Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight. Song of Yan Zhao Yulong

Although the little red pagoda was in the flames, it gave people a sense of tranquility and peace.

The raging fire around the small tower seemed to be less scary.

But it was also because of the existence of this small tower that streams of red precious light poured upwards, freezing the cold abyss Dharma Realm that Yan Zhaoge threw into the sea of ​​flames.

The formation supported by nine white lights was suspended above the sea of ​​flames, unable to fall.

Although blocked by the abyss of flames, Yan Zhaoge couldn't figure it out carefully, but he could still feel the mysterious artistic conception of power in it.

This small red pagoda seems to be integrated with the fire marrow in the ground veins, without distinction.

It goes without saying that the Balrog clan can so easily shake the circulation of the earth veins in the eight great worlds, so this thing must have played an important role.

The small red tower is now connected to the fire marrow of the earth veins, making it difficult for the attacks of all the great masters to be effective.

Yan Zhaoge tried to use the Cold Abyss Dharma Realm to disturb him, but was also blocked by the small red tower.

"It's no wonder that we only guard against masters and others who are strong in the martial sage realm." Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene and nodded secretly.

Just looking at it, I felt a strong killing intent pressing down on the top of my head.

Although the Flame Demon King Chenghuang had already been beaten to death by Yuan Zhengfeng, Yan Zhaoge's appearance still attracted the attention of all the Balrogs.

The language that belongs to the Balrog alone, the manic and incomprehensible roars came and went one after another, so many great Balrogs ignored the other great masters of the human race, and rushed towards Yan Zhaoge in a swarm.

The long sword in Fu Enshu's hand was flat and horizontal across his chest. Facing the menacing group of big flame demons, he took the initiative to meet them without fear.

Seeing this, the great martial artists from Guangcheng Mountain and Bihai City hurriedly descended to help Fu Enshu intercept these great flame demons.

After a moment of hesitation, the great masters of Cangwu Mountain and Zhuanglang Pavilion also fell down, and the two sides were still fighting.

Although the situation is still unclear, at such a critical juncture, the miracles Yan Zhaoge created in the past made them choose to trust this young man.

The Great Sun Sacred Sect and the warriors of Tianlei Palace continued to help Huang Guanglie and Shen Li, hoping that their own martial saints could break through the Flame Demon King's defense.

Among all the top eight powerhouses in the world,

Because of the environment, the person who performed the most outstandingly at the moment was Donglai Wusheng Huang Guanglie.

In an environment full of flames, the warriors of the Great Sun Sacred Sect are like the Balrog, becoming more and more courageous as they fight.

Huang Guanglie, who was at the second level of Martial Saint, was even more domineering, looking even more fierce than the Balrog.

But the Balrog also kept a close eye on Huang Guanglie, constantly blocking his progress.

In the battle situation at the martial saint level, the Balrog tried its best to block the strong human race.

The battle situation at the grand master level was just reversed. A group of great master fighters headed by Fu Enshu tried their best to block the great Balrog that came down.

The human warriors who were already at a disadvantage, without the Great Sun Sacred Sect and the Tianlei Palace, suddenly seemed powerless in the face of the tide-like attacks of the Balrog.

At the beginning, the great Balrog broke through the defense line and rushed towards the flame abyss among the mountains on the seabed below.

Where Fu Enshu's sword flashed, it was as if a rainbow pierced through the sea. When the sword fell, it cut off half of the crab-like big Balrog's legs and feet.

As the big flame demon roared, the chest and abdomen suddenly opened, and then a thick pillar of fire gushed out, hitting Fu Enshu's sword light to the point of collapse.

At the same time, another big Balrog chased him down, aiming at Fu Enshu's backside.

Fu Enshu's sword light formed a circle, and a halo appeared, like a gate to a new world.

It is also like a skin bag that swallows the world, opens the mouth of the bag, and invites you into the urn.

The thick and majestic sword intent forced the big Balrog to stop, lest he would fall into a trap.

