The fire raised the volume and said "Oh".

A sword intent rose from the soles of his feet, followed by the second and third strands, countless sword intents, hooked up like cages, locking him in it, hanging without emitting, and strands like swimming fish.

The fire hugged his hands and sighed: "Formation."

Ning Yi added politely: "Sword Qi Formation."

He nodded at the fire that knew Ning Yi very well and said with a smile: "I know. The Little Zhuxian Formation."

After the Fire Demon Lord directly reported the name of the formation, Ning Yi's eyes inevitably became gloomy. The killing power of this sword formation was extremely strong. He and Pei Lingsu could cross a great realm to fight the enemy. He has always been like this... and facing such a calm opponent of the "Little Zhuxian Formation", the fire in Liulishan was the first one he encountered.

The fire said quietly: "I have something, too, I want to ask you to take a look."

Pei Lingsu frowned.

A ominous premonition suddenly appeared in Ning Yi's heart.

Fire raises your arms.

"Boom--"

Thunder sounded in the sky.

The black clouds were gloomy, but there was no lightning. There was only a vast sea of ​​fire that was sweeping and spitting out, and the huge and weird face.

The strange face, half of the sad cheeks, slowly twisted, revealing a joyful smile.

When the two smiles face each other, the dome sounded heavy breathing.

The dark ancient gate that has been brewing for a long time.
Chapter completed!