Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Boom!

At the same time, in a lava in the distance, a fierce battle is taking place, and the sounds of various blasts are constantly going on.

There is no hot wave in the lava, and there is no endless smoke. On the contrary, it is dark and dark, and the coldness is very gloomy. It looks very strange.

In the center of the lava is a green flower, the petals are green and crystal clear, and the dark green fire of the flower heart bursts into a brilliant brilliance, emitting endless cold.

Needless to say, the green fire is the Netherfire, and there are two black fire spirits in front of the petals. Black fire spirit, unlike the general fire spirit, has a binocular mouth and nose on his face, and there is a flash of light in his eyes, which obviously has some intelligence.

The surface of the body has a layer of black **** layer, like a natural natural armor. The people of St. Volcano are fighting fiercely with these two ghosts.

The old man in the gray robes is alone, and the rest of the sacred volcano masters and the top martial arts kings of the volcano are fighting together.

From the battles on both sides, it can be easily found that there is a huge gap between the Wu Emperor and the Emperor Wu.

The gray robe old man alone, against the Nether Spirit, not only did not lose, but occupied the upper hand, and then hundreds of strokes in the battle of the Nether will be defeated.

On the other hand, the team of 100 people, in the case of ten half-step martial artists, can only resist the attack of the Nether Spirit, and can only wait until the old man of the gray robes to come over and help.

"I don't know how long the big brother will go. If he is here, this Netherfire can already be taken away."

The old man in the gray robe was secretly secreted, but he did not worry about the safety of the old man. With his understanding of the strength of the old man in the blue robe, even if he encounters a difficult monster, it is still very easy to fight.

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After solving the opponent's Xiao Chen, he returned to the place where the fire of the yin and the fire of the Taiyin competed with each other. Under the devour of the fire of the Taiyin, the size of the fire to the yin was already small, but it was still stubbornly resisting. .

The origin of the fire of the Taiyin is still too weak. If the old man of the blue robe is still here, under the control of it, the fire of the yin may be able to counteract the fire of the yin.

However, the old man in the blue robe is dead, but Xiao Chen has rushed back. This way, the fire of the yin can't avoid the fate of being swallowed up.

Xiao Chen’s eyes were dim, and his knowledge was released, and he began to actively control the fire of the Taiyin. Hey, one with the Lord, one with no possession, the speed of the fire of the Taiyin is swiftly faster.

The time passed slowly, after half an hour, the last glory of the yin fire disappeared, and finally was swallowed up by the fire of Xiao Chen.

Slightly relieved, Xiao Chen whispered: "This kind of initiative to swallow, consumes a lot of mental strength, but the ending is still satisfactory."

In the middle of the sky, the source of the fire of the yin has already had the size of the original rice, which has expanded ten times and has the size of a pearl.

With a light hand, the slap of the big yin fire hits a stone pillar, and, silently, the stone pillar is burned into a pile of debris.

The destructive power caused is in stark contrast to the violent violent anger of Zi Lei.

If Xiao Chen is thoughtful, the fire of the Taiyin now has a little practical strength, and it will obviously be inconvenient when he fights it in the sea.

"There is a purple thunder in the right eye, and this fire of the sun is placed in the left eye."

call out!

The light flashed, the fire of the Taiyin accompanied the heart of the source, don't break into the left eye, Xiao Chen closed his eyes, familiar with the fire of the Taiyin entering the left eye.

After a while, his eyes opened, his right eye was filled with purple light, and the raging fire burned; the left eye was white and shimmering, and the wind was cold, and the sound seemed to be much smaller than the right eye.

When the mind is moving, the vision in the eyes disappears. Xiao Chen mutters: "If you want to send out the tai yin and yang flame map in the desire level, you must have a balance between yin and yang. The fire of Taiyin is still too weak. The fire power is reduced by half, and there is no way to achieve a balance between yin and yang."

boom!

At this time, at the end of the line of sight, there was a dull explosion of sound. At the end of the line of sight, a chilling fire rose up and the pale underground space was pale.

"It should be another martial artist of St. Volcano, and I am ready to take the Netherfire and see."

Running Qinglong Tengyun, Xiao Chen’s body immediately vacated, and the real yuan swam in the body, and the sound of the dragon screamed out of the body.

There was a looming green dragon at the foot, carrying Xiao Chen’s feet, and fluctuating between the flats, the speed reached five times the speed of sound. The body broke open and broke a long wave of air in the rear, just like two invisible waves.

However, in ten minutes, Xiao Chen rushed to the location of the incident, and the eyes were occupied by a vast lava. Under the leadership of the old man of the gray robes, the people of St. Volcano tidyly attacked the last Nether Spirit.

Under the powerful offensive of the old man in the gray robe, the Nether's fire was defeated, and the people of St. Volcano were full of momentum and enthusiasm.

On a hill, Xiao Chen Bai Yi, all the front of the scene.

Looking up, Xiao Chen saw the green petals behind the Nether Spirit, a green flame in the petals, emitting endless chilling light.

"That is the Nether Flower, but the Netherfire does not seem to be really mature. The volcano of the Holy Volcano is too anxious. The mature fire that the Emperor took away was orange." The moonshadow knife said softly.

Xiao Chen is somewhat disappointed in his heart. There is no mature fire, just like the fruit of oysters. Even if it is valuable, the value will be greatly reduced.

"Let's go, there is no need to stay here."

The fire was not yet mature, and Xiao Chen lost interest in the fight. Finally, he glanced at the blooming nymph and turned to prepare to leave.

"Wait a minute, no mature fire is taken away, the phantom flowers will wither away immediately, and there will be no more Netherfire in the world. Instead of letting these people ruin, you might as well uproot the Nether Flower and temporarily preserve the fire. ""

Xiao Chen stopped and said: "There is no nourishment of yin. Even if it will be uprooted, this secluded flower will naturally wither away."

Yan Jiao smiled and said: "Nothing, you will put all of this land into the Qiankun ring. This ghost flower will probably survive for about a year. When you go to the Kunlun world, there is a special treasure storage ring. This secluded flower will continue to grow as you put it in."

"And I watched the time when the Nether Flower was mature, and it will take me many years. It is estimated that the people of St. Volcano will not know so much about the Nether Flower."

Xiao Chen’s work has always been crisp and neat, and he is very popular. If there is no value, he will leave immediately, and the value of preservation will be preserved.

The dragon screamed in the body, and a young dragon appeared in the foot of the glory. With him, he jumped over the heads of the people in an instant and fell to the side of the gloom.

boom!

The people who just defeated the last sacred fire of the Holy Volcano, saw Xiao Chen suddenly appear, all were taken aback, the expression on his face was frightened.

The old man in the gray robe looked at Xiao Chen, who was facing them, and his heart sank immediately. His eyes stared at Xiao Chen. The body was really swaying, and his clothes were dancing, so that a group of people around him could feel it. pressure.

"Who is you, why come to grab the mysterious fire of my holy volcano?"

The whole body's momentum is like a gust of wind, and it is pressed to Xiao Chen. The old man in the gray robe has a small pupil, and the killing is pervasive. The right fist is clenched and ready to be shot at any time.

Xiao Chen’s back to the crowd, under the oppressive pressure of the old man of the gray robe, was calm and whispered: “The Nether Flower is born naturally, how can it be your family’s holy volcano, I will ask you to go.”