"It's not because I am the strongest person in this world! The perfect immortal!"
As the huge mask scolded, the black fire continued to attack the city, while the blue fire ring was unable to withstand it and was dying.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Huaihuang did not move forward to cast the spell, but instead took a step back.
"It's now!"
Then with his low roar, Lu Ran saw an extremely incredible scene, and at the same time he instantly understood the meaning of the words Huaihuang had said to him on top of the Queen of Heaven's statue.
——Brother Lu, what he sees in his eyes is indeed prosperity, but when I stand here, what I see are sacrifices.
——Four thousand roads, each with the blood of my old friends and comrades in the past.
The eight immortals who had been silent behind Huaihuang stepped forward one after another without hesitation——
A mirage appeared, and those who were handsome, mighty, handsome, or terrifying flew into the eight blue flames together with the real bodies of the eight immortals.
As soon as the immortals entered the blue fire, they were instantly burned into a black and gray figure by this overbearing sub-fire.
But theirs remained in the fire, as if leaving an indelible pattern in the fire.
"This..." Faced with this sudden change, Lu Ran was still not confident enough to be ignorant, so he screamed out in surprise.
Those dark and gray figures were drinking with him at the wine table not long ago, laughing and cursing.
Not long ago, they knelt down in front of him one by one and called him Junior Uncle.
Now, like this, almost silently, he dedicated his life and turned into a few bleak and thin shadows.
Lu Ran lowered his head and couldn't bear to look anymore, but he heard Huaihuang growl again: "You guys were so lucky!"
Some people in the blue fire ball laughed, and someone actually replied, "Just be patient."
Hey, not dead?
Lu Ran raised his head from his tearful eyes and saw that in the fire balls in front of him, the eight immortals were either chanting incantations, holding out weapons, or showing their magical powers with those behind them.
The blue fire came back to life and began to fight back. The black fire was blown away without a trace in an instant like a hurricane.
"Array of Change?" The eyes that had disappeared on the huge mask suddenly flashed, and two black fires spurted out from the pupils again, but this time the target was no longer blue fire, no longer a large formation, but Huaihuang myself.
After all, Huaihuang only had the body of a red immortal, and the two black angry fires were enough to directly kill him.
"Yes, it's the formation of change. Master Jiaozun, I've heard of the 'Sky-Destroying Wujizi Fire Formation', but you've definitely never heard of this new formation of mine." Huaihuang didn't dodge, and his words were even calmer than before. many.
The black angry fire reached him and was immediately blocked by a person who appeared behind him.
But it was Liu Ping'er.
Liu Ping'er walked out with her back. She was already short, so the two evil dragon-like angry flames ignored her and tried to pass by her scalp, shoulders and neck.
It's too much, but it's too much.
The two flames of anger were like two evil dragons that were strangled by Liu Ping'er's throat.
Then he was pulled over the shoulder and fell to the ground.
Then Liu Ping'er swung his two thin arms as thin as bamboo poles a few times, and threw the two angry flames on the ground and whipped them several times. In the end, the two angry flames were obediently captured by Liu like two feather belts. The bottle was draped over his body.
Liu Ping'er turned around, and Lu Ran saw that she was holding two rings, one blue and one red, in her hand. The black angry fire was subdued by the rings, trapped in them, and obeyed obediently.
The giant mask raised his eyes, "The fire-flowing skill of the Fire-flowing Fairy is well-deserved."
Liu Ping'er was obviously not so polite to this religious leader, "Stop talking nonsense, today is the day you die!" After scolding here, he did not forget to scold Huaihuang: "Old man, what are you waiting for!"
The two rings in his hands shook and flashed at the same time, and the two black angry flames quickly dissipated like clouds of smoke, returning to formlessness and colorlessness.
When Huaihuang heard Liu Ping'er's words, he was shocked. He took a step back, stood still, raised his head, and let out a breath of dirty air.
Then, he shattered the large black robe and the gray singlet underneath, revealing an old man's body that was too thin.
A body with talismans painted on the chest, back and even the armpits.
"What kind of refining method is this?" The brow on the mask wrinkled again, wondering.
Huaihuang did not answer, but closed his eyes.
Then the talisman on his body suddenly lit up, exactly the same as the blue fire, as blue as ice.
So pure that it can illuminate the blue of the soul.
"This is not the Zihuo Armor, it seems like the Zihuo has been swallowed into the belly and wandered into the meridians." The brows on the mask were twisted and motionless.
On Huaihuang's chest, there was a ring of eight blue fires that was exactly the same as the blue fire ring in front of him, dancing full and full.
But on his back, there was another pattern that Lu Ran had never seen before, eight blue rings, one ring inside another, like a whirlpool in the sea, with eight fires swimming upstream of different blue fires. Walking seems to be surrounding and annihilating.
Lu Ran looked carefully, but the more he looked, the more thrilling he felt.
This talisman was not painted on the body, but engraved on Huaihuang's body.
It's not just carved on the skin, but carved on the flesh, meridians, and even bones.
Huaihuang is a weapon refiner.
But so far, he is just a Red Immortal.
Can't be found, can't be tempered
Therefore, he refined his body into a magic circle.
This is not only a helpless move, but also the most clever concealment in the world.
It was the night when Master Wuqi left, that Huaihuang vaguely made up his mind.
"Oh...I seem to have remembered it! This formation of change comes from that cunning man, called 'Zi Huoba...'" The mask seemed to be startled by what he was thinking, and suddenly shouted, his voice It gradually became smaller again.
Billions of years have passed, and I really can’t remember it clearly.
However, at this moment, Huaihuang suddenly opened his eyes and incompletely read the name that the mask had not finished.
"The Eight Paths of Zihuo eliminate a large formation!"
The eight blue fire rings on the back lit up immediately, and the eight fires ignited fiercely, and finally found their respective positions.
They merge into a line!
Like eight stars in a row, the eight fires gathered their power together, and then spread from the talisman on the back to Huaihuang's arms, and from the arms to his fingers.
Lu Ran saw that there were talismans engraved on the inside of Huaihuang's fingers.
Twisting his fingers, a blue ring shot out, passed through Liu Ping'er, and merged with the blue fire ring on the mask.
"Extinguish the Sky Wujizi Fire Formation", change the formation immediately.
The eight immortals took the lead and set up the fire, one ring at a time.
The eight rings are arranged, and the eight fires are connected.
"I remembered, yes! Yes"
The face above the mask, which was missing a nose, finally showed a trace of panic.
