Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Who Is This Almighty?
Mr. Song's expression also changed at this moment.
He finally sensed that something was wrong. The color of the flame was wrong. This damn flame was not the demonic flame he had released.
I was too confident before and didn't take a closer look at it. Now I saw that although the flame was somewhat similar to my own magic flame, the inside was as dark as ink, which was completely different from my own purple-black flame.
Moreover, the black figure wrapped in it was still intact, and the other party even waved towards him.
"How is this possible? You also play with fire?"
"How can you possibly master the flames that are enough to compete with my demonic flames?"
The old man looked shocked. His flame came from the arm of the half-step Mahayana stage, and it was not comparable to ordinary flames.
"Haha, your flame is pretty good as nourishment."
Li Xiaobai said lightly, stretched out his hand and made the hellfire shrink, revealing his figure.
"It must be your family's treasure. I have to say that geniuses do have special treatment. The treasure that I can only get after nine deaths, you can have it as soon as you are born. But it doesn't matter. I will kill you here today. Your treasure belongs to me."
Got it!"
The old man looked up to the sky and roared suddenly.
Behind him, the God and Demon Yuanshen opened his mouth wide, and another ball of purple flame swept across like Li Xiaobai.
At the same time, he held the Seal Seal in his hand and raised his fist to hit Li Xiaobai.
Li Xiaobai didn't say anything. He raised his hand slightly, and the hellfire around him instantly opened up. The purple magic flame was absorbed instantly, and even the phantom of the soul in the void was covered with a layer of strange black flames.
In just a few breaths, the gods and demons completely merged into the darkness.
"puff!"
Blood spurted out from the old man's mouth, and his soul was burned, causing him to suffer severe injuries in an instant.
"This is impossible, what kind of flame is this?"
"You are not in the Nascent Soul stage, who exactly are you?"
The old man stared at Li Xiaobai in horror. His offensive was actually swallowed up by the strange black flames. This was definitely not something that an ordinary genius could do. The opponent's cultivation level was above his!
"I, Li Xiaobai, have never said that I am at the Nascent Soul stage."
Li Xiaobai stretched out his hand and pointed, and a ball of dark flames flew in the void. The old man was reduced to ashes in an instant without even letting out a miserable howl.
There was silence in the field.
Jing Kun was stunned. His great advantage was gone in an instant. What if he could burn the opponent with just one breath?
How come one of my own people was burned in the blink of an eye?
All the monks were also dumbfounded and shocked beyond measure. The Yuan Ying stage master, whom they feared like a god, died so simply?
A chilly air rose in their hearts, and all the monks felt a chill on the backs of their necks.
The young man in front of him is not a young genius at all, he is a real boss, definitely the manifestation of some old monster who has never been born.
Killing Nascent Soul Stage monks casually, what kind of cultivation does that mean?
He must be at least in the God Transformation Stage, maybe even a senior master in the Tribulation Stage!
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. They had just provoked a big boss who was suspected of being in the tribulation period. Does this big boss like to pretend to be young now?
"You...you just killed Mr. Song?"
Another Yuanying stage monk looked at Li Xiaobai and said blankly.
"Well, kill him."
Li Xiaobai nodded and said.
"How... did you kill me?"
The monk continued to ask, his eyes a little dazed, and he said blankly.
"That's how he was killed."
Li Xiaobai snapped his fingers, a strange black flash flashed through, and the monk was burned without a trace in an instant.
[Current diffusion range: fifteen meters.]
He turned to look at Yang Huan: "Whatever you want to ask, you can ask it now."
Yang Huan also recovered from the sluggish state at this moment, and was extremely happy in his heart. The big guy in front of him was stronger than he imagined. Killing Yuanying Stage was like chopping melons and vegetables, and was burned out by a ray of flame.
This time I really found a treasure.
"Yes! I'm going to ask you about it now, little girl!"
Yang Huan quickly walked up to Jing Kun and said word by word: "Should you explain yourself, or should you let the big boss search for your soul?"
"I will confess, I will confess!"
"I am ignorant, please let me go!"
Jing Kun was crying at this moment. If you were a boss, you would have told me earlier. What does it mean to deliberately pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?
The development of things was too twists and turns, and his little heart couldn't bear it.
"Tell me, who is the mastermind behind you?"
Yang Huan ignored his plea for mercy and continued to ask.
"It's Souei-sama!"
Jing Kun glanced at Li Xiaobai with some fear and said.
"Who is Souei-sama?"
Yang Huan frowned, she had never heard of this name.
"It's the powerful evil sect on the first battlefield. He annexed the monks on the periphery and accumulated his own power. He taught me these things!"
Jing Kun said.
"Then why did he instigate you to act like this?"
Yang Huan's face turned a little ugly. The masters of the first battlefield knew without asking that they were also in the tribulation stage. With such a master, Senior Hu, as his backing, it's no wonder that this guy is so bold.
"This little one doesn't know. The adult just said that there is something to be placed in these battlefields. He doesn't want others to see it, so he wants me to use secret means to destroy these camps and monks."
Jing Kun explained.
"Is that a piece of debris?"
Li Xiaobai suddenly asked. He was very concerned about the evil cultivators. After all, he had previously guessed that this fragment was most likely placed by the evil cultivators.
"I don't know, I don't know, but do you know Souei-sama?"
"Can you please let me go for a while, for Lord Souei's sake?"
"The treasures in this camp, I am willing to offer them with both hands. The adults can take whatever they like and pick them as they please!"
Jing Kun knelt down and begged for mercy. He understood that whether he would die or live today would all depend on the boss's words.
"Souei?"
"fly?"
"The name of this evil sect is really interesting. I don't know any flies, and I don't want to know them. You can die and I will give you a happy life."
Li Xiaobai said slowly, and the entire village was cast in a shadow in the blink of an eye.
Jing Kun wanted to say something more, but he was stunned by the sight in front of him. At this moment, the mountains and fields around the camp were filled with flames as black as ink, and the entire sky dimmed.
Layers of flames surged, setting off a stormy sea, and the hot breath enveloped everyone, as if it could kill people at any time.
"This...there are actually flames like this all around the camp?"
"We are surrounded!"
"Who are you?"
"The whole wasteland is filled with this kind of fire!"
The monks in the camp were in an uproar, and several Nascent Soul stage monks looked horrified and screamed.
Many people soared into the sky, trying to use secret techniques to escape from high altitudes, but they were shocked to find that except for the camp, almost everything was a black ocean. Let alone a place to stay, they couldn't even identify their direction.
What kind of existence did they provoke? This kind of flame actually covered the entire wasteland!