He never expected that dozens of disciples in the Chaos Holy Land would be burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
You must know that any of those disciples who were burned to death just now are more powerful than Ye Qiu.
"What kind of flame is this?"
"Why is it so scary?"
When Wu Qinghao was frightened, his eyes fell on Ye Qiu's arms, and he saw two white flames coming out of Ye Qiu's arms.
Although the flames were not big, Wu Qinghao sensed a strong sense of crisis.
"Strange fire!"
Finally, Wu Qinghao recognized the flame on Ye Qiu's arm. He was startled at first, and then his eyes became fiery.
"I asked you why you are so arrogant. It turns out you have strange fire in your body."
"Boy, you have killed so many people in our Chaos Holy Land. No matter what, I will never let you go."
"However, if you are willing to dedicate the strange fire to me, then I can leave you a whole corpse."
Ye Qiu said disdainfully, "Wu Qinghao, if you kneel down and beg for mercy right now, I might consider leaving a whole body for you."
"Looking for death." Wu Qinghao's eyes suddenly became sharp, he looked at Ye Qiu with a murderous look on his face, and said, "Boy, don't think that you are invincible because of the strange fire in your body."
"Your cultivation is too weak and you are no match for this Son of God."
"Since you don't know how to praise, there's nothing more to say."
"However, I always like to consider others. Since you are a disciple of Wuji Tianzun, I can give you time to leave your last words. Otherwise, when I take action, you will never have a chance to speak again."
Master Changmei stayed behind Ye Qiu, pointed at Wu Qinghao and yelled, "What the hell, you dare to talk so shamelessly when you are about to die, you little bastard will kill him soon."
Wu Qinghao glanced at the long-browed man, his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, and shouted, "A yin and yang."
A servant of the religion dares to shout in front of this Son of God, I will beat your muscles, peel off your skin, and let you die without a burial place."
The Changmei Master was not afraid and said, "If you can't kill me today, then I will beat your head into a pulp, garbage."
Wu Qinghao was furious. As the Son of God of the Holy Land of Chaos, he was usually the object of worship no matter where he went, but he never expected that today he would be insulted by a servant of the Yin Yang Sect. He was simply desperate.
"Since you want to die so much, then I will help you." After Wu Qinghao finished speaking, he was about to take action.
At this time, he saw Ye Qiu hooking his fingers at him and said arrogantly, "Wu Qinghao, come here quickly and die. I can't wait to burn you to ashes."
"Okay, how dare a servant be so arrogant? It seems that like a master, like a servant." Wu Qinghao laughed angrily, and then, a strong murderous aura appeared on his body.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Qinghao's blood surged all over his body, and he seemed to have turned into an invincible master, with waves of terrifying aura emanating from his body.
Wu Qinghao's eyes were as terrifying as the blade of a knife, and he said, "Boy, let me tell you for the last time, dedicate the strange fire to me immediately, otherwise you two, master and servant, will have no bones left."
However, Ye Qiu seemed not to notice and cursed impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense. If you want strange fire, you can get it yourself if you have the ability."
"It seems that you really want to die. Well, I will give you a ride." When Wu Qinghao finished speaking, his body had already shot out.
"kill!"
Wu Qinghao shouted loudly, and with a shocking murderous intention, he pressed his palm down towards Ye Qiu.
Terrifying power erupted from his palm, like
A piece of the sky collapsed, which was extremely terrifying.
"Although you are a disciple of Wuji Tianzun, your cultivation is too weak and you can die in my hands. You should be proud."
Wu Qinghao's face was full of pride, as if he had seen the scene of Ye Qiu being killed by his palm, and he said coldly.
"snort!"
Ye Qiu snorted coldly and unleashed his fighting power. The strange fire condensed on his arms instantly rose into the sky, like two fire dragons, and rushed towards Wu Qinghao.
"burn!"
Ye Qiu shouted loudly, the fire of the strange fire became more intense, and the sound of "sizzling" kept ringing in the air.
Wu Qinghao immediately discovered that the force of his palm fell apart when encountering the strange fire.
In other words, the strange fire burned his power completely.
"It is indeed the most magical flame in the world. It can even burn with divine power. If I get the strange fire, I can take the opportunity to burn Qi Tian and Chen Tianming to death and steal the Dragon King's inheritance."
Wu Qinghao thought of this, decided to temporarily avoid the fire, and quickly took a few steps back.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Wu Qinghao's back seemed to hit an iron wall, making a clanging sound.
Wu Qinghao looked back and suddenly realized that he had bumped into the formation he had set up.
Ye Qiu's laughter rang out, "Wu Qinghao, you set up this formation to kill me, but unexpectedly, this formation blocked your retreat at this time. This is called shooting yourself in the foot."
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"Do you think that this son of God is going to escape? What a joke!" Wu Qinghao said, "Not only will this son of God not escape, I will also kill you and take away your strange fire."
"You should pray, it's best not to be burned to ashes by the strange fire." Ye Qiu waved his arm and said, "Go."
Following his command, two strange fires formed a fire lotus and shot toward
Wu Qinghao rushed over.
"boom!"
At this moment, Wu Qinghao's body was filled with divine light, and a piece of pitch-black armor covered his whole body, leaving only his two eyes exposed.
This armor was engraved with dense runes and exuded a cold aura, making it look like it was something other than an ordinary thing.
"I have the holy robe passed down from generation to generation, but it's just a strange fire. What can it do to me?"
As soon as Wu Qinghao finished speaking, strange fire wrapped around his holy clothes, and then there was a "sizzling" sound. The handed down holy clothes seemed to have been corroded by sulfuric acid, with bursts of green smoke emitting, and many cracks appearing.
"What?"
"What kind of strange fire is this?"
"Why can't even the Heirloom Saint Cloth block it?"
Wu Qinghao was shocked. In desperation, he formed seals with his hands in front of his face, and then his whole body was filled with divine light, wrapped in a layer of mist, making him appear mysterious and powerful.
One second later.
"Chi!"
A ray of light rushed out from Wu Qinghao's Tianling Cap, like a peerless sharp blade with endless edge.
Wu Qinghao said in a cold voice, "Dragon Bodhisattva, I have a ray of chaos energy. It would be easier to kill you than to crush an ant."
"You want to kill me with just a wisp of chaos energy. You are too naive." Dense chaos energy suddenly rushed out from Ye Qiu's side.
Thirty-three thousand strands!
"How is it possible?" Wu Qinghao was horrified. Looking at the entire Chaos Holy Land, there was not so much Chaos Qi.
As for the wisp of chaos energy he sacrificed, as if he was overjoyed to see his companions, it escaped from his control, and together with the 33,000 strands of chaos energy, it launched an attack on Wu Qinghao.
"Go to hell!" Ye Qiu shouted violently, and the chaos energy suddenly suppressed.
"No..." Wu Qinghao screamed without stopping, and instantly turned into a ball of blood mist.
