"Holy shit, what's going on? The flames are rioting?"
Perhaps the old crow was slow to react after being poisoned. At this time, his eyes were wide open and protruding from the sockets, showing an unbelievable look.
However, before he could escape, the nine-colored flames buzzed and fell down on his head, wrapping it up.
"Nine-color flames? How could it be a nine-color flame? It actually came to the eighth floor!"
Old Crow is a monster born in flames. He can refine weapons on the eighth level of the fire domain. It is obvious that he has extremely strong fire resistance.
The flames of the ninth-level divine fire were extremely powerful. He also quietly tried to enter, but the devastating burning made him regret it and he took several days of rest before recovering.
At this time, after the old crow was poisoned, his head felt a little short-circuited, and he was still thinking about what caused the riot of flames.
"Could it be that there is a powerful figure at the saint level practicing weapons in there?"
"Ouch, it hurts me to death, no good, run away quickly."
After being poisoned with melon seeds, the old crow, who was a little numb, was finally burned by the nine-color flames. He instantly turned into a crow as black as ink, and scurried outward like an arrow from a string.
He can't stay here any longer and must wait until the nine-color flames stop flowing around before he can come back.
The old crow had just rushed to the purple flame area on the sixth floor, fell to the ground with a plop, and turned into a huge crow more than thirty meters long.
At this time, he fell to the ground, motionless. Although he was not dead, under the influence of the flames and crape myrtle pollen, the old monster became poisonous and fainted from the poison.
Zhang Wenchang waited for a quarter of an hour and found that the old monster was still lying there, motionless and with weak breath.
His bone knife immediately materialized and rushed forward.
He pierced his sea of suffering with a simple and crude knife, and took out a piece of mutton-fat jade divine iron the size of a basin.
Then he threw the old monster near the dead elder of Shaking Light Holy Land.
Then he plucked out all the feathers from the old crow, threw them everywhere, collected some of them, and stored them in the cave sky, intending to refine them into feathers, which can be used to assume other identities in the future.
That's not all. When Zhang Wenchang robbed the Lihuo Sect, he found that there were also veterinary drugs to stimulate animal breeding, which were specially used for breeding the sacred beast mounts raised by the sect.
At this time, he took out a large bag full of food and quickly fed it to the old crow.
Zhang Wenchang took back the bone knife and the washbasin-sized piece of mutton-fat jade magic iron.
He took out the Void Mirror, and with a flash of light, he broke through the void instantly and escaped a hundred thousand miles away.
Zhang Wenchang did not teleport to the Northern Territory immediately. He came to a small town and found a tavern to find out what important news there was.
In the afternoon of that day, Holy Lord Yaoguang led several elders and personally descended on the Fire Realm.
Just like the heavenly soldiers and generals, the cavalry is arranging in the sky, and the Holy Lord of Shaking Light is like a god, standing in the high sky, his whole body enveloped by one hundred and eight halos.
His body was surrounded by powerful waves like a vast ocean.
He led a group of elders directly to the sixth layer of purple flame area.
The terrifying flames could not get close to his body. He had a treasure on his body, and the flames retreated automatically.
On that ground, the head of an elder from the Shaking Light Holy Land was gone, leaving only a body.
An old crow was lying on his body, squirming.
"This is..." An old man with white eyebrows frowned and looked at the naked Crow Taoist.
"This pile of Fire Crow Divine Feathers, could this be Taoist Crow? How could he...actually..."
"Junior Brother Wang? Is this the body of Junior Brother Wang? Is this old monster actually desecrating the body of Junior Brother Wang?" an old man said in a trembling voice.
"Old Crow, what are you doing? Go to hell!" An old man was furious and pierced the old Crow's body with a sword.
Old Crow's mind seems to have just recovered, and he has not yet figured out what happened.
"Li Daoqing?! Yaoguang Holy Land! Damn it, you plotted against me? I'm not done with Yaoguang Holy Land!"
Boom boom boom!
Terrifying energy fluctuations spread everywhere, and a terrifying battle broke out here.
At this time, Zhang Wenchang was in a small city a hundred thousand miles away, ordering a table of food and wine, and was drinking some wine.
Of course he doesn't know what happened in the Fire Realm. He doesn't care whether he can provoke a dog-eat-dog fight between the Holy Land of Light and Old Crow. It's just a black move.
Zhang Wenchang saw another wanted image of himself on a bulletin board.
Obviously, this was a wanted order issued by the Green Scale Feather Clan, and the Blue Scale King went crazy.
Soon Zhang Wenchang found a gathering place of the Green Scale Feather Tribe in a forest near this small town.
Zhang Wenchang transformed into a wanted person and walked towards their mountain gate in a swaggering manner.
At first, these monsters from the Green Scale Feather Clan didn’t recognize Zhang Wenchang, and thought he was a visiting monk from the human race.
"This human monk, stop, you have entered the territory of the Blue Scale Feather Tribe." said a humanoid monster with green wings on its back and a body covered with scales.
Zhang Wenchang didn't answer at all. The murderous aura in its body was like a wave, sweeping away in all directions, and the group of monsters were alarmed.
"Let me test the physical strength of these monsters!" Zhang Wenchang casually waved a big palm, as big as a small mountain, and rushed towards them overwhelmingly.
Boom boom boom
The five little monsters who were guarding the door finally reached the realm of Taoist palace. In this loud noise, they all exploded into a ball of blood mist, and their body and soul were destroyed.
"Enemy attack!"
"Human invasion!"
"Everyone, come together and kill this demon!"
A relatively majestic middle-aged monster, who looked like the leading steward, called a few times and led a group of monsters to rush forward.
There were seven or eight monsters in total, all shining with cyan light. Some waved their fists, some extended their claws, some were controlling scales, and some were controlling divine swords made of feathers. They were attacking together with great momentum.
Zhang Wenchang.
The blood in Zhang Wenchang's body surged to the sky, and his whole body seemed to be burning with blazing flames.
Zhang Wenchang rushed forward without using a weapon, and his thunder-shrouded fists instantly fired seven or eight punches.
The monsters who were attacked felt as if they were struck by lightning, and their bodies were scorched with the punch, and the smell of barbecue emitted.
They flew back faster than they rushed up, and before they landed on the ground, they exploded in mid-air and turned into clouds of blood mist.
"This demon is too powerful!"
"Everyone, run away!"
"Hurry up and inform the elders that someone has invaded our territory!"
The remaining green-scaled feather clan monsters, after shouting, fled in all directions, trying to use this method to escape a few.
"Om!"
Zhang Wenchang used one of the six-character Buddhist mantras, the Om mantra.
Just like a lion's roar, it's like a thunder exploded on a sunny day.
Those little miscellaneous fish and monsters running around had no time to escape. In this earth-shattering roar, they exploded into a ball of blood mist one by one.
