He was surrounded by blazing fire. The flame seemed to give him endless power, making him look like a god bathing in a sea of fire. His red hair was fluttering in the heat, and every strand seemed to be burning with flames. However, this flame is no ordinary flame, it has the magic power to change colors.
As time went by, the flame on the boy gradually changed. It gradually changes from fiery red to deep black. Black flames jumped on his body, as if a giant dragon was tumbling behind him. It is a dark and powerful force that makes people feel both scared and mysterious.
At this moment, a miracle happened. Behind the boy, the image of a huge three-headed dragon began to appear. The three dragon heads opened at the same time, as if to show the world its endless power and authority. Countless divine soldiers descended from the sky and landed beside him, as if paying tribute to him. Each of these magic soldiers was wearing golden armor and looked majestic. Their appearance filled the entire battlefield with a murderous atmosphere.
The red-haired boy rushed forward again, this time his target was directly at Moravi. He is faster than the wind and faster than lightning. Behind him, the three-headed dragon seemed to be roaring happily, while the divine soldiers were waving their weapons uniformly, as if cheering for their master.
When Morovi saw this scene, he couldn't help showing a solemn expression. He knew that this red-haired boy was no longer a simple enemy. The dark power contained in him and the blessing of divine weapons make him an opponent that cannot be underestimated. However, Morovi was no easy target. He was ready to unleash his strongest attack against the red-haired boy. A fierce battle is about to begin, and the outcome will be unpredictable.
A chilling atmosphere filled the air, making people feel an indescribable heaviness and fear. Suddenly, Morovi's deep and majestic voice echoed in the air. His voice seemed to travel through time and space, carrying an ancient and mysterious power. He calls out to the tombstone of Heaven in a unique way, seeming to be having an invisible dialogue with it.
Following Moravi's call, the Tiandao tombstone began to emit a faint light, which was a light coming from the deep darkness, bright and dazzling. Then, countless Heavenly Punishments flew out from the tombstone. They seemed to be alive, twisting and circling in the air, forming terrifying attacks.
Some of those heavenly punishments resemble thunder and lightning, some resemble ancient runes, and some resemble mysterious totems. With the sound of breaking through the air, they swept toward the crazy red-haired boy with unstoppable momentum. The red-haired boy was standing on the top of a mountain not far away. His eyes were crazy and chaotic, as if he was suffering some unspeakable pain.
It was a kind of struggle and confrontation from the heart. His body was shaking, his hair was dancing in the wind, and his eyes were flashing with red flames. He was like a wild beast that had lost his mind, using all his strength to struggle and resist. However, in the face of those attacks from heaven, he seemed to have no power to fight back.
Those heavenly punishments struck him repeatedly, each attack causing him to convulse in pain. His body was struck by lightning, leaving streaks of charred black marks; his skin was scratched by ancient runes, bleeding bloody tears; his soul was shaken by the touch of the mysterious totem, as if it was about to be torn apart.
However, no matter how hard the red-haired boy struggled and resisted, the attacks of those heavenly punishments never stopped. They kept pouring out from the Tiandao tombstone and kept hitting the young man who was already on the verge of collapse. His voice was hoarse, his eyes were empty, and his body was exhausted.
At that moment, it seemed that he was no longer the red-haired boy full of energy and strength, but a puppet controlled by pain and despair. His struggle and resistance seemed to have become meaningless, and he could only silently bear the attacks of those heavenly punishments.
However, just when he was about to give up, a powerful force surged out from deep in his heart. It is a power that transcends pain and despair, a power that comes from the deepest part of life. He began to use all his strength to fight against the attacks of those heavenly punishments.
His hair danced in the wind, and his eyes glowed with red fire. He used his own strength to fight against those heavenly punishments, and his own will against those attacks.
A fiery figure stood there, like a burning flame. It was a red-haired boy, his hair flying like flames, complementing the passion gushing from his eyes. He held a spear tightly in his hand, and black flames spread from the tip of the spear, like an angry black dragon.
The red-haired boy closed his eyes tightly, and all his strength seemed to be concentrated on the spear. Black flames shot out from the tip of the spear, forming a scorching shadow and rushing towards Moravi. The flame seemed to be filled with endless anger and violence, and nothing could stop it from moving forward.
Wherever it passed, the earth was scorched black and the air was roasted and twisted, as if even space was afraid of its blazing heat. The flying fragments, dust, and even the moisture in the air were burned without a trace the moment they came into contact with the black flames. It is a force that destroys everything, and anything that comes into contact with it cannot escape the fate of being burned through.
Moravi, the once arrogant Moravi, became terrified in front of the black flames.
