The flags cover the sky and the sun, and the vast army of fire clan monks stationed. The power of flames soared into the sky turned red.

"Report!" A scout of the fire clan rushed in quickly in the camp of the army. "Report to the main general, there is an active volcano twenty thousand miles ahead, which is fully in line with the power attributes of our clan. If we can set up a formation here, we can increase our combat power!"

Huo Ao looked up and showed joy, "Are you serious about this?"

"The subordinates dare not deceive the master. This is a stone cut from the volcano. It is stained with the power of the volcano. You will know it when you sense it." The scout took out a fire-colored stone.

Huo Ao's divine thoughts swept away, and his smile could no longer be concealed, "Okay! If our army can defeat the Snow Army this time, I will remember you for a great contribution!"

"Thank you, sir!" The scout was overjoyed, but hesitated, "Master General, this volcano is the territory of the Chiyan tribe here. The subordinates have inquired about it. They have lived here for generations, and they are afraid they will not evacuate easily."

Huo Ao sneered, "Can there be a realm of creation among the small tribes in the region, among other tribes?"

"That's not."

"Hmph! What else can I say? There is not even a powerful power of fortune. How dare I stop my great Fire Clan!" Huo Ao picked up a command arrow, "Huoyun, take people to occupy this volcano and clear the obstacles for the army to enter."

As he said that, he threw the arrow down.

Huo Yun received the order and knelt on one knee, "It only takes three days for the subordinates to complete it!"

After leaving the Central Army camp, he ordered the army under his command, like a group of fierce hungry wolves, led by the scouts, he rushed straight to the volcano.

...

Under the altar, the great priest rested on the ground with his five bodies against the cold ground, and kept praying and reciting in his mouth.

Behind me, in the vast space, there are dense crowds of old, young, women and children of the Chiyan tribe who can’t see the end at first sight. Although they are worshiping piously, they cannot conceal the panic and fear.

A monk from the Chiyan clan hurried over and bowed and said, "The Great Sacrifice, the Fire Clan soldiers were sent to our army, and the clan leader has led the 100,000 clan troops to fight."

The high priest trembled, but he took a deep breath, tried to keep calm, and waved his hand to let him go.

He looked up and looked at the magnificent altar in front of him, begging in his dim eyes.

"The great, noble, supreme master of faith, begs you to bless your devout believers and not be covered by the shadow of death."

"Please come!"

The high priest turned around and swept through his uneasy eyes, "Everyone prayed with me, dedicate all your spirit and strength, convey our begging to the Lord, and ask him to protect my tribe army!"

"Yes, the high priest."

All the Chiyan tribe's elders, young women and children began to read out loudly, and praise the master of faith gathered into a torrent of sounds that kept echoing in the air.

The invisible power of faith was violently stirred and gathered, as if it was because in a desperate situation, all hopes were condensed. The Red Flame tribe dedicated this time was particularly powerful, like a rushing river, pouring into the altar, and passing it continuously through the dark connection.

A day later, the monk reported to the news appeared again, his face was covered in blood, and one of his arms was cut off from it, revealing pale bones.

"The great priest, the clan army was defeated, the clan leader was killed, and the fire clan army was about to arrive!"

The sound of fear spread throughout the altar, and chaos suddenly erupted, and countless women and children cried and wailed.

The high priest suddenly hunched down. He reluctantly looked up at the altar that was inhaling the power of faith, and let out a sad roar, "My Lord, are you really going to abandon, your devout believer?"

boom--

There was a loud noise behind him, and the hall was broken from outside. Through the huge broken crack, you could see the Fire Clan army in the air with a ferocious look in the air.

Huo Yun swept coldly below, "A mere tribe dares to fight against the power of the Fire clan, a serious crime!" He waved his hand and said, "In one day, clean up the Red Flame clan, and everything you gain belongs to your own. Let's start!"

The Fire Clan army burst into cheers, and their eyes began to be congested quickly, and the air became extremely hot, as if it was about to burn.

All the members of the Red Flame tribe are in despair!

"kill!"

The Huoyun Guard was the first to be dispatched. They chose the Altar of the Red Flame Clan. Of course, those who are qualified to come here are not ordinary people.

Only by cleaning them can you get the greatest fun and get the most rewards!

Envy flashed in the eyes of the other Fire clan troops, but they did not dare to fight with them. They chose other targets and rushed out with a strange cry.

Huo Yun looked excited. He liked to see life withering and blood flowers blooming. It seemed that by taking a sip, he could smell the sweet smell that was born in fear and despair.

He waved out a large chair and sat in the air, looking at the foot of the volcano with interest, his heart accelerated slightly, and he admired the upcoming feast.

"Ah!" A shrill scream came into his ears. Huo Yun judged the direction, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction. He was worthy of being his personal guard. He always took action the fastest, most straightforward and also the most painful, and could completely meet his expectations.

The taste of blood is so wonderful!

But soon, Huo Yun's mentality of enjoyment was interrupted by the exclamation behind him. He suddenly looked down and saw his personal guards fleeing back frantically, as if there were demons behind him, and their faces were filled with fear.

