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Chapter 456 Bad Luck Continues (Part [-])
"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and several yellow earth walls were smashed to pieces.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changhao crushed the only Fire Escape Talisman left on his body, and it turned into little flames and disappeared.

The next moment, a flame suddenly lit up on a certain desolate plain, and the flame dissipated, revealing the figure of Wang Changhao.

Before Wang Changhao had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he glanced at the surrounding environment and scolded his mother angrily.

Around him, two groups of people were fighting. Judging from their attire, they were disciples of Fenghuo Sect and Hundred Beasts Sect.

Three men and two women, three from the Fenghuo Sect, two from the Hundred Beasts Sect, and Su Yihang was also inside.

There were several corpses lying on the nearby ground, some were charred black, some had only hands and feet left, and there were dozens of steaming pits on the ground.

In the sky, a giant red bird with two feet spread out its wings was fighting fiercely with a thick silver python, the air waves rolled and the roar continued.

Several gleaming magical instruments collided at high altitude, making a "clang clang" sound of metal colliding.

Three disciples of the Fenghuo Sect, two men and one woman, the highest cultivation level is a red-shirted youth in his 20s, with a huge waist and round body, a stout figure, and an eight-story foundation.

The young man in red shirt was proficient in fire spells, and he kept making talismans with his hands. Huge fireballs appeared behind him and smashed towards the two disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect.

Su Yihang's Fa Jue pinched endlessly, and a large silver arc flowed on the surface of his body, turning into thick silver lightning bolts, hitting the oncoming giant fireball.

The roar of "rumbling" continued, and the red flames and silver lightning intersected equally.

Relying on a sharp thunder spell, the two of Su Yihang and the three disciples of the Fenghuo sect were in a close fight.

The appearance of Wang Changhao broke this delicate balance.

Su Yihang almost killed Wang Changhao. Wang Changhao had been recuperating for seven years, and his injuries hadn't fully healed yet. He hated Su Yihang in his heart.

Su Yihang was at a disadvantage, so naturally Wang Changhao would not miss this opportunity to beat the dog in the water.

Without further ado, he took out a gleaming red talisman and threw it towards Su Yihang.

As soon as the talisman left his hand, it shattered immediately, turning into hundreds of fist-sized red fireballs, and smashed towards Su Yihang with a whistling sound.

The second-order medium-grade talisman seal meteor fire rain talisman.

When Wang Changhao suddenly appeared, the disciples of the Fenghuo Sect were taken aback. Seeing that Wang Changhao took the initiative to attack Su Yihang, they felt relieved.

The two of them, Su Yihang, had no time to clone themselves, and were busy dealing with the three of Fenghuozong.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and hundreds of red fireballs submerged Su Yihang and the two figures.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the red-shirted youth's Fa Jue changed, and the void around him twisted and deformed, and clusters of red flames appeared, turning into red rockets, numbering hundreds of them.

"Arrow rain!"

With the sound of the red shirt youth falling, hundreds of red rockets shot towards the opposite side one after another.

There was a loud roar, and the flames rose.

The next moment, a dazzling silver light lit up in the sea of ​​red flames, and the flames flickered and extinguished.

Su Yihang's body was covered with a thick silver mask, and a light silver talisman was suspended in front of him. The surface of the silver talisman was covered with mysterious runes the size of rice grains. Each rune was like a living thing, flashing keep moving.

Several magical instruments hit the silver mask, but there was a muffled sound.

"Body protection talisman! Damn it."

The red shirt youth's complexion changed, he cursed, sat down cross-legged, and took out a talisman with erratic red light, on the surface of the talisman was a lifelike little red snake.

As soon as this talisman appeared, the temperature in a radius of tens of feet suddenly rose.

"True treasure! Not good, Senior Brother Su, what he is holding in his hand is a real treasure."

The disciple of Hundred Beasts Sect's expression changed drastically, and he said in a broken voice.

A look of astonishment flashed across Wang Changhao's eyes. The real treasure is also a talisman, but it is very different from the talisman. The talisman can be used many times, while the real treasure is a one-time item. Only the descendants of the real treasure refiner can use it. Using it, the power of the real treasure is several times that of the talisman treasure, but it is more troublesome to activate the real treasure.

