The fire clouds above Dongzhou City are slowly falling, and the city-mopping formation makes a creaking sound and is about to collapse.

Once the flames of the immortal burning furnace pour out, the monks present will be wiped out, and the billions of mortals in the city will be ashes in an instant.

Perhaps only those powerful Nascent Soul who have the best defensive magic weapon have a chance to escape.

If you want to die, the current situation is only for joining hands.

So the Long Family, Thunder Cloud Palace, Lingyu Tower, and Qianyun Sect decided to join forces to fight the enemy and unanimously fight against the outside world to wipe out the Western Saint and prevent the arrival of the sky fire.

In a crisis, once a consensus is reached, someone will take action immediately.

The old sect leader of Qingteng Sect, Yu Tengfeng and the great elder Mu Cheng, came out with their swords and headed straight for the Western Saint, but were blocked by the two deputy sect leaders of Tianfeng Sect, Wang Dongzhang Chaoying, looking westward.

The second master and the third master of the Long family flew up one after another and met the leader of the Divine Tiger Sect, Banhu and the guardian Fenghu.

On the side of the Thunder Cloud Palace, the hall owner Jiang Dachuan drove the Black Wind Dog and was blocked by Baili Qiu from Tianlang Sect and Chu Yanhong from Gan Bing Sect.

There are five Yuanying in Lingyu Tower, and Yan Hongshan takes action and meets Chen Tianluo.

Wen Yushan joined forces with other Nascent Soul cultivators to fight with the Nascent Soul masters of the Western Temple.

The Dan King Long Yelan mobilized countless magic weapons to continuously bombard the clouds, testing the weaknesses of the Fire Cloud.

As long as you find your weakness, you will have a chance to break through the cover of the immortal burning furnace.

Long Wuye pulled off the imperial robe and a heavy bronze armor appeared. The emperor personally attacked Zhang Baihai, and was forced to retreat again and again by the terrifying flames like magma.

There are as many as fifty or sixty Nascent Soul masters who join forces. So many Nascent Soul masters are a force that can destroy the world anywhere. After joining forces, they can be said to be invincible.

But there are also many Nascent Soul masters on the Xisheng side, with nearly twenty of them. These Nascent Soul powerhouses can even withstand the fierce attack from the Dragon Family Alliance with all their strength.

People were puzzled about this situation where there were more and fewer battles, but they were almost tied.

Most people attribute the power of the Western Saint to the ability of the spiritual treasure immortal burning furnace, which actually has an important reason.

That is to be the genius in the Nascent Soul realm, and there are very few Nascent Souls on the Western Saint's side, and it can be said that there are not many.

Except for Chen Tianluo, even if someone under Xi Sheng took the stage, he would still give him a record. No one tried his best. Instead, the other Nascent Souls who took the stage suffered a serious injury to their vitality.

Once the battle of the Nascent Soul begins, it is doomed to end well.

The monks under the golden elixir retreated one after another. These foundation-building and qi-refining cultivators were useless to the battle situation. They could only wait to be affected to death when they were close.

The remaining Jindan monks gathered around their respective forces, looking for opportunities to help the powerful Nascent Soul against the enemy, but their uses are limited. In this chaotic battlefield, Jindan seems extremely small.

As for the mortals and common people in the city, they could only watch the fierce battle figures under the fire clouds, and their eyes were waiting dumbfounded.

Their life and death no longer belong to them, but are in the hands of those strong people.

Many people can't believe that they are on the verge of life and death.

The reason why people refuse to believe in reality is that ordinary people have never experienced the natural disaster of the Heavenly Fire Burning City. Of course, some powerful monks refuse to believe in their unlucky luck.

"No..."

Fan Dao had a bitter face, raised his head, staring straight at the flames in the sky. He lowered his head numbly and slowly looked at Chang Sheng in front of him, and said sadly: "Why can you drag me into the water every time I watch the fun? Didn't I just eat a hundred-shou pill? At worst, can I spit it out? "

Fan Dao was already in tears.

He found that once he met Chang Sheng, he seemed to have never had good luck and was extremely unlucky.

