Drought Demon, a monster in the fire, is almost invincible in the fire domain. It was derived thousands of years ago when the alien crystal was formed. At that time, more than a dozen martial sects broke in and were single-handedly forced by it.
"Retreat, half of the dozen or so people died, and the remaining half fled in panic, never daring to enter the Fire Realm again.
Even with Old Fen's assurance, Feng Hao couldn't help but feel his heart tremble when he looked at the two-foot-tall monster covered in purple flames.
"hiss!..."
The Drought Demon opened its big mouth full of fangs and let out a deafening roar. The sound was rolling, and the surrounding flames were rolling even more. Against its tall body, it looked extremely terrifying, like a demon from hell.
generally.
At the same time, the Thousand Miles of Flame Mountain changed due to its roar. Fire dragons rose up one after another, soaring straight into the sky. The fire in the fire domain expanded rapidly, killing the warriors who were close to each other.
It was swallowed directly in.
"what happened?"
The people on the periphery seemed to hear the roar of the Drought Demon, and all of them immediately looked into the depths of the Flame Mountain in fear.
People living nearby have naturally heard rumors that a "spirit" monster is born in the Flame Mountain. Every time it gets angry, the scope of the Flame Mountain will be expanded.
But this time, it seems to be even more ferocious!
Seeing the flames that were constantly churning in front of them, everyone's expressions became serious.
"Did someone violate it again?!"
Thinking of this, the crowd around them couldn't help but retreat, and they retreated for more than ten miles before stopping.
Seeing the fire dragon churning endlessly on the sea of fire, they even started talking about it.
"Oops!"
Although she was far away, Qingwu could also feel the changes in the surrounding temperature. Looking at the red sky from a distance, her thin eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Although he can have secret fire protection skills, with his level as a great martial artist, how can he be the opponent of Han Ba, who has the peak strength of the martial arts master?"
Although she was worried about this, she did not move at all, and just whispered, "Could it be that...he still has some means to deal with the drought demon?"
...
The fire was surging, like the undulating sea. Feng Hao was directly thrown away by the thrust, floating in the air, suffocated by the red and purple flames around him. Even with the ice attribute Wuyuan body protection, he
He also felt that his body was about to burst, every inch of his skin was red, and every pore of his body was emitting heat that was visible to the naked eye.
"hiss!..."
The Han Demon took a step forward with its big foot, fell heavily, raised its head, opened its mouth, and a giant purple flame dragon poured out from its terrifying mouth, straight towards Feng Hao.
"Crack!"
Looking at the purple dragon coming straight towards him, Feng Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, and absorbed more energy from the martial crystal. He sprayed out the martial element and fell violently towards the ground.
"Ahem!..."
The rapid friction with the surrounding flames made Feng Hao's body feel as if it was on fire. His heart felt tight, and a few mouthfuls of blood spurted out. When he exited, the flames burned him into nothingness.
"Master!"
I sighed secretly in my heart.
"Leave it to me!"
The old voice was full of caution. As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic breath as strong as the vast sea overflowed, wrapping Feng Hao's body in it. The majestic breath made the surrounding flames appear.
It was an isolated area, and you couldn't get close to him at all.
His body slowly floated up under the doubtful eyes of the Drought Man. He was like a god, with a pair of dark and deep eyes that were boundless, and a majestic momentum that shook the sky.
land.
"hiss!..."
Hanba felt threatened and let out a shrill roar, causing the flames around it to gather even more. The rich flames seemed to have turned into liquid, forming a magma-like existence in the flames.
Seeing its performance, a hint of cold irony appeared in the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, and he slowly stretched out an arm.
"hiss!..."
The drought demon within the magma immediately started struggling crazily. In its purple-black eyes, there was deep fear. It opened its terrifying mouth and struggled desperately.
It was spitting out purple fire and the magma was rising, but its body was still slowly peeled off from the magma as if it was caught by an inexplicable hand.
The shrill roar of the Drought Demon spread far away, and the crowds far outside the Flame Mountain also heard it. Looking at the wildly waving flames in the Flame Mountain, everyone's emotions trembled with its roar.
"Is it screaming?"
"Who went in?"
"This is impossible, unless Wu Zun takes action!"
Various voices spread wildly from the crowd, and everyone was almost certain that someone was plotting against the alien crystal. Moreover, they had started fighting with the Han Demon and seemed to have the upper hand.
After some speculation, everyone was filled with emotion. All pairs of eyes were watching the changes in the sea of fire, expecting the unknown Martial Lord to appear.
Faintly, Han Ba's mournful howl reached Qing Wu's ears, and her slightly frowned brows slowly opened.
"He is indeed a very resourceful person!"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and a pair of charming eyes flickered.
...
"hiss!..."
No matter how much Hanbao struggled, its huge body was still peeled off from the magma. In the void, it was still struggling crazily, and its howling became even more shrill.
"snort!"
A cold snort came out of Feng Hao's mouth, and he clenched his outstretched palm slightly, with veins showing, as if this fist-clenching action was very laborious.
Then, Hanba, who was floating not far away from him, started to move even more crazily. His body seemed to be held by a large palm, and his body kept making crisp noises, and was slowly shrinking into purple balls.
Colorful lava scattered from his body.
"Crush it for me!"
Following the cold voice, Feng Hao's hand clenched tightly.
"hiss!..."
"Pfft!"
With a shrill howl, Hanba's huge body was crushed to pieces, and scattered into raindrops of magma that fell into the sea of fire. Only a purple-red round bead was left floating in the air.
With a slight wave of his hand, the purple-red bead flew towards Feng Hao and was held in his hand.
"It's okay, just barely. I'll find a good piece of iron and make a medium-grade spiritual weapon. There's no problem."
Old Fen's old voice came out.
"The rest is up to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the vast sea of energy surging around Feng Hao was immediately drowned. Without the support of this energy, his body fell directly, and the fall was miserable.
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