded.

Large swaths of demonic fire suddenly swarmed away, like a dark wave, roaring and making a series of explosive sounds.

The sky wind and fierce fire array, which was almost collapsed by the Netherworld Mysterious Fire, suddenly set off a large sea of ​​​​fire, mixed with thousands of wind blades, and fiercely crashed into the sky full of demonic fire, as if it was a last ditch effort.

There was a sneer on the corner of Wang Luo's mouth, the black spiritual light on his body lit up, and the nine-headed giant snake roared and spit out nine jet-black light pillars, which merged into the demonic fire.

For a moment, the demonic fire surged in momentum, easily overwhelming the sky wind and fierce fire formation, and surged towards a certain corner.

At this moment, a huge figure appeared behind Wang Luo, stepping on silver auspicious clouds, and rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Wang Luo turned around and looked surprised.
Chapter completed!