"Mother, is this Dragon Palace still quite strong? It didn't melt even a little bit in the Eight Desolations Immortal Furnace." Su Ling looked around and couldn't help but sigh.
"How could the Dragon Palace that could nourish such a huge blood dragon crystal be smelted by a mere fairy weapon?" Ling Luo's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up in a confident arc, "Now, the enemy has been subjected to eight attacks.
Under the influence of the Desolate Immortal Furnace, we have lost our fighting ability. Now is a good time for us to take action and find all the good treasures in the Dragon Palace."
"Yes, mother!" Su Ling ordered, with a mean smile on his face like a mean dragon god, and said, "My son likes treasure hunting the most."
"Uncle Meow, wait for me, let's go together!" Su Ling jumped towards the direction of Jianlong.
Several people were provoking for a while, and after a while, they found eight dragon weapons from the altar of the Dragon Palace, all of which were extraordinary.
But at this moment, outside, Yan Rui, the head of the Fire Tribe who controlled the entire Eight Wastelands Immortal Furnace, realized something was wrong.
"What's going on? There were obviously about thirty people sucked in, but why did a dozen or so have no refining reaction?"
Yan Rui frowned, the expression on his face was not so friendly, and murmured to himself: "The strangest thing is that there was no reaction from the dragon clan and the blood dragon crystal in the immortal furnace. Could it be that the purple gold dragon and
Lu Zhanliang has not been refined?"
After another quarter of an hour, Yan Rui finally couldn't hold it any longer and no longer wanted to wait any longer. He used most of his spiritual consciousness to explore into the Eight Desolations Immortal Furnace, wanting to find out what was going on.
He is the master of the Eight Wastelands Immortal Furnace. The space within the Immortal Furnace is his absolute domain of Yan Rui, and he has the right to dominate.
In other words, if they fight in the Eight Wastes Immortal Furnace, Yan Rui's power can be amplified ten times, while Lingluo Xuanyuan Yu's and the others are likely to be reduced ten times. This back and forth is a twenty-fold difference.
Just when Ling Luo and his family were busy helping Jianlong hunt for treasure in the Dragon Palace, a very terrifying figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the Eight Wilderness Immortal Furnace - Yan Rui.
"I'm so angry! You guys weren't melted into flesh and elixir by the Eight Desolations Immortal Furnace!"
The leader of the Fire Tribe, Yan Rui, was so angry that his hair stood on end and his eyes were cracked.
"Since you are so tenacious, let me beat you to a pulp first, and then let the fairy furnace refine you into a powerful elixir!"
Crazy murderous intent surged in Yan Rui's heart. In the blazing flames of the immortal furnace, he raised a big palm, aimed it at Ling Luo's family from top to bottom, and covered them fiercely.
"Yanwugang Palm!"
This is Yan Rui's space. His body has been enlarged tens of millions of times. Just one palm is wider than the previous Blood Dragon Crystal Mountain. It was like a flying stone, smashing down hard.
Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu stood in the center and had no time to resist, unlike Su Jue, Su Ling, Jian Long, Huang Zhu, Bai Ziyue, Lu Zhanliang and others standing on the edge, who had time to avoid.
Yan Rui's devastating palm came down and suppressed the bodies of Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu.
"Father, mother!" Su Ling's dark eyes widened and he roared in disbelief.
"Madam! Young Master!" Bai Ziyue had a look of fear on his face, unable to believe that the master he had just recognized had fallen like this.
"Die!"
The unbridled and arrogant face of the leader of the Fire Tribe, Yan Rui, is like the sky, floating above the Immortal Furnace space, and he is constantly grinning.