Douluo: Evil fire phoenix, more sons and more blessings

Ah Ming, who ran away in a panic, fell into a swamp and quagmire in a panic, and the muddy water made him wake up immediately, and his face immediately showed the appearance of a trapped animal.

But subconsciously, thinking of Ma Hongjun's exhortation just now, asking him to speak human words, he immediately changed his expression and became that delicate and immature face.

However, he is a three-year-old child after all, he doesn't have many survival skills, and he has no wild means to kill people, but he can't even do anything to the swamp under his feet.

After he struggled fiercely twice, he sank deeper and deeper. His young body sank into the mud in an instant, leaving only his head outside in an instant.

But he was still struggling, trying to jump up from it, but he couldn't use the strength no matter what.

"Don't be afraid, son, dad is here!"

At this moment, Ma Hongjun called out.

Then it spread its wings, swept over him, grabbed his shoulders that were stuck in the mud, and picked them up.

After rescuing him ashore, the little guy Ah Ming has turned into a little clay figurine. On the contrary, he covered up the bloody body and made him look much cuter. Only two eyeballs and a breathing mouth were exposed on his face. It's dumbfounding.

"Let Dad see if you've just had a fever?" Seeing him standing there, Ma Hongjun hastily went up to check the situation.

Ah Ming instinctively wanted to back away, but seeing Ma Hongjun's caring look, he also tried not to back down, and asked this so-called father to check his body.

It can be said that he has been living a life like a walking dead all along, and no one cares whether he is injured or not.

And Ma Hongjun looked at his back, and found that the place that was clearly burned just now was intact, which further showed that this child might really have inherited his undead divine phoenix body.

Of course, the undead divine phoenix body does not only have self-healing ability.

"No wonder the children in the Valley of Trials can't hurt you." Ma Hongjun patted him on the shoulder, and then said to him, "Go, dad will take you away, your mother is still waiting for you outside."

"...Huh?" Ah Ming wanted to say the word "Mom" in surprise, but he couldn't say it anyway.

"It's okay, when you go back, your parents will teach you to practice speaking." Ma Hongjun stroked his forehead with some distress.

"Go back? It's really that easy!"

But at this time, Ju Douluo had already chased him over.

In addition to him, there are three soul saint-level guards wearing the ghost mask of the Wuhun Temple.

Seeing someone coming, Ah Ming really panicked and became a little hasty, but Ma Hongjun put his hands on his immature shoulders, as if it could give him strength, this time he ran away without fear.

Seeing this scene, those soul saint guards were also very surprised.

Ah Ming, who was usually bloodthirsty and cold, could hardly get close to him, but today he took the initiative to lean against this man, becoming very well-behaved, as if he had become a child.

"Chrysanthemum Pass, I advise you to be kind, even those who worship the hall are not my opponents, you and the minions around you, you can only die if you attack me!"

But this time, standing in front of his son, Ma Hongjun looked very tall, like a thick wall.

"Ma Hongjun, I also advise you not to call me by my name indiscriminately, otherwise I will lose control the next moment and sew your mouth up with stamens!" Ju Douluo said coldly.

What he hates the most is when others take his name and call him random names, especially those who are lower than him.

Of course, when he came to the Valley of Trials, he left early and did not see the battle between Ma Hongjun and the second enshrined Qingluan Douluo, so naturally he did not believe what Ma Hongjun said.

But obviously, Ma Hongjun didn't intend to give him a good face, since it doesn't make sense, let's fight!

He doesn't say he's good at fighting, but if he doesn't fight two or three times a day, it's really uncomfortable.

Feeling the faintly boiling blood on Ma Hongjun's body, Ah Ming clenched his fists and looked at Ju Douluo and the others with hostile eyes, but he didn't know what the Title Douluo meant!

"Ma Hongjun, for the Pope's sake, I can keep your whole body today!"

Afterwards, Chrysanthemum Douluo shouted, "The seventh soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Who would have thought that as soon as he made a move, he would directly reveal his martial spirit avatar, the prototype of the Qirong Tongtianju appeared for a moment, the domineering ten thousand year spirit ring flashed instantly, and the air was filled with the oppressive sense of death!

Even the three soul sages in the Valley of Trials were pale and terrified.

On the contrary, Ma Hongjun and Ah Ming, whose physiques are strong, have not changed much.

Then, Ju Douluo slashed horizontally with his slender hands, and only heard the whistling wind, which was really the fifth soul skill "Gathering of Hanying" among his soul skills.

The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum quickly released petals all over the sky, forming a tornado and directly attacking Ma Hongjun and his son!

Ma Hongjun snorted coldly, the barrier of the nine-colored glazed phoenix reappeared, and then instead of retreating, he slammed into it with all his strength and fierce aggressiveness!

Qirong Tongtianju's soul skills are complicated and fantastic, but under Ma Hongjun's crude impact, they appear light and light, without much attack power!

For a split second, Ma Hongjun dismantled the soul ability directly, and swept over, Ju Douluo was out of reach, unexpectedly, Ma Hongjun's speed was not inferior to Title Douluo's, and he got two punches in a row.

After all, those who fought with Ma Hongjun were basically Titled Douluo, among other things, even if they were just beaten, they learned a lot!

Now Ma Hongjun's combat experience is rich in training, surpassing many people in mainland China!

Facing Ma Hongjun who was attacking from close range, Ju Douluo was at a disadvantage. Most of his soul skills were long-distance attacks, and they were severely shaken after cooling down. In addition, Ma Hongjun's great strength performed a miracle. The coming fist was a bit overwhelming.

"Are you still not admitting defeat?" Ma Hongjun said in his mouth, but his hands didn't stop.

"Damn! You brat!" Ju Douluo's face turned livid, and he sneered, "This kind of trick also wants to hurt me!?"

Immediately, his body swayed, suddenly abandoned his soul skills, and directly bullied Ma Hongjun, but at this moment, his hands grabbed the back collars of the two soul saints on the left and right, and then threw them to Ma Hongjun from the left and right.

This is the first time Ma Hongjun has seen the method of using the soul master's body as a weapon.

"The elders can't do it!"

The two wanted to beg for mercy, but they didn't have time to look at it. The strength was different from the left and right, but they complemented each other. They directly smashed Ma Hongjun from the left and right, and flung him off!

"Fuck! This move is ruthless!" Ma Hongjun fell backward involuntarily, and then his breath changed, and the phoenix poison appeared in his hands, directly pinning the two of them firmly, using the bodies of the two as the medium, introducing the toxin, and viciously Chrysanthemum Douluo leads.

In just a split second, the two soul masters were directly flooded with phoenix poison, their mouths were swollen and their faces were blue, and even their masks were bursting. Ju Douluo immediately felt the abnormality and pulled his hands away.

As a result, Ju Douluo's offensive stopped again, but seeing the two fallen on the ground and seeing Ma Hongjun's hands, he cursed: "It's another monster like that old poison, there is really no way out! "