The glory of the Red Sun desperately dispels the boundless darkness, but the darkness is not to be outdone, constantly eroding the surroundings of the Red Sun. The strongest spell of the Fire God lineage meets the treasure-eating beast born for destruction, and the competition has reached the most critical moment.

After a few breaths, it feels like after so long that the audience can't help but feel swaying. Everyone opens their eyes wide and takes a closer look. Even if the energy that may have overflowed out hurts their lives, they are still willing to do so.

Of course, no one will forget the overwhelming shadow of the halberd that Jiang Ji cut out. Under this shadow, even if the countless feathers contained the power of heaven, they were hard to resist at all and slowly broke. Small vortexes appeared on the shadow of the halberd, which swept the feathers into it, and finally washed away invisible. Perhaps, this is the unique way for water to swallow everything.

However, just before all the feathers were about to be swallowed up, a light crack sound spread across the world. Immediately afterwards, the red sun suddenly collapsed and turned into a spark in the sky. In the end, it still condensed into a lotus lantern and fell to the ground. Wu Jiuxiao also groaned and collapsed softly.

Although the True Yang Heart Art is extremely domineering, his cultivation was only the weakest among the nine brothers at that time. After reincarnation, he was even more unable to recover as before. Although he received the help of the Lotus Lantern, he was still much worse than the treasure-eating beast after all, and was eventually defeated by the other party's claws.

However, although Halloween won one game, there was no chance to breathe, because another greater danger was just pressing over.

A roar came, like a dragon's roar, or like a phoenix, and a pair of red and blood-like dragon horns rushed towards the shadow of the halberd falling on the head. This was the first time he responded to the enemy with his original body, which was enough to show how difficult it was to be forced.

"Shui in the world, listen to my orders and break it for me!" Jiang Ji shouted loudly, and saw countless water-blue elves in the shadow of the halberd, rushing towards the dragon horn in a hurry, wrapping it in between, constantly eroding and eroding.

It is not difficult for anyone with discerning eyes to find that under the erosion of the water-flowing halberd shadow, the two dragon horns were rapidly shrinking with the naked eye, but in the end, they disappeared silently.

"Ah!" Wan Sheng cried out and staggered back. After all, Longjiao was crucial to him, and the sudden loss had already seriously injured him.

Since Jiang Ji used the Water God Order, he naturally would not let the other party go. The shadow of the halberd fell down and directly cut the dragon head into two halves, then turned into a palm-sized water ball and flew back, landing on his palm.

In the water ball, a small dragon-shaped figure was trapped, which was the soul of the saint. After all, he was a master at the Ancestral Saint level. Even if his body turned into pieces, he would not die. He was just trapped in the spell by Jiang Ji.

The winner has been decided.

"Let me go, let me go," the holy soul in the water ball roared: "I am the most holy spirit. If you can't kill me, sooner or later, I will escape and tear you into pieces."

"Is that true?" Jiang Ji snorted coldly, and when he flipped his wrist, the water ball spun rapidly, constantly rinsing the soul of the saint, causing him to scream one after another.

"You are indeed the most strange beast in the world. It is indeed not easy for me to kill you. However, if you can't kill you today, it does not mean that you can't kill you forever. I wash it with the water of the world. Even if it takes ten years or a hundred years, there will be a day to completely die out." Jiang Ji said lightly.

Wansheng finally showed horror and hurriedly said, "No, no, I swear, I will never be enemies with you in the future, nor will I have the idea of ​​attacking you magic weapons again. Let me be spared, let me be spared."

Unfortunately, Jiang Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him at this time, so he melted the water ball into his chest, then flashed forward, held Wu Jiuxiao who was lying on the ground, frowned, "Oh, Wu family boy, why should you do this?"

At this time, Wu Jiuxiao's face was full of grayness and he was spitting out blood in big mouthfuls. He was almost unable to survive. Most of his soul was burned out by the previous attack. Now that he had returned to his original body, only some residual souls were left. Such injuries were hard to save the gods, and even if he was reincarnated, he no longer had the qualification to be reincarnated.

Wu Jiuxiao knew his injuries very well, but there was not much sadness on his face. Instead, he said, "Senior, in today's battle, have you ever weakened the limelight of my Huoshen Mountain?"

Jiang Ji showed a sad look on his face, shook his head and sighed: "I admire you in this battle, how could you be weak? If your father knew what happened today, he would be proud of you."

After hearing this, Wu Jiuxiao showed a gratified smile on his face and said, "When Huoshen Mountain was destroyed, I have survived to this day. What I want to restore my adoptive father's reputation. Today I can get such praise from my seniors, and I will die without regrets.

It’s just a pity that I had made an agreement with that little brother that after everything was done, I would start a sect, gather talents from all over the world, and carry forward my Fire God lineage, but now I’m going to break my promise.”

Jiang Jie thought about it and guessed the identity of the "little brother" in his mouth, shook his head and said, "You have suffered this disaster today to help him. If he knew, he would only be ashamed of you, and naturally he would not blame you for breaking your promise. Apart from that, what else do you have? You might as well tell me all of them, and I will fulfill them one by one for you."

Wu Jiuxiao nodded and was about to speak, but a thin figure flew over and knelt in front of him. It was his disciple Red Boy.

Seeing that the master was about to die, Red Boy had already broken free from Princess Iron Fan and rushed over. At this time, she was already in tears and cried: "Master, don't leave your disciples behind. The disciple has not mastered the True Yang Heart Art, nor has he become famous for the master in the Three Realms. How can you bear it if you leave like this?"

When Wu Jiuxiao saw his disciple Hong Chi'er coming, he showed a hint of pride on his face and said with a smile: "Don't cry, my son, I am the master today to let you see the strongest moves of the True Yang Xin Art with your own eyes. I wonder if you have recorded it? You are very qualified and you have learned all my skills. All I have lost is just a little bit of a bad time. As long as you practice well in the future, you can surpass your master sooner or later and revitalize my Fire God lineage. It's a pity that the master can't accompany you to see that day."

Red Boy kowtowed and said, "Master, don't worry, disciples must remember the master's advice and practice hard to let the name of the Fire God spread throughout the three realms again."

Jiang Ji looked at Hongboer carefully and nodded, "Is this your disciple? I've recorded it."

Wu Jiuxiao was already worried at this time and laughed: "Enjoyed father, brothers, I have lived tens of thousands of years more than you, so it's not a loss. I'll come to see you today, but I wonder if you have prepared a welcome banquet? Our family is finally going to reunite..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually fell down, and his body turned into a raging flame. The last three-legged golden crow in the world was destroyed by both body and spirit.
Chapter completed!