Chapter 387: Flame Fusion! Full Health and the Kill Line!

Zhang Laodao smiled:

"You are indeed the strongest fire awakener in the world.

But your flames cannot break my defense. "

Meng Xing ignored Zhang Laodao's sarcastic words, his fingertips flexed flexibly, and under the control of the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique, the white python's dark flames actually merged with the Changbai Mountain volcanic magma!

Suddenly, ancient aura came from Meng Xing's palm.

Zhang Laodao finally showed a trace of dignity, but still said regretfully:

"What kind of weird power is this?

looks good.

However, this power is not as powerful as your cyan flame! "

Meng Xing's left hand tightened, and black flames suddenly emerged, releasing fierce power.

That's the Phoenix's immortal fire spell.

The Immortal Fire Curse began to entangle with the white python's shadowy flames and the Changbai Mountain flame magma, and merged into one.

The three colors intertwine and merge into one, forming a milky white flame.

That kind of flame is filled with violent, ancient, and fierce power.

Meng Xing had long wanted to create the Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus, a fusion of two different fires.

The Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique is definitely not as good as the Burning Technique in [Dou Po].

However, the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique can control spirituality to the maximum extent and control supernatural powers.

Moreover, the level of alien fire is too high.

Whether it is the Immortal Fire Curse, the White Python Yin Flame, or the flame magma, they cannot reach the level of blending with the strange fire.

Compared with the legendary Emperor Yan, Meng Xing is still a mortal after all.

When he was young, he was a monster who could combine strange fire and animal fire.

Therefore, in order to try to create a pirated version of the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus, Meng Xing tried to fuse several other extraordinary flames.

Although the Changbai Mountain volcanic magma is not an extraordinary flame, it can enhance the ancient charm of the white python's dark flames from the same source.

In this way, the White Python Yin Flame is qualified to merge with the Immortal Fire Curse.

After the white fire lotus appeared, the temperature of this desert suddenly dropped.

Whether it is the White Python Yin Flame or the Immortal Fire Spell, they are both gloomy and extraordinary fires.

The blending of the two flames has reached an extreme, and everything will turn into the opposite.

The cold wind howled, and the earth actually produced frost!

The sarcasm in Zhang Laodao's pupils lasted for a moment, and then became glazed over.

What's scary about this white flame is not itself.

The scary thing is that there are different extraordinary flames in the forest white flame, and they are mutually exclusive!

Just like pouring a basin of ice water into a red-hot boiler, it can produce a terrible explosion.

Zhang Laodao looked at Meng Xing in horror:

"䱱, this..."

Zhang Laodao's eyes turned sharp:

"Do you think you can defeat me at this level?! Naive!"

Thick fog is rising.

The heavy fog that can be pushed away with your hand actually gives people the feeling of an iron wall!

As airtight as a turtle shell!

A stern smile appeared on Meng Xing's lips.

The huge spirituality poured into the white flame like a tide.

The white flames become more violent and can explode at any time!

Meng Xing lightly threw white flames towards Zhang Laodao.

The white flame seemed to have no weight, but it fell very quickly, like a white meteor sliding down quickly.

Zhang Laodao foresaw something bad, and frantically absorbed spirituality from the Great Xia Jiangshan Seal, constantly strengthening the defense of Lazy Mist.

The fog of laziness is almost turning into physical water.

Finally, White Meteor and Lazy Mist meet.

The sky and the earth turned white.

The world suddenly became quiet, and only Zhang Laodao's unwilling roar could be heard faintly.

Immediately afterwards, the ground cracked and the landslide occurred.

An earth-shattering explosion exploded in the desert!

This is equivalent to the self-explosion power of two ninth-level spiritual S-level combat awakeners, creating a terrifying spiritual tide.

"Oh my god."

The soul boy opened his mouth wide and froze on the spot.

Ye Yunyun and Li Yang were the first to react and stopped caring about Feng Zhenghao. They grabbed the soul boy and ran away with all their might!

Huang Jie opened the door to space in time.

The soul boy screamed:

"What should Feng Zhenghao do!

We haven't killed him yet! "

The battle between Zhang Laodao and the president delayed things too much.

The aftermath of the battle between the two seriously affected their battle with Feng Zhenghao.

Ye Yunyun pursed her lips:

“Let’s go first!

Feng Zhenghao. . . . . Wish yourself luck!

This move of the president will destroy the entire desert. If Feng Zhenghao can survive this move, he is considered capable. "

If you don't die, you will be disabled.

. . . . . .

The move just now changed the climate, and heavy rain fell in the desert sky, cooling the hot desert.

Zhang Laodao was lying in a deep pit in a mess of blood and flesh.

I don’t know where the whisk in my hand is going, and the Daxia Jiangshan Seal is thrown aside like garbage.

If you fight with people normally, the longer you stay in the Mist of Lazy, the worse the enemy's condition will be.

In addition, Daxia Jiangshan Seal continuously replenishes spirituality, which will form a formation in which the enemy becomes weaker and weaker, while oneself becomes stronger and stronger.

It stands to reason that Zhang Laodao will become stronger as he fights.

It's a pity that Meng Xing's move was a direct kill.

Zhang Laodao, who was at full state, had already reached the killing line.

Meng Xing was not harmed by the protection of Qinglian's Earth Core Fire.

He felt a sense of fear.

The power just now was equivalent to the self-destruction of two top S-level fire awakeners. If it weren't for the protection of Qinglian's inner fire, he would have been seriously injured.

Meng Xing slowly walked towards Zhang Laodao, condescendingly said indifferently:

"Are you satisfied?"

Zhang Laodao took in less air and released more air. He looked like he was about to die.

He held his breath:

"As expected of..."

As expected of what?

As expected of the president of the Hunter Guild?

As expected of an old monster with a long life span?

Zhang Laodao couldn't say it.

He smiled with relief, a trace of relief on his face:

"I can finally retire.

Do what you want to do boldly.

I believe you can end this chaotic world."

One move from the other person killed him, but he was fine.

In the previous fight, Zhang Laodao felt that the president was letting him go.

It was like watching a child playing.

. . . . . . . .

The fairy mountain was like a fairy, standing proudly in the sky surrounded by mist.

On the top of the fairy mountain, a cold-looking woman in white leaned against a peach tree, pouring turbid wine from the gourd in her hand into her mouth.

She lay in a bold and uninhibited posture, with her legs crossed, revealing her snow-white thighs under her white skirt.

No one would have the heart to blaspheme, they would only think that the immortals are sacred, and even more detached than the Virgin Mary.

Suddenly, a black hole opened at the top of the fairy mountain.

Feng Zhenghao crawled out of the black hole in a mess.

His expensive suit was tattered, and his straight back hair became messy.

How could this be the world's richest man, Feng Zhenghao?

He looked like a beggar!

The woman in white didn't even look at Feng Zhenghao, and tasted the wine happily.

When Feng Zhenghao saw the woman, he rolled and crawled to the woman, crying and howling:

"Master Sword Saint! Help!"

This cold woman turned out to be the Sword Saint of the Fairy Mountain, the supreme strong man who suppressed the emperor for a long time!

The Sword Saint glanced at Feng Zhenghao and said lightly:

"What does it have to do with me?"

Feng Zhenghao cried even more miserably:

"Old Zhang! Old Zhang!"

A trace of murderous intent instantly flashed in the Sword Saint's eyes.

The clouds on the top of the fairy mountain sensed the murderous aura and retreated in fear.