, a figure like black flames leaped into view. That was Morowi, and his expression completely changed. It was a sign of deep fear and fear. His pupils shrank instantly, like a honeycomb that had been pricked by a needle, trembling in a chaotic yet orderly manner. In his hands, an invisible force was gathering, like a sleeping volcano, brewing with explosive power.
In an instant, a powerful domain force burst out, like stars in the dark night, suppressing the red-haired boy. It was a show of strength, a statement of power. The red-haired boy was like a small boat rocking in the huge waves. Although he tried his best to resist, he was still pulled by the force and could not break free.
However, at this moment, a tall figure appeared next to Mu Yu. He is like a towering mountain, tall and tough. His hands also opened the field and protected the red-haired boy. His eyes were as deep as the sea, shining with the light of wisdom. His smile is like the spring sunshine, warm and dazzling.
The tall figure shines like the sun, and the power of the domain is like a golden halo, surrounding him and the red-haired boy he protects. His presence is like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the road ahead and giving him the power of hope.
Faced with such changes, Morovi's face became even more ugly. His eyes flashed with anger and fear. He knew that this tall figure also had great power. This kind of power made him feel unprecedented pressure.
The red-haired boy Ren Hua stood on a wide grassland, his red hair shining in the sun like a burning flame. His eyes were firm and resolute, like steel tempered in the fire. In front of him, a tall man stood quietly, his figure looking mighty and majestic in the sunlight.
Ren Hua looked at the tall man dissatisfied, his eyes full of provocation and stubbornness. Although he is young, his eyes are full of firm belief and courage. He didn't understand the man's behavior, and he felt that the man's actions were unfair.
The tall man looked at Ren Hua and smiled, but did not speak. He stepped forward, took Ren Hua's place, and faced Morowi who had opened the realm of heavenly punishment. His third eye domain crushed away, like a bright light piercing the sky, illuminating the entire world in an instant.
Ren Hua stood there, watching the man face Morowi, his heart filled with tension and expectation. He knew that the man had to take his place because he had more important tasks to complete. He looked at the man's back, his heart filled with awe and gratitude. He knew that the man stood in this dangerous position to protect him.
In the realm of Heaven's Eye, the man's tall and mighty figure stands between heaven and earth, like a mountain peak, firm and stable. His eyes were as deep as the sea, shining with bright light of wisdom, as if he could penetrate all mysteries. His sight was like a sharp sword, cutting through the air and seeing through every subtle move of the opponent, even the deepest hidden intention of attack.
He observed in silence, like a cheetah lurking in the dark, waiting for its prey to reveal its flaws. His gaze was like a torch, condensed into a bright light, illuminating the dark field. He can see all the weaknesses of the opponent's attack, and those shining points like flaws have nowhere to hide in front of his eyes. He smiled, and that smile was full of confidence and authority.
Then, he took action. There were no gorgeous movements or loud shouts, only a piercing sound echoed in the air. With a slight tap of his finger, as if it was a judgment of fate, the weak spot collapsed instantly, and the power in the domain scattered like torn tissue paper. He defeated the opponent from the weak point, like a spider web breaking through glass, fragile and unable to resist.
In the realm of heavenly punishment in Moravi, the situation is another story. There was chaos and darkness, with only occasional flashes of lightning and thunder breaking the silence. This is a cruel world, and every inch of the land is full of majesty and power. Moravi sat on a high throne, and his eyes reflected the endless void and broken world.
When the tall man broke into this area, Morovi just raised his eyes slightly, as if he was looking at a tiny insect. He waved his hand gently, and a huge force was released from his fingers, hovering in the air like a giant dragon. Then, it suddenly pounces on the opponent, completely shrouding the opponent in its shadow.
It was the power of a divine punishment, which ruthlessly tore apart the opponent's defense and shattered his strength. It surges like a torrent, drowning the opponent in its fury. It is an irresistible force that makes one unable to escape and can only be crushed in it.
The confrontation between the two begins. This is a contest between giants, a contest between divine punishment and insight. Their every movement and every power is like world-class destruction and creation. And in this contest, their eyes were so firm and majestic. They are like unshakable mountains, no matter what kind of wind and rain hit them, they cannot be shaken. This is a battle of their realms and a battle of their wills.
The duel between Morovi and Yang Xian is ongoing. The atmosphere around the two was so tense that it seemed to be on fire.
Moravi's hands shone with a strange light, as if he had drawn mysterious power from the nine heavens. He recited ancient mantras, and his voice echoed in the air, making the listener feel a strong sense of oppression. As the last syllable fell, the Sword of the Emperor of Heaven appeared out of thin air in the hands of Moravi.
This is an extraordinary sword. The sword body exudes a pale blue light, as if it is frozen with endless ice. There is a huge gem inlaid on the hilt of the sword, which is like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with endless light. Driven by the power of Moravi, it slowly rises, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.
