The little Vulcan's blood is burning fire.

Flames burned and dripped from the body.

"Ho ho."

From the little Vulcan's mouth, a low roar sounded that was not like a human voice.

Twelve rules were entangled in the broken half of the body, preventing the injury from recovering.

If you want to recover from your injuries, you must first banish the twelve rules.

"Boom."

Behind Chen Fan, a bright sun also appeared.

The sun is bright, a golden ball of light, and the power of the sun fills the sky and the earth.

Under Chen Fan's feet, there is the mighty black sea, which is the sea of ​​yin, with the essence of lunar turbulence surging.

One up and one down, building yin and yang.

When the two qi come together, this place is like opening up the sky, erupting into the most terrifying fluctuations.

"kill."

Chen Fan took the initiative and charged forward, hoping to end the battle.

The little Vulcan's body glowed with more surging fire, and the fire dragon on his body raised its head.

Immortal glory blooms.

Especially the natural Dao pattern between the little Vulcan's eyebrows seems to be condensing the power of the stars in the sky. This scene is really too terrifying.

"boom."

This collision was like opening up the world.

The sky trembles, and the infinite divine light falls, boundlessly.

"Boom."

This collision was so terrifying.

An unimaginable storm of destruction spreads around.

The fusion of yin and yang turns into a Tai Chi diagram.

The spinning Tai Chi diagram can crush everything in sight.

"roar."

The roar of the little fire god, the roar of the real dragon.

Fire filled the sky and the earth.

The flames were so terrifying that even Yin and Yang were burned to the point of collapse.

This fire is out of this world.

"I will burn you into nothingness." The little Vulcan roared.

At this time, he had messy red hair and boundless anger on his face.

Who is he?

He is a little god of fire, a figure who is comparable to the god of fire Zhu Rong.

"Baoding, come."

The little Vulcan's momentum increased again, and a burning treasure cauldron emerged from the flames.

"Huh?"

Chen Fan was surprised: "Is there such a back-up plan?"

The battle has only come out now, and I have to say that this little Vulcan is really tolerable.

What a killer weapon.

"Bang."

The precious cauldron covers the sky and the sun, becoming infinite.

He swallowed Chen Fan directly, and even his yin and yang Qi were swallowed.

"Refining."

The little fire god activated the fire and placed it under the tripod.

As the precious medicine inside, Chen Fan wants to refine it and turn it into a pot of great medicine.

A voice came from the tripod: "I am refining myself, what do you think?"

It's Chen Fan's voice.

He could really feel the solidity of the tripod while he was in it. Not only that, but the power of fire was also rich in it.

but……

This tripod alone cannot trap oneself.

"Boom."

The next moment, the tripod vibrated.

With a roar, the tripod exploded.

"Crack."

This time, it's Thunder.

The wind and thunder gather together, and the attack power is the best in the world.

The tripod exploded, and fragments flew around, piercing the little Vulcan's body.

"Hahaha."

Chen Fan looked up to the sky and laughed.

He looked down at the shocked little Vulcan and smiled loudly: "Today, I will give you reincarnation."

"Boom."

The air of death is overwhelming.

If a big wave washes over, it will wash over the little Vulcan's body.

The death energy stripped away the little Vulcan's body and spirit.

die.

The flames were annihilated by the air of death.

"ah……"

The little Vulcan screamed.

His body and soul are being stripped away.

It hurts too much.

He felt the breath of death.

"Go away."

He is still struggling.

The flames surged into the sky, sweeping across the heavens.

But no matter how many flames there are, it's useless, they will all be completely eroded by the death energy.

"I said, you will die today." The smile on Chen Fan's face disappeared.

It turned into a cold murderous intention.

"The lives of the people of my sword city must be repaid."

He seemed to be talking to himself, watching the body of the little Vulcan constantly dying, resurrecting, dying, and resurrecting in the death air...

"Humph, they're just a few ants." Even so, the little Vulcan still refused to admit defeat.

In the fairyland, the strong are respected.

For the weak, it's good enough to be alive. Why not be killed as if they were ants?

This is recognized by the strong level.

If you encounter a strong person who wants to kill someone, sorry, whoever you meet will be unlucky.

Who will stand up for a group of ant-like characters?

"hehe."

Chen Fan sneered: "You are really tough."
To be continued...