PFC Chapter 177 Seven kinds of different fires, the strength of the palace master
Chapter 177 Seven kinds of different fires, the strength of the palace master
Chapter 177 Seven kinds of different fires, the strength of the palace master
"That's right, I'm indeed a dog of the Soul Clan." Hun Miesheng nodded seriously.
"It's just that I'm in the clan, but I've never seen you as the No. [-] person in the soul clan... It's better to say, aren't you even inferior to me, a dog?"
"The people who have been living in the dark, hiding their heads and showing their tails, will never see the light of day again. Your treatment is not as good as my dog can appear in front of everyone." Hun Miesheng sneered with a smile.
But Hun Miesheng's words undoubtedly broke Hun Ying's defenses.
"What do you understand? Our existence is to serve the patriarch. I am the most powerful trump card of the patriarch, and I am also a sharp blade in the hands of the patriarch!" A black breath slowly emerged from the soul shadow, that The terrifying coercion of the Seven Star Fighting Saint was unleashed without reservation.
"Soul death, you, a dog, can't stop us. If you can honestly hand over the young patriarch, at least you can save a dog's life."
"It really makes me feel very uncomfortable." Hun Miesheng's face turned cold instantly, and the resentment accumulated in the clan for decades slowly burst out.
Although he still has some status in the clan, and he is the master of the Soul Palace, but in front of these powerful elders, he is really like a dog.
Among the soul clan, everything is unimportant except for the five-star Dou Sheng.
"Although I don't know if I can stop the three of you, none of you will take a step forward until I die."
Hun Miesheng flipped his wrist, and then colorful strange fires kept appearing beside him.
Ranked No. 20. Second, the crimson strange fire, the beast spirit fire.
Ranked No.19, pure cyan fire, Qinglian earth heart fire.
Ranked No.15, the dark blue strange fire, Haixinyan.
Ranked No.14, transparent and colorless strange fire, falling heart flame.
Ranked No.12, the silver fire, the Nine Dragons Thunder Fire.
Ranked No.11, the forest white strange fire, the bone spirit cold fire.
Ranked ninth, the purple-black strange fire, the three thousand flames!
There are seven different kinds of strange fires, all of which are concentrated on Hun Mie Sheng.
These seven kinds of different fires surrounded Hun Miesheng neatly, setting off the latter like the Emperor Yan who controlled the flames.
Such a spectacular scene left the other party dumbfounded.
"Don't worry, this battle... I will do my best to let you see, in your eyes, I am a dog... Can I bite off a piece of your meat!"
"Rampant!" Hun Ying and the others quickly reacted from these various strange fire phenomena.
The two five-star fighting saints next to him turned into black shadows, and rushed towards Hun Mie Sheng with a fatal blow at lightning-like speed.
"Haha!" Hun Miesheng laughed boldly, manipulating seven different strange fires to greet him.
Splendid colorful flames swept across the sky in the hands of Hun Miesheng, and the terrifying high temperature caused the space to continuously distort, making the sight blurry.
The power of the fusion of seven completely different different fires was beyond everyone's expectations. The two five-star battle saints were not Hun Miesheng's opponents at all, they were suppressed by Hun Miesheng the whole time, and they were completely tortured.
"The mid-stage of the Six-Star Fighting Saint?" At this moment, Hun Ying also fully saw the strength of Hun Miesheng.
Some time ago, he was only a late four-star Dou Sheng. When did he soar so fast?
You must know that the further you go, the more difficult it is to improve your realm. There is a hurdle between four-star fighting saints and five-star fighting saints, and there is also a huge gap between five-star fighting saints and six-star fighting saints.
Going forward, every time you raise a level, your strength will increase greatly. No matter how talented you are, how powerful you are, you will not be able to achieve cross-border killings again.
He knew that he had to make a move now, otherwise, within a few rounds, these two five-star battle saints would be completely killed by Hun Miesheng!
These two people, but his capable men, are very important!
"Blood Soul Extermination!"
The shadow of the soul formed handprints, and a terrifying bloody and black aura permeated the air. A group of invisible and substanceless cone-shaped existences like ghosts rushed towards the soul that was releasing flames.
Seeing this, Hun Miesheng snorted coldly, and the pitch-black fighting energy mixed with many different fires exploded from his body in an instant, turning into countless phantoms of souls under the horrified eyes of others, and these phantoms formed a strange The formation surrounded it, and knelt down with a devout face. At the same time, ear-piercing soul sound waves came out of its mouth.
"Worship of all souls!"
Countless soul sound waves condensed in front of the Lord of the Soul Palace, and immediately turned into a sound wave sharp arrow, shot out violently, and collided fiercely with the blood soul killing of the soul shadow.
"woo woo woo woo!"
The two attacks collided fiercely, and for a moment, the overwhelming sound of soul humming sounded in the sky, making the faces of the two five-star fighting saints turn pale, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, and immediately their faces were full of shock. Retiring, just the remaining power of the sound wave caused them to be injured.
In the sky, the sound waves collided and spread, and the countless illusory souls around the soul extinction exploded one after another, and were finally blown up, but they themselves, under such protection, did not seem to be too big. damage.
"Haha, is the strength of the Seven Star Fighting Saint just like this?!" Hun Miesheng was surrounded by many strange flames, and his aura even surpassed that of Hun Ying.
"The soul power in the late stage of the heavenly state, the soul dies... You guys hide it so deeply!" Soul Shadow's eyes were full of anger.
Hun Miesheng laughed wantonly, and the temperature emitted by the breath of many different fires slowly burned the surrounding space.
"How? How does it feel to be hindered to this point by a sentence in your mouth?"
"Although the different fire is strong, it also depends on who is controlling it." Hun Ying snorted coldly, not admitting that Hun Miesheng's soul power was similar to his, but just looking for an excuse. Just try to block his own blow.
"Really? Why don't you try my move?" Hun Miesheng condensed the seven different fires around him with his hands, and then fused them together...
The three people on the opposite side were undoubtedly dumbfounded when they saw the act of Hun Mie Sheng merging with different fires.
Is he crazy?
Not to mention the conflict between different fires and different fires, and the terrifying explosive power is enough to destroy most people!
Not to mention that Hun Miesheng is now merging seven different fires together?
But under the shocked gaze, Hun Miesheng slowly appeared a colorful broadsword in his hand.
The scorching heat emanating from this big knife made even Hun Ying feel his mouth dry, and the battle energy in his body was even about to be evaporated.
"This is the epiphany I got from the young patriarch..." Hun Miesheng gave a wicked smile, and then swung the seven-colored broadsword violently at Hun Ying and the others.
The effects of seven completely different different fires are all gathered on this big knife, that is to say, hitting a person with a big knife is equivalent to enduring the torture of seven different fires!
The soul shadow's eyes became completely dark at this moment, and the surrounding space slowly emerged a field composed of black shadows.
Large patches of black slowly spread out like ink. At this moment, Hun Miesheng felt that his movements were slowed down several times.
"As I said, a dog is a dog, and it is impossible to have the power to resist." The black shadow in the soul shadow's pupils glowed brightly, and the pitch-black domain suddenly emitted the wailing sounds of various wronged souls.
(End of this chapter)