"Dad! I want him to die, I must die!" Bazaar growled violently, his red skin emitted terrifying heat, and the smell of burnt came from the air.

Badan had no expression on his face, "Don't worry, my father has ordered someone to check his background. If he didn't have the confidence to peel off my father and son, he would be dead."

“When will there be a result?”

"It's almost done."

At this moment, a monk from the Flame tribe came quickly, "Class leader, the result has been found."

Badan reached out to take it, spread out the animal skin and glanced at it, then grinned, "Monkey of the Wild Small Branch, OK, very good!"

Bazaar turned over and didn't care about his physical pain, "Dad, I want to tear him apart with my own hands!"

"Don't worry, my dad will make you as you wish."

...

As he knocked on the door, Mo Yu opened his eyes and opened the door with his sleeves.

Shuigu saluted respectfully, "Guest, the hunting period has come."

Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and he stood up and went straight to the outsider.

"guest……"

Mo Yu paused under his feet.

Water bone bit his lip, "I wish you all the best and a safe return."

"Thanks."

Mo Yu stepped out of the courtyard and disappeared from her sight, with a calm face.

Everything is illusory. When the hunting is over, this ancient world will disappear, so he will naturally not waste his energy on the many trivialities.

The ultimate goal is the Kuiniu that is about to be born!

...

The huge square, the ground was flattened by powerful forces, and it was as smooth as a mirror.

Huge torches stood on the ground, with flames emitting terrible high temperatures.

On the high platform, four priests wearing various feather coats were dancing ancient dance steps, chanting and muttering words, and strange fluctuations emanating from him.

All the people who worshipped the Irora tribe were worshipped under the high platform, and their solemn faces showed deep awe.

Suddenly, the four priests stopped at the same time and opened their hands to the sky, "Great Totem, please come to your great power and help the Zoropause!"

boom--

All the flames burning in torches suddenly surged and turned into pillars of fire, and a figure of flame appeared in it.

Without any action, the vast and boundless oppressive aura came in an instant, like a mist and a prison, making people tremble.

The breath of the Lord of the First Peak completely disappeared at this moment, and even though he knew that he was hiding in his body, he could not notice it at all.

Mo Yu felt awe-inspiring!

It is worthy of being the most totem of the worship of the Fire, and this is definitely the power that belongs to the peak of the Creation Realm.

In the Dantian Sea, ten dark stars lit up, and a faint light shone, blocking everything.

He lowered his head, and showed deep awe like the monks outside around him.

Buzz —

A wave suddenly erupted from the body of the totem of the pyrophe, instantly sweeping across all the monks.

Mo Yu's body suddenly froze because he noticed that the fluctuation had a momentary pause when it passed by him.

Extremely short, but this is by no means an illusion!

Discovered?

Although there was a flaw in some unknown place, Mo Yu's eyes suddenly became cold, and the silent power in his body slowly rotated, and it would explode immediately if it was wrong!

"Give me, you are the power of fire!"

Most of the monks who worshipped the Fire and hunted were all involved in the hunting, and a phantom of flame appeared on their eyebrows, and the light was flashing as if burning.

As for the people who came from outside, they were also a ball of flame, but they were just a simple bright red color without the flow of charm.

Swish-

The totem disappeared.

Mo Yu raised his hand and touched the flames between his eyebrows. His face was gloomy and clear. Didn’t he be discovered? How should I explain the brief pause before?

Before he could think too much, the leader of the Irotto tribe waved his arm and shattered in the earthquake. A giant beast shaped like a red carapace on the surface of a centipede broke out of the ground, holding him into the air, and roared to the sky.

"Set off!"

The deep drink was like thunder, rolling and echoing in the air.

The centipede beast flew straight into the air with a handful of tails, followed by hundreds of monks from most of the Irrigation worshippers.

In an instant, the sky turned red, like an endless sea of ​​fire!

The evil spirits are surging and intimidating all directions!

call out--

call out--

An external monk soared into the sky, and his expression was so excited.

They naturally have some wishes when they venture to join the hunting team of most of Zoroastrians. If they are lucky enough to escape, they will definitely gain great results!

Of course, there will be many people who die in the mountains, but no one cares. If you don’t even dare to take this risk, how can you gain a foothold in the Great Wilderness!

Mo Yuyin was among the crowd, his mind was still tense and he didn't relax much. He always felt that things would not be so simple. He had clearly noticed that it was inappropriate to the totems of most of the people.

But the facts proved that perhaps Mo Yu was really thinking too much, and nothing happened until the hunting team entered the mountain range.

"Everyone is prohibited from flying, all fall to the ground!" Most of the prayers of the Irrigation made the monks shout coldly, and their voices resounded throughout the mountains and forests.

Before this, the leader of the Irotto tribe had already landed first. His mount roared lowly, and his powerful aura made the ancient beasts living here retreat one after another.

"Staying for a while, I officially set off after half an hour. Everyone has no orders and are not allowed to leave the team privately!"

Mo Yu sat cross-legged. The flight of this journey would not consume much power. Most of the people who worshipped Zoroas so cautiously showed that the terribleness of these millions of miles of mountains was even more obvious.

Standing cross-legged on a big rock, Mo Yu closed his eyes and was about to regurgate his breathing, a bright red flame suddenly came from the bright red flame between his eyebrows.

"Master, congratulations on your return." A respectful voice rang out directly in my heart.

Mo Yu forced himself to suppress the impulse to burst into cultivation, but his face became extremely ugly. He said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

In fact, at this moment, he knew very well that the master of this voice was the totem of the most worshipped souls!

Most of the totems of worship of the Fire Pastor paused, and then he heard with doubt, "Has the master lost his memory? I am Yanhuo, your most loyal servant."

Mo Yu's thoughts quickly turned, "I don't remember, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"No! The master's bloodline is the master of flames, and there is only one in the world... Could it be that the master's injury has not been fully recovered, so it will cause memory loss? Yes, it must be like this." Yanhuo found an explanation for himself, and his voice became a little more worried, "No wonder the master's strength is so weak now, and he may even be possessed by evil demons."

His voice suddenly became cold, "Master, don't worry, the fire is here, and you will never let anyone hurt you!"

boom--

A terrifying temperature suddenly appeared in Mo Yu's body, but strangely, the high temperature did not cause any harm to him.

A trace of doubt in Yanhuo's heart completely disappeared because only the owner's blood can be immune to the high temperature damage it releases!

Immediately, a roar of shock and anger came, "Boy Yumo, please stop, I will be battered!"

The Lord of the First Peak came out from somewhere, desperately urging his cultivation to resist the invasion of high temperature.

Mo Yu was shocked and said in a deep voice: "Stop!"

Swish-

The terrifying high temperature was instantly recovered.

The fire respectfully sounded, "Yes, Master."

Swish-

In the consciousness space, the figure of the Lord of the First Peak appeared, his robes were tattered and his hair was burnt, and his face was extremely ugly.

Opposite him was a figure covering the flames, and a terrifying aura was stirred up around him.

Mo Yu's figure appeared, and for a short time, he had already guessed in his mind that most of the totems of the worship of the Fire should have mistakenly recognized him as the God of Fire. Only in this way can the explanation be understood.

Before he could think too much, he pondered for a moment and said, "Yanhuo, this is my friend and he has no intention of harming me."

"Master remembers me?"

"No...just feel familiar."

Yanhuo nodded and said for granted: "I have followed my master for millions of years. Even if I temporarily lose my memory, it is normal for you to feel familiar."

He paused and said solemnly: "This time the master entered the mountain for the sake of the spiritual fetus of heaven and earth."
To be continued...