Master does not ride a dragon

He didn't finish a sentence, suddenly his expression froze, he picked up Sikong Hu and jumped back, "Back!"

There was an ear-piercing bang in front of him, and tongues of scorching flames sprang out——Lu Ju slashed down with his sword, jade-colored seals entangled with golden light, and the whole mountain was split into pieces from east to west like mud filling the sea. Up and down two paragraphs!

I don't know what kind of trick he made, the upper part of the mountain peak stayed in the air for a short moment, and at this moment, a fire light suddenly burst out from the hollow shell of the mountain, like a golden light splitting the sky and the earth!

Sikong Hu could see clearly from a distance, the mountain was filled with fire, and the whole mountain was burned into an empty shell. No wonder the mountain is full of red leaves in summer!

Compared with the fire demon he killed, this one can be said to be——

Sikong Hu took a step forward against the flames, "Master!"

Lu Ju in the distance didn't hear or hear, he was hanging in the air, suddenly raised his foot, and followed the gap into the mountain!

There was another bang, and the mountain shell was completely closed.

Sikong Hu turned pale with shock, and rushed forward, "Master!"

This time Chi Shuhuan didn't pull him, and rushed forward, "Elder brother!"

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Sikong Hu panicked himself, but when he heard that Chi Shuhuan was in a different way, he shouted: "Brother, don't kill this fire demon! It's precious!"

...Is there something wrong with him? !

Sikong Hu was so angry that he pushed him away, took a few steps forward, and shouted: "Huo Ling!"

Once domesticated, the fire bell is obedient to its master in the crossbow.

The black gold threads formed by the black mist gushed out from the Yukang crossbow. Sikong Hu suddenly sat on the ground and slid down the hillside to the bottom of the valley along the quickly formed black gold net. Only then did he take off the Yukang crossbow on his back. , gritted his teeth and tightened the bowstring, aiming at the bottom of the mountain.

At this moment, there was an imperceptible shaking from the bottom of the mountain that was close at hand.

Sikong Hu's expression froze, and Chi Shuhuan on the hillside shouted: "Come back quickly! It's going to blow up the mountain!"

But it was too late, a piece of red leaf fragments flew in the face, and then the scalding red flame threw out the shattered and splashed rocks.

The entire mountain was blown to pieces by the evil fire demon!

Sikong Hu's face and neck were cut into several bloody mouths, and the smell of blood permeated the flames.

He didn't dodge, tightened his bowstring, his eyes didn't blink for a moment, trying to distinguish Lu Ju's figure in white from the fire demon's primordial fire foundation in the sea of ​​flames.

The jade-colored sword light flashed across the top, a tongue of flame licked the sleeve of the master's robe, then licked the fingers of the master, and then licked the cheekbones of the master, before narrowly avoiding it.More provocation than attack.

Seeing this, Sikong Hu didn't hesitate any longer, and shot an arrow "Zheng".

The sound of the strings made the ears hurt, and the fire demon let out a mocking laugh, and the tongues of fire that soared to the sky rushed down one after another.

In fact, he was afraid of accidentally hurting Lu Ju, so the arrow shot soaring into the sky, and it didn't touch the fire demon at all-I don't know what evil was in the fire demon, so he was so excited.

But—excitement is just right.

Sikong Hu's dark round eyes narrowed slightly, bloody mouth filled with ferocity and hostility overflowed again, at the same time he raised Yukang, tightened the bowstring, and aimed at the first flame.

The tongue of flames was faster than he imagined, and it rolled to his eyes in an instant.

Sikong Hu suddenly let go, the black iron arrow flew out quickly, and the sharp arrow touched the tip of the flame——

With a soft "呲", the black iron arrow was broken.

Sikong Hu watched the black iron arrow turn into two halves, and then melted rapidly in the high temperature, and his mind turned tens of thousands of times.

——This evil fire demon is not even just a flame, it has a body!

After the last battle, Sikong Hu knew that he was not afraid of fire, his eyes were fixed, his body flashed quickly, and in the tiny time gap when the tongue of fire brushed his cheek, he suddenly reached out and hugged the tongue of fire!

His body was scorching hot and almost painful, but at that moment he flew into the air with the flames, and when he reached the highest point, the soft flames were suddenly lit on his toes and he stood still, looking down.

Master had probably noticed that he had broken into the flames of war, so he came quickly with his sword glow in his arms.

The fire demon let out a scream, and amidst the death flames soaring, Sikong Hu suddenly lifted one corner of his lips and smiled contemptuously.

If there is an entity, the foundation of the primordial fire should be easier to find!

The foundation of primordial fire is right in front of you!Now all it takes is an arrow--

Sikong Hu raised Yukang, touched the sword pouch with his hand back, and suddenly froze.

The black iron arrows are used up.

He is not afraid of being burned by fire, but it does not mean that he is not afraid of being crushed to death by the wings of a fire demon that is as heavy as a mountain rock.

Two tongues of flame suddenly shot at him from left to right, and a scorching oppressive feeling came to his eyes, Sikong Hu raised his elbow to try to relieve the pain, while crossing Yukang to block in front of him, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

However, there was a faint cry from the distance: "Ahu!"

Master's voice, the twilight is brilliant, and the soft light bows in person.

no!You can't just wait to die!

Sikong Hu suddenly opened his eyes, clenched the heavy black tie Yukang tightly, and hit the hard and heavy tongue of flame on the other side with his body.

At this moment, a dazzling flash of light suddenly flashed in the blue sky, accompanied by a strange sound of chanting: "Three qi melt into knots, and the movement shines too brightly!"

Thunderbolts fly, and fire flows crystal.

Sikong Hu was so dazzled by the photoelectric lights that he couldn't open his eyes, only to hear the Sangxie Fire Demon let out an unearthly cry of grief.

Immediately, his waist tightened, he was grabbed by someone, and he jumped down, falling into the air.

The faint smell of Xiaoming Taihua came from the tip of his nose, and Sikong Hu murmured: "Master."

The mid-air scenery flowed past the end of the field of vision, and the master's hand was firmly clasped on his waist, the voice was almost low, but Sikong Hu could hear it clearly.

The master said, "Ahu...don't say a word."

The subtle breath brushed against his ears, and the emotion in it was almost bitter, Sikong Hu rolled down the hillside with his master.

After the photoelectricity, the bright sun and the sky are like before the moon rises, with black and dark clouds stretching.

The evil fire demon died down without even spitting out the golden pill. The tongue of fire was drawn into long strands of red air, which slowly spread into a palm-high glass bottle.

The green-robed sword-wielding man, with gray hair on his temples, was standing in the clouds, holding in his hand the glass bottle that subdued the evil fire demon.

He lowered his eyes to look at it for a while, made another formula, and recited a mantra softly: "The grandson of Mount Tai, the god of the sky. The emperor of Nandan, the lord of Huoyue..."

The shattered flying sand and rocks were suspended in mid-air, and the order returned to its place, turning back into the hills again, and the red leaves all over the mountains turned back to green.

The man looked from the cloud to the ground with unpredictable eyes.

Sikong Hu saw his master lowering his eyes and lowering his eyebrows, lifted his robe and knelt down, saluted with his sword in hand, his voice was as steady as stagnant water, "Master."

Sikong Hu started to set off firecrackers again in his mind: What? !This is the world's No. [-] immortal cultivating platoon... Ah no, the head of the No. [-] immortal cultivating sect, the legendary Meng Yunzhong? !

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