Ji Lao nodded. The monks below could not resist this situation. The lightning-like twitching tendrils in the blood mist kept taking away the lives of the monks. If the Mahayana monks did not come out, no one could shake them.
Its edge.
"Hunyuanjue!"
The martial arts in Xiong Da's body were operating crazily, and the aura of chaos appeared on his body. In the blink of an eye, his figure rushed into the blood mist of the battlefield.
A god and demon primordial spirit stood tall in the void, and the sky was reflected into black. The tyrannical power of the primordial spirit swept across and pressed down on the battlefield.
The blood mist was torn into pieces in an instant, revealing large mountains of flesh wrapped in sarcoma. Tentacles shuttled across the battlefield, and countless monks were pierced through the chests and fell into a pool of blood.
"kill!"
Ji Lao's eyes suddenly became sharp, his hands turned into magma, the air suddenly became hot, and the land that had turned into pitch black scorched earth was steaming with green smoke. The high temperature repeatedly burned Roshan's body, and the weak Roshan was gone in the blink of an eye.
The smoke disappeared.
As he said before, helping the Third Battlefield to clear out Roshan was his son's pledge of honor.
If he is not willing to help even with this matter, no matter how stupid Xiong Da is, he will not believe in the promise of Holy Son Huo Gan.
He must perform well and consolidate his trust in the Son.
"The city lord is here!"
"The Holy Son of Huolin Cave is also here to help!"
"We are saved, take the wounded and evacuate quickly, don't hold the city lord back!"
"When the city lord clears out Roshan, I will clean up the battlefield!"
A group of monks at the edge of the battlefield looked happy, and two Mahayana monks took action boldly. It was only a matter of time before the Roshan army was defeated.
wisps of blood mist overflowed from the battlefield, and Holy Son Huogan's face turned pale. It felt that its soul had been polluted, and it swayed and retreated quickly, with a gleam of fear in its eyes.
No wonder the frontier needs to be guarded. The powerful aura exuded by this kind of meat mountain cannot be resisted by a master of the Tribulation Stage with the power of blood. If he is not careful, he will lose his mind and get lost in it.
"Roar!"
The battlefield was once again covered by the bloody aura, and the situation inside was not clear. In the void, fiery red runes appeared one by one, and a fire unicorn came through the air, dragging a long red magma tail and roaring upwards.
The hot breath came all over the place, and even from a distance, the monks felt signs of being burned again on their body surfaces.
The fire unicorn joined the battlefield and ran rampant among the mountains of meat. As if entering an uninhabited land, its sharp claws easily tore the enemy in front of it into pieces. The smelly juice sprayed everywhere, and each tentacle was cut off at the waist, and then
Under the terrifying burning of lava, it instantly turned into a puddle of pus.
"Mr. Ji is indeed a master of the Fire Cave. He evolved the Qilin beast with the power of his blood. It is no exaggeration to say that this Qilin secret skill is at its peak."
Xiong Da looked at the fiery red lava repeatedly charging through the mountain of meat, his eyes full of surprise. He was also at the Mahayana stage, but this time Lao Ji's strength was more than one step ahead of him.
Between the suppression of his cultivation and the power of his bloodline, if he were to become his enemy, he would not have the confidence to win.
"Haha, City Lord Xiong is ridiculous. After all, my Qilin is just relying on the Qilin bloodline to make a trick. It is not as reliable as the City Lord's Hunyuan Jue."
Ji Lao stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and said with a smile.
While talking, the two men had already pushed the Roshan battlefield aside. This time, both of them were attacking with all their strength. Normal Roshans would die if they hit them. The few Roshans that were barely comparable to the strength of the Mahayana stage were attacked like a violent storm.
The offensive was also quickly defeated.
One of them died, and the rest wrapped themselves in fleshy tentacles and quickly retreated from the battlefield to the depths of the border.
Xiong Da frowned. Among the Roshans that came out today, there were actually some that he and Ji Lao had not killed. It seemed that the black flames from before had greatly stimulated the Roshans deep in the frontier and accelerated the recovery of the Roshans.
As for the progress, the characters that come out are more ruthless than the last.
Ji Lao also realized the seriousness of the matter. His fire unicorn had just chased and chopped down several meat mountains, but except for leaving tentacles all over the place, there was no substantial result.
Those meat mountains that escaped deep into the border can withstand the burning of lava for a short time!
"Clean the battlefield and bring the wounded back to the city for treatment!"
Xiong Da didn't say much. He shouted a few words to the monks below, and then returned to the city with Huolindong.
Within the city.
Xiong Da cupped his fists and handed over his hands: "I really want to thank Mr. Ji for taking action today. If Mr. Ji hadn't forced Roushan back with his Qilin bloodline, I would have still had to fight fiercely for a while just by myself."
"It's just a trivial matter, it's nothing to worry about. Now City Master Xiong and my Holy Son are still a united front, so it's my duty to help."
Ji Lao said with a smile, not taking the battlefield to his heart.
He and Holy Son Huogan both know that only when the third battlefield is completely stabilized can Xiong Da be able to help them deal with the other Holy Sons. Therefore, they must cut through the mess quickly and solve the problems on this battlefield as soon as possible.
"That's right, City Master Xiong doesn't have to take it to heart. If you encounter difficulties in the future, even if you say so, we will do our best if we can help."
"I don't know why the black flames on the third battlefield suddenly disappeared?"
Holy Son Huogan also said with a smile, but he was more concerned about the problem of flames. After all, the night two days ago had frightened him out of his wits.
The wave of mysterious black flames swallowed up all the blood power in its body. Now its strength is greatly reduced. This is why it is anxious to kill the other saints as soon as possible. Only by swallowing the blood of other saints can it
It is possible to regain strength.
"I was originally planning to talk to you two about this, but I was delayed by matters on the battlefield."
When the black flame was mentioned, Xiong Da's expression became serious.
"Could Lord Xiong know the origin of this flame?"
Holy Son Huogan's expression changed, and he was keenly aware of something.
"Yes, I do know some things. Cai Kunxu of the Fourth Battlefield also knows these things."
"The weird black flame is actually not a treasure at all. Its true identity is the flame released by a senior with unfathomable cultivation. That powerful senior transformed into a young prodigy and hid in the border for this purpose.
Let its flames consume more powerful monks."
"As for what was said in the Fairy Daily, they are all false and fabricated. They were just stories written by the senior through communication with the old man Tianji."
Xiong Da breathed out all the information he knew. As soon as he said this, Ji Lao and Huo Gan Shengzi's pupils shrank and their hair stood on end. They thought of the thing that Li Xiaobai accidentally dropped when they were in the Holy City.
Zhang Xianling Daily.
"Who is that powerful senior?"
"I swore an oath to be honest, but I can't say his true identity!"