Two disciples of the Fenghuo Sect protect the young man in red. As long as the young man in red shirt activates the real treasure, Su Yihang and Su Yihang will surely die.

Su Yihang frowned, pinched Fa Jue, and there was a huge roar from high above. A group of dark clouds appeared in the sky above the three Fenghuo disciples out of thin air, and the size of the dark clouds rapidly increased.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and an incomparably thick silver lightning flew out from the dark clouds, turning into a large piece of silver lightning that enveloped the figures of the three Fenghuo Sect disciples.

The two couldn't breathe, the silver thunder light dissipated, and the three disciples of the Fenghuo sect were intact. One of the disciples of the Fenghuo sect held a gleaming silver talisman in his hand, and there was a silver arc flashing on his body.

"Lightning talisman!"

Su Yihang's face became ugly, and at this moment, three extremely thick beams of light shot out and hit Su Yihang's body shield, and there were several sounds of rain hitting plantains.

"Junior Brother Li, protect me!"

Su Yihang gave an order, and took out a broken blade with erratic silver light. The majestic mana was poured into the broken blade continuously, and countless runes lit up on the broken blade, vaguely forming a restriction, emitting an astonishing aura.

Wang Changhao made a pinch, and the mouths of the three ape puppets lit up with aura, and each sprayed out a beam of light that was as thick as a bowl, hitting Su Yihang and the other two.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and under Wang Changhao's crazy attack, the blue mask covering Su Yihang and the two shattered.

Several pieces of magic tools sparkling with spiritual light came, and with a scream, the disciple of Hundred Beasts Sect fell into a pool of blood, and Su Yihang sat cross-legged on the ground, with a silver mask covering his body.

The silver mask is very strong, and it is still intact despite the attacks of the three foundation-building monks.

Wang Changhao glanced at the young man in red shirt, a red boa constrictor was about to come out of the real treasure.

Wang Changhao didn't dare to stay longer, he sacrificed a gleaming green bead, hit Su Yihang, put away the puppet beast, released the blue-scaled horse, turned on the horse, and ran towards the distance.

The disciples of the Fenghuo Sect did not stop him either, and attacked Su Yihang with all their strength.

Under their frantic attacks, the aura of the silver mask dimmed, looming.

A green ball flew over and burst suddenly, and countless black iron nails shot out from it.

"Crack!"

The silver mask shattered, the silver talisman burned automatically and turned into ashes, and some black iron nails flew out.

Su Yihang blocked his face with both hands, and was hit by several black iron nails on his arm, the casting of the spell was interrupted, and the broken blade recovered as before.

At this time, the red-shirted youth had already activated the real treasure, a red fire python more than ten feet long, which rushed towards Su Yihang with an astonishingly high temperature.

Where the red fire python passed by, the weeds on the ground quickly withered and spontaneously ignited.

Su Yihang cursed Wang Changhao in his heart, took out a silver talisman, and threw it forward with a look of reluctance.

With a flash of silver light, the silver talisman turned into a lifelike silver dragon, its body surface filled with a large number of silver arcs.

The third-order low-grade talisman, the Leijiao talisman, the one-time attack talisman, is Su Yihang's biggest hole card.

The red fire python wrestled with the silver dragon, and the silver dragon was clearly superior. Within a few rounds, the red fire python was torn into pieces by the silver dragon, and the silver dragon shrunk by a third.

"Roar!"

The silver flood dragon let out a deafening roar, and rushed towards the opposite side with its fangs and claws.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded, and the silver flood dragon burst open, turning into a large dazzling silver arc that drowned the figures of the three young men in red shirts.

After three breaths, the silver thunder light dissipated, and the three young men in red shirts disappeared without a trace.

In this battle, Su Yihang used two hole cards, the body protection talisman and the third-order talisman.

If it weren't for Wang Changhao, he wouldn't have wasted two hole cards at all. He hated Wang Changhao so much, if he was allowed to meet Wang Changhao again, he would have to kill Wang Changhao.

In a bluestone valley full of exotic flowers and grasses, a clear creek with a width of several feet meanders in it.

Wang Qingshan was fighting with a three-headed and two-winged beast, and there was a constant roar.

(End of this chapter)