The dim Fire Capital, Taiwu Ancient City, the ancient capital, which has a history of thousands of years, has once again set off a wave of renderings after a shocking battle between the city lord Qinghuo fighting against the seven gods.

I don’t know when it started, but the ancient city in the fantasy world roared and the roar of ancient giant beasts came. A large number of cracks appeared on the vast land, as if the terrain changed, interpreting a disaster that people had never seen before.

The sky fire fell, and the green demon fire element appeared in the miserable night sky, as if the bright and dazzling stars instantly turned into a fireball with a diameter of dozens of meters falling from the sky.

The ancient city was shaking, and all the buildings collapsed, shattered glaze, jade tiles, blue bricks, roof beams, thick wooden rafters, and towering hall pillars collapsed everywhere.

The spirit beasts raised in the city are wild and uneasy and roaring in horror; people are running around, crying and howling;

Under the collapsed houses, there were corpses everywhere, and the body and head were different. Blood and organs were turbid like a pool of blood, which instantly rushed together, forming a stream of blood that spread across the entire ancient city for tens of thousands of miles.

The earth was solemn, and the rare cold wind whimpered desolately, blowing the sound of seducing souls and seeking life like a demon god.

The city lord's mansion, the elder's mansion, the Dongcheng Commander's Hall, the Xicheng Commander's Hall, the mansions of various major forces in the city, even thousands of miles away from the Burial Corpse Stand in the south, and three hundred miles away from the north city, the Qinghuochi Pond, the underground ancient hall of the city lord's mansion, and even the Xuantian Post Road were burning with prairie fires.

After Qinghuo left, Han Wei and Han Ting's two city lords immediately became the target of public criticism. The seven gods were searching for Qinghuo everywhere and fought with the two for three thousand rounds. Han Wei and Han Ting were not old monster Qinghuo after all. After all, they were not the old monster Qinghuo. They were fought in succession by seven people, and they were so beaten that they were vomited blood and fled. Han Ting was killed by the three kings of Taiyi, and Han Wei was also seriously injured and dying.

After Cao Nan took Han Wei's surname and took the result of Han Wei's fate, he stood on the shaking land of Taiwu Ancient City, staring at the direction of the city lord.

The sky was full of blue fire, and some of the poor cultivation of the heart were invaded by the fire element and went into devilishness. Some were directly burned to ashes by the green demon fire, and some were howling in grief with the fire all over the body...

Taiwu Ancient City fell into unprecedented chaos.

At this moment, a pillar of fire surged from the city lord's mansion, and the terrifying fire energy directly penetrated the dark night into a large hole with a diameter of several meters.

Then there was the second, third, and fourth...

The pillar of fire spurted out seven rays, and the Taiwu illusion world collapsed amid the extremely tragic screams...

The seven gods stood together, looking at the seven pillars of fire that soared into the sky, with an incredible expression on their faces.

The majestic ancient city in everyone's eyes collapsed in an instant, and countless buildings turned into bubbles in their sight, and the monks who were tortured by the Green Demon Fire Element to death gradually turned into dust.

After a long time, less than ten thousand survivors were left. These ten thousand stood in horror, watching the majestic ancient city become remains, and everyone stood there.

After a while, tens of thousands of green lights passed away from the people. The source of the green light was the green fire bracelet on their wrists...

"What's going on here? What about the hand... bracelet?" A burly man in the crowd looked at his wrist in surprise, then cheered: "The bracelet is gone, we are free."

"Free. Free." After a brief silence, there was a burst of cheers. All the monks who endured humiliation and lived in silence under the oppression of the Lord of Qinghuo City were happy and encouraged.

"The ancient city has disappeared, we can leave."

"Damn, I can't stay anymore. Let's go, haha, the air here is so fresh."

"I vow that I will never step into the Taiwu site in my lifetime." An old man with white eyebrows couldn't help crying. What the old and desolate interpreted on his face were all the sufferings that had suffered for many years.

"Don't move." At this time, an angry voice sounded in the crowd. Those who stood out were the "Full Butler Wuxiang and the short monk" from the black market. The "Full Butler Wuxiang coughed lightly and said loudly: "Everyone, the old monster Qinghuo enslaved me for many years. How much hardship have we suffered? How many years have we separated from our relatives? Do you want to let it go? Now the Tiansheng Magic Formation in Taiwu Ancient City has been destroyed, which is a good opportunity for us to take revenge and hate. I suggest that we all find Qinghuo together to remove the bones and eat meat to relieve the hatred in our hearts."

"Yes." After the Butler Wuxiang said, someone immediately responded.

Another man whispered: "But Qinghuo is the middle-level god king, we are not his opponents?"

Butler Wuxiang looked into the crowd and shouted, "Everyone is a fellow disciple. I ask you, how many are casual cultivators?"

Wow, no less than a thousand people raised their hands...

"How many people are from the Eight Cities of the God Realm?"

Wow, the number of people has increased several times...

"How many relatives of their relatives died of life and dare not resist?"

Wow, this time everyone raised their hands, and the magic weapon in their hands was filled with the intention of killing...

Butler Wuxiang looked at the seven gods and said angrily: "If I read it right, there are disciples from the eight cities of the God Realm here. We are not alone. Those are Qian Xiang, the masters of the God King in Taiyi City. When they were fighting with Qinghuo, everyone saw it. Do we still need to be afraid of having them?"