Bang-

The last guard suddenly exploded, and red and white objects splashed. The headless corpse continued to rush forward for a distance before falling down suddenly.

Then, three consecutive sounds of "pa", "pa", "pa", and "pa", and in Huo Yun's angrily eyes, three more guards' heads exploded into pieces.

Bang—

He slapped his body with a palm and shot out, "Who dares to kill my Fire Clan, seeking death!"

Then, Huo Yun watched all the guards storm their headshots and die, and fell like dumplings, as if they were the biggest mockery of him.

His eyes suddenly turned red, not only because of his anger, but also because of his heartache!

He personally selected every personal guard, and he was very strong and loyal. He had accumulated this team for countless years.

Now they are all dead... dead...

Huo Yun's body trembled. He withdrew his gaze to look at the corpse, looked up and stared at the black-robed monk in front of him, and screamed like an evil ghost, "No matter who you are, you must die!"

He stepped heavily under his feet, and the space was twisted violently. The powerful force pushed his body and rushed forward like a fierce cheetah.

Who would have thought that such a fierce culprit was just a superficial cover. Fire Cloud's real killing move was the blooming fire lotus under his robe sleeve.

Without some confidence, how dare you become an enemy of the Fire Clan? Besides, even Huo Yun himself was secretly shocked. He wanted to take action because he was angry, but he also had to do it. All the personal guards were killed. If he did not fight to the death, he would lose all his face!

Therefore, most of the anger shown was pretending, and Huo Yun wanted to numb the person and killed him on the spot by surprise.

No one cares about his disgraceful means. As long as he can win, he will be a hero of the Fire Clan!

call out--

The fire lotus roared out, with a speed that was completely inconsistent with its exquisite appearance. It appeared in front of him just a flash.

Huo Yun widened his eyes excitedly. He had a clear understanding of the power of Fire Lotus, compressing and accommodating all his cultivation, and several terrifying magical flames merged into the immortal world. At such a close distance, the killing burst out was infinitely comparable to the attack of the Creation Realm!

This is his strongest trump card, boy, you are dead!

As soon as his mind moved, he would ignite the fire lotus, but the next moment, Huo Yun's excitement froze on his face and his lips faded away from blood.

Just the moment before the fire lotus exploded, the black-robed monk raised his hand and leaned forward, and fell on the fire lotus, instantly cutting off all his connection with the fire lotus.

Mo Yu lowered his head, glanced at the fire lotus that was slowly turning on his fingertips, and said lightly: "I have also mastered this kind of fire lotus. Let's see what's different from you."

As he fell, he bounced his fingers and the fire lotus roared back, but its color instantly changed from colorful to nine colors.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and white!

The nine-colored fire lotus is magnificent, as if it is carved from the most top nine-colored divine jade in this world, dazzling and dazzling and unparalleled.

Huo Yun's heart contracted violently, and the terrifying aura enveloped his soul. He wanted to turn around and escape, but found that he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he couldn't even move a finger. He opened his mouth and couldn't make any sound.

The next moment, the nine-colored fire lotus fell on him, without a loud noise or a terrifying impact, and quietly seemed like a bubble shattered, and the fire cloud's body was swallowed by the fire tongue and disappeared.

This is a complete disappearance, even a little ashes, never left behind.

The whole world seemed to be frozen, and everyone seemed to have been immobilized, so dazed that they had forgotten their breath.

Dead... the peak of Tongtian Realm... the general of the Fire Clan... was about to destroy the people of the Red Flame Clan... he died quietly, completely erased from the world, and no remnant was left behind.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Yu's eyes. He himself never expected that the current cultivation level would activate [Prosperous Lotus], which would have such terrible power. This killing is comparable to some of the great magical powers recorded in the Xiao family's classics!

It was an unexpected gain.

Mo Yu looked up, glanced at him and gradually came back to his senses, showing endless fear of the Fire Clan army, and a cold flashed across his face.

"If the Fire Army appears in front of me, don't go back." He pointed to the sky, and a vortex of flame appeared in the sky, with a pure red color, emitting a terrifying aura that makes people thrill.

The powerful devouring power locks on every Fire clan, no matter how they struggle or wail and beg for mercy, they are sucked into it by large pieces, and are burned to ashes by the power of the vortex in the reach of sight.

They call themselves the Fire clan, use fire as their power, surround it all their lives, and eventually die in the flames, which is also a perfect cycle.

The members of the Chiyan clan were shocked and stared at the scene in front of them, extremely suspicious of being in a dream.

The person who suddenly appeared was lightly slaughtered all the terrifying fire clan army that could destroy their clan a hundred times. Who is he and why should he help us? The unknown clouds enveloped their heads, and even though they had been rescued, they were still anxious and at ease.

The priest stared at Mo Yu, and suddenly his old face turned red, his body trembled violently like a whisper. He knelt down and kowtowed hard. Blood flowed down the wrinkles on his cheeks, dyeing the bright and gorgeous priest robe red.
Chapter completed!