Sure enough, the old master fell into the trap and shouted angrily: "You dare to say that I don't have Yan Xinghuo, I will release it now and burn you to death."

"You damn old man, you're so stupid." Mo Huasong was secretly proud.

Come on, I'm thinking about getting the Earth Fire and refining the threat of the Black Ghost Fire.

The black ghost fire is getting stronger and stronger. While Mo Huasong feels that the opponent is easy to use, he is also worried that if the black ghost fire is too powerful, it will be detrimental to him.

Although the black will-o'-the-wisp has no influence on him now, who knows what will happen in the future?

Only by refining this ancient and special black ghost fire can we eliminate the troubles in our heart.

Ever since the black will-o'-the-wisp entered his body that day, it has made his body his home.

When he uses the black ghost fire and uses it up, it will return to his body and he won't be able to escape even if he wants to.

"boom."

Three meters above Mo Huasong's head, there was a sudden loud noise, and then a hole was revealed.

A red light suddenly appeared, and then something like a spark shot out of the hole.

Even though it was like a red star, it was as hot as the sun. The temperature suddenly reached over 100 degrees, and the walls of the cave were so hot that they started to turn red.

And the surrounding cave walls are burning. This is how terrible the underground fire is. Even if there is no flammable material, it can burn.

It is estimated that it won't take long for the cave wall to be burned away.

If anyone was inside, they would be burned to death.

No wonder the old master of Mukong Sect is so confident. As long as he releases this spark, no matter how powerful the martial artist is, he will not be able to escape.

"Old Immortal, you Ma Bi, is this your Yan Xinghuo?" Mo Huasong cursed angrily.

However, due to the appearance of this terrible spark, the sound transmission system has been destroyed and can no longer transmit sound.

It turns out that this spark is only a part of the Yanxing Fire, maybe not even 1% of it. How can the Black Ghost Fire be refined?

When the black ghost fire in Mo Huasong's body saw this small part of the spark, it was as if it had been injected with chicken blood. It didn't allow Mo Huasong to agree at all. It ran out on its own and directly wrapped the spark.

After just a moment, the temperature in the pit returned to normal, not so hot.

And the raging fire that was burning in the cave wall just now was also absorbed by the black ghost fire.

"Damn it, this nigger fire has swallowed up all the other fires." Mo Huasong cursed in his heart.

There is an indescribable connection between the black will-o'-fire and Mo Huasong. He can now feel that the black-will's fire is more than twice as powerful as before.

"You damn old man, where are you? I'm going to beat you to death." Mo Huasong screamed angrily.

Originally, Mo Huasong wanted to wait for the Flame Star Fire to come out so that he could collect it and then use it to refine the Black Ghost Fire.

Fortunately now, not only has the black ghost fire not been refined, but it has also become twice as powerful.

I don’t know how sacred this black ghost fire is, it can swallow up other fires that are weaker than it and use it to strengthen it.

What's this? You can't steal the chicken but lose the rice.

"Get up." Mo Huasong angrily let the black ghost fire rush up.

The black ghost fire rushed upward, and the ten centimeter thick iron plate was burned away.

Mo Huasong flew up and shouted angrily: "Sword Spirit, check the situation inside the Mukong Sect."

"Master, there are cries in the building a few hundred meters to the right." Sword Spirit answered.

Mo Huasong flew there without saying a word.

In front of the building, dozens of people surrounded an old man in black clothes who was lying on the ground, crying softly.

The old man's face was like the bark of an old tree, and his body was as frail as a dying man.

"Don't cry. I couldn't survive for a few years even if I relied on the energy of Yan Xinghuo. Now I can kill that terrible person, which is pretty good." The old man said weakly: "I can't stay here anymore. If

As soon as you notice the fire coming this way, leave immediately. I can't take care of you from now on, so it's all up to you."

Mo Huasong said coldly: "They can't live without us."

These people will definitely hate him to the core, so he will not let these people leave alive.

"Yes, it's you?" When the old man heard Mo Huasong's voice, his body trembled and he immediately looked up at him. "Have you become a ghost?"

"You sister, I am a human being." Mo Huasong cursed angrily.

"Impossible, I released Yan Xinghuo just now, and you can't still be alive." The old man didn't believe it.

You must know that Yan Xinghuo is very terrifying. If something hadn't banned it, all the Mukong sect would have been burned, not to mention that he could still get energy from Yan Xinghuo, thus extending his lifespan.

Mo Huasong asked: "Your Flame Star Fire is just a tiny bit, with only one percent of the energy. Where did you get it from? Where are the other Flame Star Fires?"

"Only one percent?" Relief appeared on the old man's face. "No wonder, legend has it that earth fire is very terrifying, and it is impossible to restrain it with a magic weapon."

Suddenly, the old man shook his head and said: "Even if it is only 1%, the temperature of the fire released is at least more than a thousand degrees, which is not something you can resist."

When Mo Huasong saw that the old man didn't know about Yan Xinghuo and didn't want to talk nonsense with him, he directly used the black ghost fire to kill them all.

This black will-o'-the-wisp is indeed a good thing for killing people and mutilating corpses. In the blink of an eye, it can wipe out dozens of people without leaving any traces.

Mo Huasong took out his mobile phone from the storage ring and called the pilot, and the call was quickly connected.

"Master, the plane just landed at a safe place. Have you arrived at Mukong Pai now?" the pilot asked.

"I have destroyed the Mukong sect. Come pick me up in the open space in front of the Mukong sect. Let's go to the star gate now." Mo Huasong replied.

"What? You, you have already taken care of things?" The pilot couldn't believe his ears.

Before arriving, Pang Yishan specifically told the pilots to report to them in detail about Mo Huasong.

The pilot had just landed the plane and was about to tell Pang Yishan that Mo Huasong might be arriving at Mukong Pai soon.

I didn't expect that Mo Huasong would call now and say that the Mukong sect had been wiped out. How could this be possible?

However, no matter how doubtful the pilot was, he would not dare to disobey Mo Huasong's orders.

He immediately hung up the phone and drove the helicopter towards the Mukong faction.

Because they had already positioned themselves, the pilot quickly arrived at the open space where Mukong sent them.

The pilot looked around nervously. If he found that something was wrong, he would immediately fly the helicopter.

But in such a large open space, Mo Huasong was the only one standing there.

A strong wind blew by, carrying Mo Huasong's windbreaker, as if he were the king of the world.

Mo Huasong got on the helicopter and told the pilot: "Let's go."

"Yes, Master." The pilot hurriedly flew the helicopter.

After the helicopter reached high altitude, the pilot secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Master, are you really going to destroy the Mukong faction by yourself?"

"Well, this is just a trivial matter. Tell Pang Yishan about the situation here." After saying that, Mo Huasong closed his eyes and practiced.
Chapter completed!