Chapter 721

Fire trees are all over the sky, and burning branches are everywhere.

Huangliang felt that he had entered a fire purgatory, like setting a fire in the virgin forest of the Amazon or the eucalyptus forest on the east coast of Australia.

Etnout looked dignified, and the soul of ice in his hand stood straight in front of him, chanting words in his mouth. A large amount of mental power kept pouring into the void, condensed into layers of cold ice around him, touched with the burning heat around, and turned into a misty white fog.

As the fog grew thicker, snowflakes floated in the sky.

This is a very strange sight.

The heavy snow danced in the air, fell on the burning branches, adhered to them, but it was not cremated. It only emitted white smoke, but the fire on the trees did not go out. Instead, the flame increased, as if it was not snow but oil that fell into the fire.

Branches and leaves burned out in the fire and turned into fire rain falling all over the sky. They formed an interesting contrast with the snowflakes in the air and became a world of fire and snow.

The Yellow sorghum was just afflicted by the smoke and fire, and was attacked by the cold of heavy snow. Although it is well known that this is the cold and hot in the memory awakened by the power of spirit, the feeling of being amplified to the extreme is really painful.

He was a little worried. After all, it was an ice sheet. According to Hong Kui's previous judgment, it should be near the north magnetic pole of the Elizabeth Islands. Of course, it is also possible that they have already come to another nothingness world through that heavenly road.

In this ice and snow, the power of cold is infinite. Besides his own strength, Aoki can only rely on the nine suns in the sky.

Through the gap between snowflakes and fire rain, the sorghum looked up and saw the nine suns, like nine fireballs hanging on the branches, eight of them hanging in eight directions around the periphery, connected with the burning branches, like a burning cobweb.

There is another one hanging on the middle treetop, which looks a little different.

He looked carefully and vaguely saw a black spot in the fireball in the middle, moving around like a chick about to break its shell.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the fire is getting fiercer and fiercer. He felt cold and hot all over. Gradually, his body became stiff and his eyes blurred.

As he expected, the power of ice and snow is infinite, as if firefighters were driving helicopters to put out fire in the air, and the fire in many places began to decrease.

The flames on some branches finally went out and turned into scorched dead branches, and large tracts of the woods dimmed. Only the trunk of the big tree still burns a raging fire and tries its best to resist the endless cold of ice and snow in the void.

But etnout dared not relax at all. He was still tight, and the soul of ice was held high. His eyes were fixed on the huge fire tree.

It seems that he has the right time and place, and the advantage is entirely on his side, but he can't completely overwhelm the other side.

He can suppress the flame, but he cannot suppress the power of life.

The fire burned out one branch, broke one branch, and soon stretched out another branch on the trunk.

The power of this life is unique to the soul of wood.

This is the most basic spiritual trait of life separated from Gaia's consciousness. It is precisely because of this spiritual trait that life can continue to grow and multiply.

The living power of this wood contributes to the momentum of fire, which greatly strengthens the power of the half fire soul that is difficult to resist with the complete ice soul. Even if itnut occupies the right time and place, in this ice and snow world, the fire tree can still tenaciously resist the ice and snow all over the sky.

The power of ice and fire is so glued.

Suddenly, a big black bird emerged from the sun at the top of the tree crown. It was covered with golden flames, spread its wings, crashed and flew to a cold branch in the distance. The flame ignited from his feet and quickly ignited the whole branch.

It flapped its wings and flew away, and the golden flame splashed everywhere with its wings.

It is like a moving fireball, a sun running around. Wherever it goes, the originally extinguished woods burn up, and the raging flames burn to the horizon again.

Etnout is trying his best to suppress Aoki. He has no spare power to deal with this flaming Jinwu. He can only watch him and destroy his achievements.

Before long, all the extinguished fires in the forest burned again.

As soon as the heavy snow covered, Jinwu flew over. It completely makes up for the weakness of the original fire.

At a moment when the balance was reached, the flame Jinwu suddenly croaked and rushed towards etnout.

Etnout saw a huge golden fireball like the sun and hit himself. He didn't dare to underestimate it, and hurriedly separated his spirit. A hockey of the same size condensed from the tip of the soul of ice.

But when he was so distracted, the glued situation in the fire forest changed.

Taking advantage of the reduced pressure, the giant mulberry suddenly burst out with the strength originally contracted in the trunk. Countless huge branches suddenly twisted and grew, wrapped around like a fire python, and wrapped itnut's body all at once.

Etnout was surprised. With a wave of the soul of ice in his hand, the ice hockey exploded and frozen all the branches and vines wrapped around him. Then his body shook, shattered them and shook them to the ground.

However, at this time, he did not care about the fireball that hit him.

The fireball hit him like a supernova exploding in absolute zero cold space. The flames and rays instantly cooled in the low temperature, and finally turned into a basin of cracked ice mist.

Itnoot seems to be unscathed.

But he stood stiff, motionless, and looked down at his own chest.

A light flashed across his chest. Then the light grew bigger and bigger, forming a light hole in his chest.

A crow flew out of the cave of light and croaked. Its claws hold a heart as dark as its feathers.

Etnout stretched out his thin claws and grabbed the crow, trying to recapture the heart and put it back into his chest.

However, the crow had flown away quickly and threw the black heart into the burning fire.

The soul of ice fell to the ground with a clatter.

The fire and rain dissipated, the wind and snow stopped, and everything returned to its original appearance.

On this quiet ice field, the air is clear and cloudless. Only the nine strange Suns are still hanging high in the sky.

Qingmu stood quietly, like a pine tree rooted on an iceberg. His windbreaker floated gently in the breeze blowing from the ice field.

The crow croaked and fell on Qingmu's head.

A quaint echo came from the distant Glacier Canyon.

Etnout covered his chest and fell down slowly. His body shriveled rapidly and turned into a withered and black mummy.