The Man tribe goes north, thousands of miles away.

This place is deserted.

This place is dead and silent.

A red light suddenly arrived.

A cloud light followed.

One by one, one by one, hovering over here.

"It's easy to kill you, and it doesn't need to be affected, but I'm also a cautious person."

The voice in the red light said slowly: "Avoid unnecessary trouble, this is your burial place... I will burn you to ashes and sprinkle it on it."

"That depends on your ability."

Qingyuan's eyes were slightly condensed.

Taoism is not widely spread, even if it is so powerful.

Similar to the sceneryless wind in all directions, it can affect the sea area thousands of miles and set off a huge tsunami, but it is even more terrifying and powerful. For example, the ancient mountain kills the god finger, with one finger, can scatter the mountains, but condenses in one finger, and almost nothing can be seen through, and can be broken with one finger.

Even the fire line magic is the same, as a subtle line, sharp and sharp, penetrating everything.

But the real fighting method of letting go is inevitably affected.

The collision of spells and the radiance of power swept away... even those who cast the spell could not control it.

Qingyuan did not want to affect the Barbarian tribe, and the evil gods did not want to hurt the believers.

There is another point.

In the Barbarian tribe, although the tribe believers have become hesitant about Qingyuan and the belief in evil gods, there are still some suppression of one rise and the other rise, although subtle, but they still exist after all.

Changing a position is quite beneficial to Qingyuan.

But the evil god also changed his position, so his mind was quite complicated... He did not regard Qingyuan as an ant that could be easily killed, so he was more cautious to avoid affecting the believers of the Barbarians. But He did not take Qingyuan too seriously, otherwise He would not give up the subtle "local advantage" in the Barbarians.

"A master, I see how capable you are!"

A flame burst out from the red light.

The flames form rings, with sharp spikes on the outer ends, and rotate in an instant.

Divine Technique! Vulcan Wheel!

"There are only so many abilities..."

Qingyuan stretched out his hand and the middle dantian vibrated. The immortal fire true flame burst out with a wisp of breath. With the magic power converted into fire in his body, he pointed it from his fingers and fell on the back of the ancient mirror.

So a fire appeared on the back of the ancient mirror, condensed into a ring, with fine spikes on the outer end, turning.

It is also the Vulcan Wheel!

...

East of the Manchu tribe.

"Do you want to follow?" Mr. Wen turned his head and looked at Fang Ming.

The fire, the mulberry and the pungent are full of thirst, and they also turned their attention to it.

Unconsciously, this calm and intelligent young monk from Middle-earth had already gained a position of leading decision-making among the four.

Fang Ming also noticed this and thoughts moved. He also valued the skills of these three people. If he could conquer them for himself... But the thoughts arise and then disappear. After all, life and death are worrying at this moment, and thinking too long is ridiculous.

"Can't go..." Fang Ming shook his head and said, "Not to mention that they were flying in the clouds and fog, and they escaped very quickly. We may not be able to catch up, nor may we be able to go. Just say that now, it is not good to go... They were fighting here before, and they were still concerned about the people of the Barbarians, but when they went to other barren places and let go, it was inevitable that they would affect them. Although we have some knowledge of the Tao, we may not be able to save our lives under the remaining power of the fighting power of people like them."

It makes sense for the three of them to hear this.

Mr. Wen pondered for a moment and asked, "What should I do next?"

Fang Ming looked up and said, "We are too low in our Taoist practice. In the scene where they let go of their hands and feet to fight, sneak attacks are useless. Any action is in vain. Now it's just a matter of fate."

When Mr. Wen heard this, his heart sank, but there seemed to be no other way.

This old man in his seventies has always been resourceful. Even the God of Fire often asks for his meaning when he encounters things.

Among the monks who were subdued by the God of Fire, he has always been the leader. First, he is old and has broad knowledge, second, he is also good at teaching and stable in his mind. Third, he is also well-versed in planning and has a high mindset, so he can be regarded as a strategist.

But now, even he... was headed by Fang Ming without realizing it.

"This young man..." Old Wen looked at him with a slight change.

This young man named Fang Ming was deceived by Master Yu to the Barbarian tribe and was subdued by the Fire God. This alone made Mr. Wen slightly despised. After a while, Fang Ming was still relatively mediocre and ordinary, with little excellence, so Mr. Wen did not pay much attention to it.

But this time after going out and encountering Mr. Kiyohara, the young man's words and deeds were quite wise.

In the past, he was just hiding his weaknesses under the hands of the God of Vulcan?

He was deceived by Master Yu, and he had some difficulties?

"Old Wen..." Fang Ming's voice interrupted the old man's thoughts, "Go to the Manchu tribe and appease everyone... That Mr. Qingyuan is not a cruel and ruthless person and does not want to hurt innocent people, while the Fire God regards the people of this tribe as believers and does not want to be hurt. Next, we start from the Manchu tribe. Whether the last one comes to Mr. Qingyuan or the Fire God, it will add a little favor."

When Mr. Wen heard this, there was some truth, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help but ask, "Who do you think can win?"

Fang Ming was a little silent when he heard this, and then said, "From the Taoist practice, the Fire God's cultivation level should be higher...From the ability, Qingyuan used all the Fire God's techniques. Of course, perhaps he didn't need to use his own Taoist techniques at all, or perhaps his own Taoist techniques are very ordinary and not as good as magical techniques. Then, from all aspects, I'm afraid that the Fire God's victory will be higher..."

Mr. Wen nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "I think so too."

The other two people also signaled the same.

However, at this moment, Fang Ming said: "But it comes from the premonition of the monks, I always feel that... this Mr. Kiyohara is even more unfathomable."

The other three were stunned, only to feel that his words were absurd.

The three of them were not as young as Fang Ming. They had been under the command of the God of Vulcan for many years. The God of Vulcan was suppressed in their hearts and almost established an invincible momentum.

Although the three of them also hoped that Mr. Kiyohara would win, they also believed that Mr. Kiyohara had some chance to win.

But in their hearts, they were still more inclined toward the Vulcan.

If not, why should I come back to the Manchu army to take risks and try to adapt to the situation and avoid being settled by the Fire God Qiu Hou?

"I'm just a gut feeling."

Fang Ming laughed at himself and said, "Don't take it seriously."

...

Thousands of miles north of the Manchu tribe.

Two Vulcan wheels collided together.

It immediately exploded into infinite flames.

This desolate land has set off a vast sea of ​​fire.

The land is burning.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and the red light was like fog.

The clouds in the sky are dyed with the luster of flames.

"You have indeed learned all the magical skills of this class."

The voice of the evil god is filled with an incredible smell. Although there have been long speculations, it is still unbelievable at this moment.

"Stolen this magical art is better than me. What method are you doing?"

"Is it a mysterious method that imitates the method of this post?"

"Or it is to use that treasure mirror to form the same reflection as this magical art?"

As the shouting sounded, the red light gradually spread, covering several miles of circles.

Kiyohara took a step back and exited the red light range. He listened to the shouting and said lightly: "I cast the spell myself, haven't you seen it?"

This is not an imitation, nor is it a reflection.

This is the spell cast from Kiyohara.

The evil god suddenly fell silent.

Then there was a flame rushing into the sky.

That's rage!
Chapter completed!