The red flames roamed in the white forest, just like the red firebirds walking through the forest. Everywhere they went, dazzling red flames were lit.
The white forest is the battle formation of ghosts. Those white enemies holding weapons or bows and arrows will not take a step back even if death is right in front of them.
Because they themselves do not have the emotion of fear.
Firebird was the red-haired swordsman. The long sword wrapped in rags behind him was still unsheathed, but the surface of his body was already ignited with a red flame as clear as the glow of the sun.
Qian Mo stood in the center of the flames, facing the almost endless ghosts of the white night.
This man walked calmly and slowly on the bluestone street, constantly being shot with bows and arrows, and constantly clashing with sharp blades. But these pure white bows and swords began to burn when they touched the circle of flames. Until it disappears into nothingness.
No attack from the soul can penetrate the burning red flames on his body, as if the fuel of that layer of red flames is pure white soul.
On the contrary, any ghost that comes into contact with him will also be burned to ashes by the flames.
It was as if it was the red lotus fire from hell, possessing the power to burn the soul.
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he stood on a street that was almost in ruins. He was surrounded by countless flowing white mist, just like a white ocean under his feet.
He was independent from the sea of souls, with a slightly lonely expression. No one knew how he did it, because the only man qualified to witness was carrying out his killing.
Those were the purest souls, but they were scattered by him in the simplest way, turning into a sea of souls that could no longer condense into a solid entity on the ground.
The seventh prince of the St Empire seems to always be able to do anything you can't believe.
He looked calmly in the direction of his allies and spoke calmly:
"I'm done here, what about you?"
This sentence broke through the night and reached the man's ears.
The red flame stood still in the forest. He completely ignored the arrows and weapons that followed and spoke quietly:
"That's it. 'Red Lotus'."
As the word slowly came out of his mouth, the red flames around him instantly began to tangle and swell.
The layer of red flames tangled and trembled, gradually spreading out into flames as thin as cicada wings, as if a clear and translucent flame lotus was slowly blooming with him as the center.
It was a flower made entirely of flames. The blood-colored petals that bloomed layer by layer had the temperature of gold and molten iron. The attacks formed by souls melted into nothing like ice and snow the moment they touched the petals, while the successors were not afraid. Keep moving forward.
They are unconscious warriors, immortal, selfless and fearless, so if they are on the battlefield, these white night ghosts will be a nightmare for any army.
But at this moment, none of this can be established.
The power of this exquisite flame lotus to burn the soul is not the purifying burning in the spring of the fourth year of the Qingli calendar. Instead, it purely uses the soul as firewood. The more spiritual bodies pounce on it, the more colorful the lotus will bloom. .
Watching the red lotus bloom from bud to perfection, it seems that the person behind the control of the spirit body finally feels heartache. The ghosts of the white night swarming up begin to recede like the tide, leaving only the flaming lotus blooming in full bloom. The center of the street.
"The red flames unique to the Nihuang clan can be developed by you into such a powerful killing weapon. I really admire you." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he looked at the lotus and said in a calm and thoughtful tone: "This lotus is very interesting. You can Are you considering changing hands?"
"No, there is a master in my family. She always likes this kind of weird stuff. I'm going to keep it as a gift." Honglian began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the blink of an eye Qian Mo appeared, He held the exquisite and clear red lotus flower in his hand, which was as exquisite as if it were carved from the purest red crystal. "It actually burned the souls of thousands of people in such a long time. It's really a heart-warming power."
After saying this, he concentrated on the lotus and tapped it gently, and countless streams of light spread out like fireflies and rose into the sky. After that, he laid the seal and put the lotus into the void: "It's an unexpected harvest, isn't it?"
"It's really kind. If you let go of those soul cores, the power of this fire lotus will be lost by at least half." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he said noncommittally: "Why bother?"
"Although there is no guilt in killing people like this, the essence of killing will not change." Qian Mo shook his head and replied calmly.
"If ordinary Earth Realm experts come here, these ghosts can easily kill dozens of Earth Realm peaks. However, we all have the means to restrain them. Now I really want to know what we will face next." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he smiled and said: "I'm afraid the Eighth Elder is already mobilizing manpower to destroy us. He must guard the center, and the Thirteenth Elder must also maintain the magic circle. I'm really looking forward to whether he will give that weapon to Send it out.”
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Lanyin City Center
The silver-haired young man known as the Eighth Elder looked at the infinite flow of white Milky Way in the crystal ball and sneered slightly: "Prince Xiche is really good at tricks. If it weren't for the Star Lord's order, then I would definitely cut you into pieces. .”
Then he pondered for a moment and said to the silver-haired woman behind him: "You lead a team to monitor them. Remember, you must not take action before the prince draws his sword. As for after drawing the sword, it will be as Xinggui ordered before."
"He is such a proud prince, but he has a sister like you who absolutely restrains him. How ironic."
Xingxi took the order and disappeared silently into the air.
Then the Eighth Elder spoke quietly: "All members of the Formation Eye must gather towards the main road and snipe the two intruders. Of course, killing is allowed."
From countless corners of the city, low voices of obeying orders began to be heard, and a happy smile appeared on his handsome young face.
At this time, another Dark Star member in a silver cloak behind him came forward and whispered admonishment: "Eighth Elder, if we pay such a loss just to get rid of the prince, the Star Lord will definitely not be happy."
The Eighth Elder smiled: "Actually, I feel that as a living sacrifice at the prince's funeral, those ants in this realm are really unqualified."
"He still enjoys the supreme favor of the Star Master and the Great Elder. If he doesn't offer some sacrifices, how can he have the nerve to kill such a great genius."
"If you die, you will die. Anyway, under the heaven, you can have as much as you want."
"But..." The man hesitated, still wanting to dissuade.
The Eighth Elder looked at the black sky and shook his head: "However, it is a pity that such an outstanding genius would put so much thought into a weapon."
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky and laughed wildly, almost losing his temper: "It is really pleasing and exciting to let your sister close those golden eyes with her own hands."
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Xingze opened his hand to stop Ao Xuehua, but in front of them, a black shadow flashed across.
"Is this?" Ao Xuehua wondered: "Aren't they going to guard the formation?"
Xingze smiled: "I'm afraid Xingzhe finally wants to get rid of Brother Xiche. The Star Master is too doting on Brother Xiche. Even Xinggui cannot really kill him. However, if Brother Xiche really kills him, There are so many Dark Star members, so the next cleanup will be a matter of course."
The boy in front of him said this in a logical tone.
But Ao Xuehua doesn’t feel that this is logical:
"Can that scum do it? He is only at the peak of level 28."
The silver-haired boy smiled vaguely: "If it were anyone else, of course it wouldn't be possible."
Then he looked towards the far corner, with unparalleled enthusiasm in his eyes:
"But he is the seventh prince of Ste, the king with a monster living in his body."
Ao Xuehua looked at his expression and couldn't help but be extremely shocked. So the princess decided to change the subject and asked: "So, where is Ye Qing imprisoned? Do you know?"