The Butler Wuxiang said, without waiting for everyone to answer, and bowed sincerely to the Seven Kings, saying, "The Seven Seniors, most of them have offended them. I believe that some of them have died of persecution. I pray to the adults to eliminate the harm of the God Realm."

Everyone looked at the Seven Kings.

Sanyin, Long Ting ignored it, but he did not show anything.

Cao Meng's eyebrows were deeply locked, but Cao Nan nodded slightly. The three kings of Taiyi, Yue Daoqing, Yue Daojing, and Yue Daoling nodded one after another.

The Butler Wuxiang hugged him with gratitude and looked back at the many monks of Taiwu Ancient City who were in a turbulent relationship, shouting with hatred: "Did you see it? The seven adults are on the same front as me, what else can we be afraid of?"

"No." The monk who was the first to respond to the formless housekeeper raised a three-pointed halberd and shouted: "Kill Qinghuo and take revenge and blood hatred."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Under the incitement of the Wuxiang Steward, Taiwu Ancient City finally fell into unprecedented chaos. All the monks present were filled with righteous indignation and murderous intent.

Butler Wuxiang curled his lips and showed a faint smile. He looked serious, raised his hand and pointed at the City Lord's Mansion, and shouted: "Now Qinghuo is in the City Lord's Mansion, kill him."

"kill!"

Tens of thousands of monks have nothing to do with gods and humans. The gods rushed towards the city lord's mansion like a huge tsunami of hundreds of feet high.

The Seven God Kings followed, and it was not until everyone left that Butler Wuxiang winked at the short monk. The boy smiled softly and picked up the jade slip to send the message.

"Boss, after the business is done, you can see our army by running south."

...

In the Xuantian Post Road, the energy of heaven and earth is extremely dry. At this moment, the Xuantian Post Road has collapsed and the three heavens have become useless under the overlapping peaks.

Lu Lin, Zuo Qinghan, Ju He led Jin Xiu into the room and came to Lu Chen's side.

At this time, Lu Chen had long become a fire man, but he was not dead yet, and he was even alive.

Holding the remains of the Great Lord in one hand, Lu Chen staggered and almost fell to the ground after two steps. Seeing Zuo Qinghan felt distressed. He took two steps and was about to go over to help him, but Lu Chen reached out to block him.

"Han'er, don't come here first."

Everyone was puzzled and panicked, thinking that Lu Chen had been stolen by the Qing Demon Fire Yuan and had lost his surname.

Lu Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Don't panic, I can't die for the time being, cough, cough..." He coughed and choked out two mouthfuls of blue and black smoke.

He said, "But it's not much better. Now the breath is in chaos. I don't want to hurt you."

The Gonghuo pattern and the Black Evil Heart Fire were like a dragon and a tiger in Lu Chen's body, with dragons and tigers lying, and they were not allowed to give in. His appearance seemed relaxed, but in fact, the two fires in his body were very fierce. If the Black Evil Heart Fire had not protected the heart meridians and major meridians at the first time, Lu Chen would not even have the strength to speak.

Everyone suddenly realized that Zuo Qinghan wiped her tears and cried, but Lu Lin looked at her father with shock and never recovered for a long time.

In fact, no wonder, the Gonghuo pattern will die when touched. How about the lower god king? Isn’t Xinge also held it in his hand and was blown into a ball of minced meat by the Gonghuo pattern before it was heated? Han Wei needed the Dazun hand bone to get the Gonghuo pattern. The old monster Qinghuo dared not carry it on his body from time to time. He also created an ancient temple to store the Gonghuo pattern. This shows that the Gonghuo pattern cannot be refined by anyone.

On the contrary, Lu Chen swallowed the fire pattern in a hurry. Not only did he not die, he still lived quite... Yes, this was impossible in Lu Lin's heart. Therefore, Lu Lin's view of his father changed greatly. From the beginning, he was stunned and shocked now, the difference between the front and back was like a world of difference.

Lu Chen raised his eyes and swept Lu Lin's shocked handsome face, subconsciously thrust his chest, allowing the two god fires to confront each other in his body, and still couldn't hide his complacent expression: "Damn, I'm old and finally proud in front of my son."

As a father, he never wants his son to underestimate him, and Lu Chen is the same. At least he is in a very good mood now.

After being proud, Lu Chen's expression retracted and looked at the three heavenly spaces that were gradually collapsed around him. The three spaces were overlapped and divided, and frowned.

At this moment, Zong Fan saw Lu Chen holding the remains of the Great Lord in his hand, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. He shook his two moves to retreat and ran backwards.

"It's done?"

Lu Chen nodded.

"Good boy." Zong Fan couldn't help but praise and said seriously: "The space here is unstable, and we still need to leave as soon as possible. Now the formation has been destroyed. Taiwu Ancient City is no longer an illusion world. I'm afraid there is a mess outside, so we just left in the chaos."

Lu Lin woke up and said happily: "I have ordered Wuxiang to provoke civil strife in the city. Now nearly 10,000 monks have come here to kill them. Dad, mother, we can leave."

"Let's go." Lu Chen now happened to find a place to rest and suppress the fire pattern of the workers. After hearing this, he called out Wushayun.

Just as the few people were about to leave, Qinghuo rushes to chase after him. Under the green robe, there was a huge human-shaped skull in his hand, which was the head of the Great Lord.
Chapter completed!