At the same time, Yang Xian also completed his summons. His hands held a three-pointed, two-edged knife, and the blade shone with an icy cold light. This knife seemed to have life, as if at Yang Xian's call, it jumped out of the void and appeared in his hand.
Yang Xian shouted loudly, and the three-pointed two-edged sword drew a dazzling trajectory in the air, slashing towards Moravi with thunderous momentum. At the edge of the blade, thunder roared and the wind roared, as if even the world would be destroyed under this blade.
But Morovi did not flinch. He calmly waved the Sword of the Emperor of Heaven in his hand. A bright blue light gathered at the tip of the sword, like a sword edge at dawn, and it instantly slashed towards Yang Xian's blade.
Two powerful forces collided in the air, creating a devastating shock wave. The air was instantly sucked out, and everything around him trembled under the force. Whether it was dust or gravel, it became extremely heavy at this moment, as if it was about to crush the backbone of the earth.
However, under this power, neither Morovi nor Yang Xian flinched. Their eyes were full of firmness and determination, as if under this power, their beliefs became stronger. Their figures looked particularly tall in the light, as unshakable as mountains.
The duel was still going on, but it was beyond words. This is a collision of forces and a battle of beliefs. Regardless of the outcome, they have become the bravest warriors on this earth.
Mu Yu's clone was as towering as a mountain, standing in the void. His figure was like an invisible cage, slowly pressing towards the opponent named Clark. The cage seemed to have vitality, and its edges shone with a cold metallic sheen, as if announcing its next fate.
At the same time, Mu Yu's body stood in the sky, surrounded by blazing flames. The flame was as blazing as the sun, and its temperature was so high that it seemed to be able to twist and deform the air. This is Mu Yu's true sun fire. It is like a blazing sun, lighting up the entire dark void.
On the other side, the red-haired boy Ren Hua also joined the battle. He was holding a flame gun, and the fire seemed to be alive in his palm. His figure was like a red meteor, cutting through the void and rushing towards Clark with the determination to destroy everything.
The attacks from the three parties intertwined instantly, triggering a huge energy storm. It was a scene of red and golden flames intertwined, they devoured each other and resisted each other, while the surrounding void was torn into pieces by the aftermath of the battle.
Suddenly, the heaven and earth changed, and a mysterious power fluctuation instantly filled the entire space. Their battle seemed to be torn apart, and an ancient and solemn ruin rose from the ground, like a huge stone monument, standing between heaven and earth.
The ruins exude an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if they were narrating thousands of years and witnessing the vicissitudes of history. Its existence is like the fulcrum of the world, dividing their battle in two and separating the two people who were originally intertwined.
Around the ruins, the air seemed to solidify, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. The figures of Mu Yu and Clark looked particularly small against the backdrop of the ruins.
Ruins are scattered across the barren ancient land, standing in boundless silence. These ruins bear witness to the prosperity and glory of ancient times, and also carry the vicissitudes and secrets of countless years. They are witnesses of a lost civilization, and every stone and every carving is full of echoes of history.
At this time, a strange aura began to fill the ruins. It is like an ancient soul that has been sleeping for thousands of years and is awakened by the arrival of Mu Yu. It was a primitive power, a wild and powerful breath, which stirred up ancient memories deep in the ruins.
The stone walls of the ruins seemed to begin to respond to this breath, and the carvings on their surfaces seemed to be shining with a mysterious light. The entire ruins began to shake slightly, as if cheering for the return of the ancient demon clan. Those sleeping demon clans, the Demon King Valley lineage that was sealed deep in the ruins, began to feel the call of this aura.
Suddenly, a huge crack opened in the middle of the ruins, as if opening a passage from the chaos. From the crack, a powerful aura rose into the sky. It was the pressure of the ancient demon clan and the domineering aura of the Demon King Valley. They were awakened by Mu Yu's breath and reappeared in this world.
It was an indescribable sight, with powerful demonic energy reverberating in the air, and every inch of the ruins seemed to be given life. The figures of the ancient demon clan began to appear in the ruins. Their power and domineering power seemed to have traveled through thousands of years, directly impacting Mu Yu's soul.
At this special moment, the Dongshen lineage finally woke up from the long silence. As the inheritor of this lineage, Mu Yu is respected as a leader. He stood in front of the ancient temple, facing the turbulent sky, and thousands of people who admired him. His eyes were firm and steady, which reflected his firm belief in the future and his firm commitment to responsibility.
In his body, you can see the aura of Xi and the Empress, and you can also see the glory of the Dongshen lineage. He is the embodiment of God's brilliance in the world, a symbol of hope, and a symbol of leadership. At this moment, he announced to the world with his own existence: The Eastern God lineage has awakened again.
