Chapter 174： Check

(} Text) Chapter 174 Check

Drought, a strange monster in the fire, in the area of ​​fire, it is almost invincible. Thousands of years ago, when the alien crystal was formed, it was spawned. At that time, more than a dozen martial arts invaded and were forced back by it alone. Several people fell in half, and the remaining half escaped from Cangjie, and never dared to break into the realm of fire.

Despite the assurance of burning old, Feng Hao couldn't help shaking his heart when he looked at the monster that was two feet tall and covered with purple flames.

"hiss!..."

Drought opened its mouth full of fangs, a loud roar, the tide rolled, and the surrounding flames rolled up, reflecting its tall body, looking extremely terrifying, like a **** demon.

At the same time, the Qianli Flame Mountain changed because of its roar, and fires rushed up into the sky, and the fire in the fire domain was greatly expanded. Those warriors who were originally close to each other Swallowed directly.

"what happened?"

The faint people on the periphery seemed to hear the dry roar, and all of them looked horribly into the depths of the Flame Mountain.

People near the ground have naturally heard rumors that this mountain of flames generates sprites, and each time it is angry, it will expand the range of flame mountain.

This time, it seems even more ferocious!

Seeing the flames tumbling in front of them, everyone's faces were dignified.

"Did someone offend it again ?!"

Thinking of this, the crowd around couldn't help but retreat, staying back for more than ten miles.

Looking at the fiery dragon on top of the sea of ​​fire, they were even talking.

"Oops!"

Although far apart, Qingwu also felt the change in the surrounding temperature, looking far away at the red sky, and her fine eyebrows narrowed slightly.

"Although he can have fire prevention secrets, in his realm of great martial arts, how could he be a dry opponent with the peak strength of Wu Zong?"

Despite her worries in this regard, her figure was still intact, only whispering, "Does he still have a way to deal with drought?"

...

The fire was turbulent, just like the undulating sea, Feng Hao was lifted out directly by this thrust, floating in the midst of the sky, smoky by the red and purple flames around him, even if he had the ice attribute Wu Yuan, he felt the body It was about to crack, every inch of the skin was red, and every pore of his skin was also exuding the heat visible to the naked eye.

"hiss!..."

Drought stepped forward, dropped heavily, slumped, opened his mouth, and a dragon of purple flames poured out of its terrible mouth, straight into the wind.

"Oh!"

Looking at the rushing purple dragon, Feng Hao drew the corners of his mouth and absorbed Wu Jing's energy. Wu Yuan sprayed it and fell sharply towards the ground.

"Ahem! ..."

Furiously rubbing against the surrounding flames, let Feng Hao's body feel as if it was burning, with a stuffy heart, a few mouthfuls of blood were sprayed out directly, and it was the exit that burned the flame directly into nothingness.

"Master!"

I whispered in my heart.

"Leave it to me!"

The voice of the old was full of prudence, and the voice was falling. A majestic breath like the vast ocean overflowed, and Fenghao's body was wrapped in it. The majestic breath made the surrounding flames appear. An isolated area could not reach him at all.

His body rose slowly under the humanized and doubtful eyes of the drought. He was like a god, his dark and deep eyes had no borders, and his majestic momentum shook the sky.

"hiss!..."

The drought felt a threat and screamed fiercely, so that the flames around it gathered together. The thick flame was like a liquid, and in this flame, a magma-like existence was formed.

Seeing its performance, a hint of indifferent irony was revealed in the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, and one arm slowly stretched out.

"hiss!..."

The drought within the existence and the magma immediately frantically struggled. In its purple-black eyes, it expressed deep fear. It opened the horrible mouth, desperately spit purple fire, and the magma was rising. Alas, but its body still seemed to be grasped by an inexplicable palm, slowly peeling from the magma.

The dry roar spread far away, and the crowds far away from the Flame Mountain also heard it. Looking at the madly flaming flames in the Flame Mountain, everyone's heart was shaking with its roar.

"Is it screaming?"

"Who got in?"

"This is impossible, unless it is Wu Zun's shot!"

All kinds of voices spread wildly from the crowd. Almost everyone can be sure that someone is playing the idea of ​​alien crystals. Moreover, they have already fought with the drought, and they seem to have the upper hand.

Everyone speculated that everyone was sorrowful, all eyes were watching the changes in the sea of ​​fire, all looking forward to the appearance of the unknown Wu Zun.

Faintly, the dry crickets passed into Qingwu's ears, and her slightly frowned brow slowly opened.

"Sure enough, he is a very useful person!"

In the corner of her mouth, a smile of indifference, a pair of charming eyes, shining brightly.

...

"hiss!..."

No matter how the drought struggles, its huge body is still stripped from the magma, and in the void, it is still struggling madly, and howls in the mouth even more.

"Humph!"

A cold hum was spit out from Feng Hao's mouth, and the palms stretched out were clenched slightly, and the blue tendons appeared, as if this **** movement was very laborious.

Then, the dry drought floating not far away from him, but his movement became even more crazy. His body seemed to be grasped by a large hand, the body continued to make crisp sounds, and was slowly shrinking. Magma scattered from his body.

"Break me!"

With the cold voice, Feng Hao's palm clenched.

"hiss!..."

"Oh!"

In a loud howl, the huge body of the dry land was crushed directly, scattered into the sea of ​​fire as rain drops of magma, and in the air, only a purple-red round bead was suspended there.

Slightly beckoned, the fuchsia beads flew to Fenghao and held it in his hand.

"It's okay, barely, it's no problem to find a good iron and hit a Chinese artifact."

The old voice of burning old came out.

"It's up to you!"

Only then did the voice fall, and the energy of Han Hai surging around Feng Hao suddenly indulged. Without this energy support, his body fell down directly. The one who fell was called miserable.

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