But at the next moment, the big Balrog's figure suddenly turned around, and he got to the side of Fu Enshu, and continued to pounce on Yan Zhaoge.

Fu Enshu turned back his sword to block it, but the big flame demon made a feint shot, and the real target of attack was Fu Enshu himself.

"Come on!" Fu Enshu's almond-shaped eyes widened, he did not dodge or dodge, attacking and attacking, just stabbing out with a sword.

She was scratched by the Balrog's claws on her waist and abdomen, but Jian Feng also pierced the big Balrog.

But on the other side, the Balrog's offensive became more and more urgent. It began to break through the defense line built by Fu Enshu and others, and fell to the flame abyss below.

Yan Zhaoge at the entrance of the abyss, at this moment, was so concentrated that even with swords and swords, he would ignore it.

His attention was focused on the small red tower, on the fiery marrow of the earth veins that moved in front of him.

"At first, I said I would take the things back to the mountain gate, but now it seems that I have to take the lead." Yan Zhaoge let out a foul breath: "Although it is wasteful, it is not wasteful, but maybe it will cost more."

After properly calculating the strategy in his mind, Yan Zhaoge immediately unfolded his microcosm.

In the miniature capsule, the pillars of the shrine no longer suppressed it, and the body of the real dragon sealed in the icicle suddenly couldn't hold back, and flew out of its own accord.

The stone pillars and icicles came out of the miniature capsule, and they were both good at wind, and instantly became huge.

Yan Zhaoge's whole body surged with gang qi, all of which turned into a fiery flame, and then he opened the startling bow, and pulled the bowstring empty-handed.

As the bowstring vibrated, purple thunder intertwined with red flames, and they bombarded together on the icicle that froze the real dragon's body!

The icicles began to disintegrate, and the body of the real dragon shook, and the faint sound of dragon chant sounded.

The ice dragon that has fallen has not been resurrected.

But the spirituality contained in it makes people feel as if a living dragon has descended into the world.

No matter if it is a human being or a Balrog, everyone will look sideways at the torrential Longwei!

The great Balrog who had chased to the entrance of the abyss came back to his senses, roared wildly, rushed into the abyss, and arrived in front of Yan Zhaoge in an instant!

Yan Zhaoge turned a blind eye to the great Balrog, just stood on the top of the pillars of the shrine, and then stepped down with both feet!

Immediately, the pillars of the shrine shone with colorful brilliance, continued to restrain the body of the ice dragon, and then fell together, straight to the bottom of the abyss of flames!

There, Yan Zhaoge's Cold Abyss Dharma Realm was fixed by the small red pagoda, which was futile.

But now Yan Zhaoge was standing on the pillar of the shrine, pressing down on the remains of the ice dragon below, and charged into the formation covered by nine white beams of light as a whole.

As the light flickered, the sound of the dragon's roar gradually became real.

The power of the extreme cold spread instantly, causing the temperature at the bottom of the abyss to drop extremely quickly, and it was no longer extremely hot.

Yan Zhaoge received the pillars of the shrine, and fell into the cold abyss legal realm.

He stretched out his hands, the qi on both sides was cold and hot, the yin and yang merged, and then they all slapped down.

The ice dragon seemed to come alive, the huge dragon body wrapped around the red pagoda.

The real flesh and blood body gradually turned into an ice blue light dragon at this moment.

The big flame demon persevered, chasing Yan Zhaoge all the way down to the bottom of the abyss, claws towards the top of Yan Zhaoge's head.

But under the cover of the Cold Abyss Law Realm, Yan Zhaoge had also fallen to the top of the Scarlet Red Pagoda.

He punched the center of the top of the tower, and suddenly the power of ice and fire shot up to the sky, blocking the claws of the big Balrog!

Amidst the unreconciled roar of the Great Flame Demon, Yan Zhaoge roared like a dragon, and the scarlet red pagoda began to vibrate violently! (To be continued.)