Chapter 690

In the divine flame, several black light spots are beating, and then those black light spots are constantly splitting, and instantly turn into a cosmic torrent, rushing to kill Meng Xuan.

"Sunspots!"

"Sunspots that only the sun can erupt!"

"There's some meaning." Meng Xuan light smile, a sunspot can blow up an ordinary God. So many sunspots merge into a torrent of the universe, and ordinary gods dare not get close at all.

The torrent of the universe surged over the void and rushed to kill Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan hit the torrent with his fist. He felt that his fist was about to melt. He frowned and flashed to avoid the flood. But the flood surrounded him and wrapped him in it.

"Loose." The sun god pinches the seal, and suddenly the sunspot explodes, like a black fog, wrapping Meng Xuan in it.

"Melt!" He changed his seal again and turned it into a black ancient stove to melt him.

"Helios furnace!"

"I, the sun god stove, claims that everything can be refined."

A huge sun god furnace emerged, which is the size of a mountain. It is simple and elegant. It is also covered with many black lines, concave and convex patterns, and many exotic animals.

Meng Xuan was trapped in the sun god stove, and the divine power contained in those sunspots was very terrible. Even his body, can not help but feel the heat, about to be melted in general.

Qin Congjian sighed: "this is the reason why few people are willing to fight with him in Qingluo temple. Here, there are nine suns, which provide him with a continuous stream of divine power, as well as various dharmas left by the early sun god. It is said that the early sun god also left the sigh of the sun god and the eternal song of the sun. "

"The eternal song of the sun?"

"Yes, the eternal song of the sun, the eternal song of the sun in the eight patterns and twelve songs, is hard to be shaken unless it can be sung by the tide of the blue sea."

In the sun god furnace, Meng Xuan kept blowing out his fist seal. When Dangdang's voice came, people could see that on the black ancient stove, many fist seals protruded to the outside, but it was hard to burst.

"The Helios stove is too strong to break." Said sully.

The Sun God Laughs: "you have the seed to break the sun god stove."

Meng Xuan frowned, and there were many more flames in the sun god stove, which covered him and wanted to refine him. His eyebrows glowed and a magic sword came out of it.

It's moxie sword, which is integrated with congenital Xuangang.

Then, he gently a change, immediately, this God stove is cut, Meng Xuan rushed out from among them. Apollo obviously Leng for a while, then the Mou son ruthlessly shrinks. But Meng Xuan didn't give him a chance to react. He rushed directly to him and swept out with a sword.

With a puff, a big good head flew into the sky.

The sun god was beheaded, but his headless body burst out of a hot magma and rushed to Meng Xuan.

Then the head flew around and returned to his body again. But the magma was wrapped around Meng Xuan's body.

"It's a shame that I want you to die." The energy contained in the magma is also very terrible, dropping a drop, falling to the ground and burning the ground through.

"The sun never dies

"It's said that it's the pith of the sun god contained in the sun. I didn't expect that he turned it into his own sun immortal blood."

The power of the sun's immortal blood is so terrible that everyone feels a heat wave coming. Even a few gods were hit by the heat wave and turned into blood without any sound.

"Aren't you very strong? Try my sun immortal blood." Apollo said, regaining the initiative.

"Is it?" Meng Xuan opened his mouth indifferently, and then he took a long breath.

All of a sudden, the sun in the stream turned into a bloody dragon, which was swallowed by him. After that, he was shining all over. He even dares to swallow xuanhuang Qi, not to mention the immortal blood of the sun?

Meng Xuan, who had swallowed the sun's immortal blood, had a white mist coming out of his mouth and nose, and was still spraying the light. The crowd looked at him like a monster. They knew the power of the sun's immortal blood, but now it was swallowed directly by Meng Xuan.

Apollo was also stunned, and a chill appeared around him. He also depends on his own special constitution to refine the sun immortal blood, but it is only a wisp of refining.

AI Qi Er is in a daze, this kind of sun does not die blood, even if she is a blazing angel also dare not swallow.

Meng Xuan's breath was strong again. He said, "if you have any means, show it. I'm ready to do it."

Once again, Apollo took the Battle Sword and rushed to kill Meng Xuan. Two people body took out a series of aftereffects, broke out the unimaginable war there. Dong's a, the sun god's body is directly bombarded by Meng Xuan to fly, chest all sunken go down, almost by the whole breakdown. Meng Xuan's power was so terrible that he almost killed him.

"Roar!" Apollo burst out a earth shaking roar, nine suns shine again.

"Sigh of the sun god!" He finally made a taboo move.

The nine suns fused together, and the endless power of the sun fell into his body. He then sat on his knees, trying to swallow a lot of solar power.

Suddenly, his face changed. A huge shadow appeared on his head. Xu Ying, wearing a crown and holding the sun god Ge, was sitting on a huge throne, looking down at Meng Xuan coldly.

"Ah." A sigh came.

The sigh was so terrible. It was very small at the beginning, but at the end, it was like thunder, exploding over the whole Qingluo temple. Gabriel's face turned white for a while, because even he did not dare to shake the sigh.

Falling into his ears, he felt like he was in a sea of blood. Even they have a sense of submission. He felt as if he had entered a kind of dreamland and was prostrating at the feet of the sun god to worship him.

"Ah." The second sigh is like the tide.

Meng Xuan only felt his head confused for a while, and many Avenue lines in his body were disintegrating, even his body was about to decompose. This kind of sigh is so terrible that it seems to break everything in the world.

Zizi, Zizi.

When the sound of toothache came, a wisp of Meng Xuan's black hair turned into countless vermicelli, just like white flour, falling into the void. Then, the moye sword in his hand was a burst of mourning. This kind of magic power is so strange that it seems that even moye sword can be powdered.