From sending the remains to Qianyun Sect, this Dao Master embarked on a bad journey and was trapped by Chang Sheng to struggle underground for several years.

Finally crawled out of the ground, but encountered Chang Sheng, who escaped, so the two evil spirits with foundation-building cultivation were walking on thin ice in the north of the ridge, and were almost killed by the dragon blood cloud.

But he escaped from the crisis and finally untied the seal. He just planned to loot Yaowangzhai, but met Chang Sheng again. He combined swords and killed Yaowang, but was chased by the Nascent Soul of the Tianfeng Sect.

Now that Fan Dao finally broke through the Nascent Soul Realm and became a strong man of a generation. He thought that no matter how Chang Hetian cheated him, could he still cheated him to death?

As a result, Master Dao still guessed wrongly, and he underestimated his bad luck.

Even if he became the Nascent Soul, the top strong man in the world could still be killed by spiritual treasures. Under the sky fire, the Dao Master, who even the demon sword was taken away by someone, was probably the first Nascent Soul to be burned to death.

"When did I drag you into the water?" Chang Sheng said inexplicably, "We are two evil spirits, how can I cheat you? Master Dao."

"You didn't cheat me..." Fan Dao glanced at Huo Yun who was getting lower and lower, and sighed: "You are cheating me to death!"

Due to fate, Fan Dao was powerless. Who made him unlucky? He should leave immediately after watching the excitement, and perhaps he could escape from the sky fire.

"I will help you take back the Nine Infants, we will join forces to kill the Western Saint." Chang Sheng said in a deep voice, and a light on the iron sword suddenly rose.

"How many more times can I use the Sword of the Eternal Life? If you want to break the Spirit Treasure, you must use the power of the Spirit Treasure, otherwise there will be no chance." Fan Dao's eyes lit up when he saw the Sword of the Eternal Life Treasure rise.

“At most once…”

Chang Sheng's answer made Fan Dao stun his tongue.

"Once, it's too few. You can't shoot your sword easily. You have to work with one blow, otherwise we will all die."

Fan Dao pinched out an obscure magic trick while speaking and said, "I have a way to entangle Zhang Baihai. You see the opportunity to draw the sword. Let's join forces to send him the Western Saint back to the West!"

Chang Sheng nodded and began to gather sword energy to communicate with spiritual treasures.

The Sword of Eternal Life, which had taken off its stone coat, was very different from before. It was completely at the level of spiritual treasures and could hardly be activated with the power of the Nascent Soul.

Chang Sheng used the full strength of the flawless Yuanying, coupled with the endless elixir of the pharmacy space, and with the help of having communicated with this spiritual treasure before, he could barely cut out a sword.

But after one sword, the power of the Changsheng will be exhausted and the sword of immortality will no longer be used.

The Western Saint sat cross-legged in the air, with flames lingering around.

Faced with the fierce attack of the great emperor, Zhang Baihai did not hurry or slow down and blocked all the attacks.

He was already on the same level as the Great Emperor, and now he has the power of a spiritual treasure, so it is easy to resist Long Wuye.

Another figure appeared, and the old man Long Zhetian took action and joined forces with Long Wuye to attack the Western Saint.

With Long Zhetian, Xi Sheng's response was still easy. As the fire clouds got lower and lower, the top of the formation roared and collapsed, and the flames in the air poured over like evil waves.

It was like a hole in the sky and the fire was pouring down!

The flames that fall to the ground will burn everything, and will not be extinguished, and will always burn.

The Spirit Treasure Immortal Burning Furnace has an immortal flame, and the fire can burn for thousands of years without extinguishing.

The flames rose and the Nascent Soul fought fiercely. The scene was once in chaos and crises were everywhere.

"Those who join my temple can survive, otherwise there will be a dead end!" The Western Saint blocked Long Wuye's sword light and shouted loudly to the surroundings.

There is not much time left for the monks in the world.

If you do not surrender, you will be burned to death.

Xisheng chose the best time.

Dongzhou Ring gathered cultivators from all over the world. Once all these cultivators who came to Dongzhou Ring were killed, there would be no Yuanying in the four continents and one island, and there would not even be many golden elixirs.
Chapter completed!