The sound was crisp, like a morning bell in the deepest part of the immortal burning furnace.

As the bell rings, a tall old man comes slowly.

The old man's steps were very slow, but it gave people an amazing sense of oppression, and his body rolled lava, like a golden armored god.

The moment the old man appeared, the magma around him became boiling, and the scorching aura became stronger and stronger.

Before, some low-level monks survived under the protection of the powerful Nascent Soul. After the old man appeared, thousands of low-level monks were burned into dry bones.

The Hundred Crow Ship made a creaking sound, and even the best magic weapon could not support it under the heat wave.

The painting on the top of Fuyao Peak is swaying wildly, and more and more lava falls, and the surroundings of the peak have already turned into an endless sea of ​​fire.

"A breath stronger than Dong Sheng, is that the old man the real weapon spirit of the Immortal Burning Furnace?"

Fan Dao retreated and was surprised. He and Chang Sheng had just taken action to kill a Nascent Soul from the Western Temple. At this time, his vitality was severely damaged and he needed to recover.

If you grin and hold on, you will not let the scroll above your head scatter, and you will be speechless at this time.

Many people have gathered on Fuyao Peak.

Qi Weishui Shangguan Rouwen Yushan and others had already retreated from the deck to Fuyao Peak. The entire Crow Ship was burning. In the entire Immortal Burning Furnace, only Fuyao Peak was still safe at this time.

"The spirit of the instrument mobilizes the true power of the spiritual treasure. Now Zhang Baihai can still control the immortal burning furnace, which means the spirit of the instrument is still there. The flame warrior we killed before is only one of the spirits, not the main soul." Wen Yushan's hair was burned, and he said in a deep voice with his head bare at this time.

"The Western Saint is so hiding deep that he has only now re-ignited the main soul of the Immortal Burning Furnace. This is to kill everyone in one fell swoop." Xu Wenjin said in fear.

Brother Qiao San grinned and cried, "Even the Nascent Soul has died in battle. We are afraid that we will die. This spiritual treasure cannot be broken at all!"

"If you can't break it, you have to break it!" Jiang Dachuan slapped Brother Qiao San aside, and said in a loud voice: "How many Yuanying is alive! Let's join forces to break the Immortal Burning Furnace!"

"As long as the Snow King takes action, Lingyu Tower will definitely follow each other!" Yan Hongshan's voice came from one side, accompanied by the loud wind, and the strange beast Dafeng was flapping its wings with all its might, barely resisting the sky fire with the power of the great demon.

"Our Long family still has living people! It is said that the general who died in battle is wrapped in a corpse. If the emperor died in battle, it would be great if he was buried in the fire, haha!" Long Wuye's voice was still heroic, and the emperor's will remain unabashed.

"Join a fight! Break the spiritual treasure! Otherwise there will be no way to survive!"

"When I leave my Nascent Soul, I will definitely shake his immortal burning furnace!"

"I don't want the best magic weapon! I don't believe that our four continents of Nascent Souls can't beat him, a Western Saint!"

A series of roars rang around, and the remaining Nascent Souls used all their strength to prepare for the final blow.

Chang Sheng stood at the top of the peak, holding a sword in one hand.

He didn't say anything, but was waiting for the last moment, his eyes could see another figure who was also silent through the sea of ​​fire.

Master Yan Yu stood above Dafeng's head, looking embarrassed, and was bleeding constantly along the sword-holding hand.

Feeling the eyes coming, she turned her head, the blood on the corner of her mouth was shocking, but the expression on her face was always calm.

When she saw Chang Sheng on the other side of the sea of ​​fire, her calm face changed for a moment, and a smile appeared on her bloody face, like a flower blooming in the sea of ​​fire, fleeting in a flash.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

The more intense magma fell from the sky, like a river of sky flowing back, blocking the two of them's sight.

The old man who came from the sea of ​​fire was raising his hands and controlling the magma to burn the Nascent Soul everywhere.

Behind the old man, Xi Sheng's gaze became much gloomy.

Zhang Baihai used his last killing move, which showed that he planned not to leave any more survivors because he could not delay too long.

The Dragon God Cannon is still in the hands of the Long family and can be used for a long time. Once the prince transforms into a spiritual treasure again, the power of the Dragon God Cannon can break the immortal burning furnace.

At that time, these Nascent Souls will escape and it will be difficult to get them all together.

For today's Xi Sheng, the more Nascent Souls are alive, the greater the consequences he will suffer, so the best way is to take the opportunity to get rid of Nascent Souls in the world.

"No one left..." Xi Sheng ordered in a deep voice, but the old man's movement paused.

Turning back, the old man made of lava looked at the Western Saint.

At this glance, Xi Sheng's heart suddenly jumped.

He will never forget those familiar gazes. Even if the other party has become a soul, it is still a fear deep in his heart.

The old man slowly turned his head and raised his arms again. This time the stronger magma began to surge.

"Do it!"

Jiang Dachuan shouted and rushed out first, and the sword light rushed towards the old man like a sea of ​​storm.

Chang Sheng followed closely and slashed out the Sword of Eternal Life. Although he could not exert the power of the spiritual treasure, he still had the power of the best magic weapon after slashing out.

Fan Dao gritted his teeth and activated the knife formation and attacked him at all costs.

Long Yelan sacrificed her top-quality magic weapon, the alchemy tripod. The alchemy tripod exploded directly after attacking the old man. The tens of thousands of spirit pills and the top-quality magic weapon inside exploded at the same time, with its power shocking, and a tornado-like air wave was exploded on the spot.

The emperor's sword was still sharp, as if it could break through the world, containing Long Wuye's understanding of swordsmanship in this life.

All the Nascent Souls of the Long family are working their full strength and displaying their unique skills throughout their lives.

Yan Hongshan made a snatching action with his hands, and his palms were facing the strange beast, and a whirlwind appeared in his hands. The owner of Lingyu Tower drew the power of the strong wind and used it to display the power of the peak of the Nascent Soul. A strong wind swept away, and the magma wherever he passed was swept up.

Everyone present sent a life-threatening blow, with only one target, the old man condensed by magma.

When the full strength of dozens of Nascent Souls bombarded the old man cast by magma, the dull roar rolled away.

The earth was trembling, and the sea of ​​fire splashed around. The upside-down burning furnace was shaken, making a buzzing echo, and the furnace body was turbulent.

It was like the heavens were spinning, and the immortal burning furnace seemed to be about to be opened.

Just when people thought they were about to get out of trouble, a magma old man burst into light!

The rays of rays are magma, densely packed with ring shapes, as if the sun was coming.

The strongest killing moves of various Nascent Souls were eliminated by this sun-like magma ring. In the center of the magma, the old man's figure burst out with a terrible aura that surpassed the Nascent Soul.

"Ten thousand flames burn the immortals, the power of transforming into gods..."

Long Zhetian's beard and eyebrows were trembling. He stared at the old man with magma and said in a sequel: "He is the old saint king, Xiong Detian!"

The Tianling Temple was built by the Old Saint King. Xiong Detian was the only powerful god-transforming power in the world after the Five Monarchs' Ages, but for some reason disappeared after breaking through the God-transforming Power. The Tianling Temple was then divided into the East Temple and the West Temple by the Old Saint King's two disciples, and they fought endlessly all year round.

Now that the old holy king appears, he has become the spirit of the Immortal Burning Furnace. No one expected that the powerful god-transforming master of that year would fall into such a field.

What no one expected was that the hope of escape that should have appeared completely disappeared under the figure of the old sage king.

With the roar, the immortal burning furnace gradually stabilized, and the scorching magma gathered from all directions.
Chapter completed!