The breath of the snake's head fell into the surrounding valley under the black wind. The ground suddenly cracked, and hot flames spewed out from the ground. The void reflected a red light, and the dust was shining, making the surroundings gray. Yuan Qingwei looked over the sky, and thought it was extremely shrill, desolate and cold, mysterious and terrifying.

"Is this?" Yuan Qing's expression changed slightly, and his body suddenly retreated dozens of steps.

He had already seen that the flame magma below were not ordinary flames, but similar to the poisonous fire of the earth lung full of earth evil energy, which not only melts gold and erodes iron. As the poisonous fire condensed by the earth's turbid evil energy produced by the earth, this thing is naturally in opposition to the true fire of the sun. Although it is restrained by the true fire of the sun to a certain extent, it is also related to the restraint of water and fire.

Now, compared with the poisonous fires densely covered with the void under the blowing and guidance of the black wind, the Three Fire Light Bell is like falling into a water tank of a volcano, which can't last much time at all, so Yuan Qingwei naturally chose to retreat.

"Can you leave?" The Lord of Storm screamed strangely. The pitch-black storm airflow was three more powerful than before. It rolled up countless magma poisonous fires and turned into a gathering flame tornado, trying to trap Yuan Qingwei in it.

For a moment, the black storm around Yuan Qingwei, coupled with the flying flames, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, spreading in the void, mixing together and forming a piece. Yuan Qing frowned slightly, threw out the Dingkun hammer, pressed down the surrounding flames, and then turned the three-cai Guanyun mirror in his hand to reflect the void, looking for a way out.

Suddenly, a snake head jumped out from the side and bit Yuan Qingwei's head.

The clouds on the three fires are truly shining on the clock. The clouds like fire-burning clouds surround Yuan Qingwei, holding the snake's head, making it unable to fall down. The big open mouth seemed to be supported by an invisible pole and could not be brought together.

Yuan Qingwei took a step back and continued to hold the Sancai Vision Mirror in one hand to reflect the surroundings to prevent sneak attacks. The other hand waved gently, flipped his palm, and swung his long sleeves. A faint golden glow appeared in the long sleeve shirt, directly stirring the snake's head into powder.

"Apride!" The Lord of the Storm let out an angry howl again, and then snake heads continued to fly out of the storm, one of them even knocked Dingkun hammer away.

Yuan Qingwei tried to recall him, but the Lord of the Storm naturally refused, and the two started fighting in the flames storm.

"Resist! The more you resist, the stronger your power is, and when you become a part of me, I will be stronger!" The Lord of the Storm swept up countless flames and storms, consuming the protection of the three fires and light bells on Yuan Qing's micro-top.

At the same time, snake heads rushed out of the storm from time to time, opened their mouths and sprayed out venom, turning into poisonous arrows, attacking Yuan Qingwei, trying to drag Yuan Qingwei down.

"I don't know what's up!" Yuan Qingwei, who has the Yuanshi Realm as a supporter, doesn't care about the consumption of this magic power at all, but the Three Fire Light Bell itself has its limits after all.

Just like modern machines cannot operate at high loads for a long time, no matter how powerful the power of the Sanhuo Flowing Light Bell is, it is impossible to maintain a high level.

Even though Yuan Qingwei's magic power continued to inject it, the range covered by the rays of clouds and the surrounding clouds still disappeared, and in the end there was only a thin layer left.

"Go to die!" The Lord of the Storm let out an roar, and more than a dozen snake heads were entangled, turning into a spear and stabbing straight into Yuan Qingwei's chest.

"Damn it you!" Yuan Qingwei, who had a slightly white complexion, suddenly raised his head, and a small doll appeared in his hand. The doll was very rough in workmanship, like a few pieces of rags spliced ​​together. However, it was very vivid. Anyone could tell at a glance that it was the Lord of the Storm.

A long, slender blood-red needle appeared, and as Yuan Qing reached out and stabbed directly into the doll's eyebrows.

The Lord of the Storm let out a shrill scream, and then a phantom of the Yuanshi Realm suddenly appeared under both sides' feet. The rolling flames around began to calm down, and the broken ground healed again. However, it was the suppression force condensed by the Dingkun Hammer to suppress the earth veins of the Yuanshi Realm, and pressed down the rolling flames of the underground.

At the same time, four spirit stone slabs appeared around Yuan Qingwei, and the Yuanshi Realm power projected out. With a turn of his hand, Jiuxiao Jinshou started and directly pointed at the head of the Lord of Storm. He came.

Blood splattered, the Lord of the Storm's head exploded directly, and countless powers flew out, revealing images of magma, storms, tsunamis and other natural disasters around the Jiuxiao Golden Ribbon. At the same time, various killing auras rolled.

"What is this!" The Taoist powers intertwined, and combined with the remaining blood of the Lord of the Storm, it turned into a huge monster phantom. The monster had a human body, covered with strange feathers, a pair of wings on its back, but hundreds of snake heads grew on its shoulders. The snake heads had sparkling fire in the eyes of these snake heads, and various natural disasters appeared.

When their heads dance, they will collide with each other, making various indescribable sounds, filled with an extremely terrifying and cruel aura.

With his unique image and aura, combined with his original authority exposed by the monster lord, Yuan Qingwei quickly locked in the other party's origin.

"Tifeng!"

The father of demons in Greek mythology is also the king of all demons in the main world, the name of the demon god, and belongs to a member of the Titan tribe in Greek mythology.

According to legend, this guy is taller than a mountain, with a hundred snake heads, covered with feathers and a pair of wings.

However, although the name of Tifeng is terrifying, its power is relatively average in legend.

He was not an opponent of Zeus, the lord of the Greek gods. He was just a story added to the stolen Zeus's thunder scepter and interrupted his thighs.

In addition, his most powerful thing lies in his fertility. More than 60% of the monsters in Greek mythology are his offspring, while the remaining more than 30% are either cursed or descendants of the Neptune.

In Greek mythology, Tifeng is regarded as the limitation of natural disasters such as storms, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, etc.

But in essence, this guy's power was limited in his eyes. The storm belonged to Zeus and his wife's authority, while the tsunami belonged to Poseidon, and the volcano erupted, which was suppressed by Zeus's eldest son, the God of Forging.

Only the authority of the earthquake is still complete because it is the descendant of Gaia, the mother of the earth.

So, this guy came to the Egyptian world to gather the rest of the authority of the disaster and become the Lord of the disaster?

Yuan Qingwei felt the gradually increasing authority and power in the Jiuxiao Golden Ribbon. The rest were not perfect, whether it was a volcanic eruption or a tsunami, and it was not much different from the legend.

"But..." Yuan Qingwei narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled out a slight storm. In this breath of authority, Yuan Qingwei felt a very familiar power, which was the breath that directly hit him out with a thunder after he entered the world.

"So, the thunder god that appeared on the Nile River was Zeus!" Yuan Qing smiled and couldn't help but admire the original water god.
Chapter completed!