"Crackling..."

A large number of leaves lost all their moisture and began to burn.

Branches are burning, leaves are burning.

Everything around started to burn.

"ah……"

A shrill scream rang out from the flames.

A large number of branches are twisted and burning, and wherever the flames pass, they burn whatever they see.

"Follow me!"

Mo Qi shouted loudly.

His true energy was transformed into flames in large quantities. Every time he danced the sky flame flag, a large amount of flames spewed in all directions.

Every time this wave is used, Mo Qi's true energy consumes one percent.

Various sounds kept coming from the forest.

Two huge forests came alive at this moment.

Thick smoke rolled up and condensed in the sky without dissipating.

The shrill and cold ghost wind blew, as if they wanted to blow out the flames.

But the temperature of the flame is too high, and the blew of the ghost wind will only encourage the fire of the flame.

Lin Daoyuan, who was in a state of surprise, looked at the young junior brother who suddenly felt a little distorted at this moment, and was shocked and quickly pinched the magic seal.

A gust of wind blew up suddenly.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire leverages the power of the wind!

The flames burned even more violently.

One of them set fire and the other blew the fire, and rushed forward against the countless twisting branches.

Screams came one after another, and Mo Qi couldn't see them, or he didn't dare to look at them at all. Is there anything good to look at? Didn't you hear the elder brother say it?

They are all ghosts!

The air became distorted under the burning of the flames.

The crimson flames spread desperately towards the surroundings under the storm of the wind.

A large number of branches and trunks were burning and crackling.

Mo Qi kept waving the sky flame flag, and the true essence disappeared like flowing water.

Mo Qi didn't dare to be careless and took two four-transfer-level Puyuan Pills. His pale face, which was originally pale and without a trace of blood, seemed to be hit by the powerful medicinal power and appeared a rosy look.

After Mo Qi's waving one-tenth of his true energy, he directly recovered to fullness.

The fire was burning, and the crimson flames rolled up black smoke. Under the wind, there was a sign of rushing towards the forest.

Mo Qi led Lin Daoyuan to continue moving forward, and the flames kept burning.

In the woods, ghosts emitting a strong aura of resentment were speechless when they looked at the scene of the fire burning the sky.

This... this guy who is not angry all over but looks like a cultivator is crazy, right?

Such a strong flame is so swung like a life-threatening one, how many more times can he swing?
Chapter completed!