Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Samadhi True Fire is originally a high-grade fire for alchemy, but now it has been tempered, which is even more rare.

If he goes through the Eight Wastes Guiyuan Ding to refine it again, he will become the best kind of alchemy fire for alchemy.

Yu Tianxuanhuang cast spells and chanted the incantation, and the Eight Wastes Returning to Yuanding instantly seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light. It was black and shiny, and its volume was also magnified dozens of times.

It was suspended in the air, and the aura radiating from the tripod's body enveloped the surrounding sea of ​​flames.

Yu Tianxuanhuang raised his palms upwards slowly, and suddenly the arrogant sea of ​​flames swelled and swayed, and the flames fluctuated from time to time, but the speed of spreading slowed down instantly, and it seemed to be imprisoned after a while , no longer spread out.

Yutian Xuanhuang chanted a silent incantation, and the light on Bahuang Guiyuan Ding's body became brighter and brighter.

As the human face pattern on Ding's body suddenly opened his mouth and let out a dull roar, the surrounding air pressure was immediately suppressed very low.

There was obviously no wind around, but it was like a gust of wind passing through. In an instant, the flames several feet high were all involved in the cauldron at a fast speed.

But after a while, the sea of ​​fire was completely absorbed by Bahuang Guiyuan Ding.

Only the charred houses were left with black smoke, people in a panic, the survivors of the catastrophe, and...the dead bodies.

Yutian Xuanhuang looked at the messy streets, with a killing intent in his eyes, and said to Feng Xie who was already standing behind him: "Let's deal with the aftermath..."

Feng Xie bowed his head: "It's His Majesty..."

The fire here was extinguished, and those faded demon cultivators rushed over one after another. They all knelt on the ground, kowtowed devoutly to Yutian Xuanhuang, and said words of gratitude and praise in a disorderly manner.

In their eyes, the Demon Emperor is their only true god.

Yu Tianxuanhuang raised his sleeves lightly: "Get up, now is not the time to kowtow, there are many casualties, you are responsible for clearing the scene and treating them, and immediately distribute detoxification pills to them."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After the fire was resolved, Yutian Xuanhuang was ready to go back.

But as soon as it was disintegrated into the air, there was a rumbling explosion. The sound was very loud and deafening, but it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.

Yutian Xuanhuang stopped, and after he looked around, his purple eyes suddenly became darker, and finally shot out two purple lights, passing through the clouds, he could see thousands of miles away.

His Tianhe Navy has already begun to fight against Huo Xuan who had been arranged earlier.

Yutian Xuanhuang snorted coldly, he knew that this fire was just a prelude, Tianjun's real tricks were still to come.

That old guy has reached the end of the road, but he still doesn't want to repent. He really should be skinned and cramped.

With Huo Xuan and Qing Nightmare Demon Lord present, Yu Tian Xuanhuang didn't worry too much.

The Celestial Clan has fallen, and the Heavenly Monarchs have run away without a trace. Those Tianhe water troops must have lost their morale, their combat effectiveness is extremely low, so what if they have a large number of people, they are nothing more than mobs.

Suddenly, Yutian Xuanhuang's body shook.

No, no... Although there are many heavenly armies fighting, there are at most [-] or [-] of them, so where is the rest?

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The lower realm has completely fallen into chaos, and the heavenly army that Tiangong Tianjun stayed behind to suppress, suppress, rebel, and rebel elements is retreating steadily. Except for a few palaces that are still in the hands of the heavenly army, most of the sites have been captured by the rebellious gods.

In the Golden Palace of Yaochi, the Queen of Heaven was still immersed in the joy of escaping from the palace where Tianjun was beaten.

A golden light flashed across the bronze mirror, and a vague figure fell in front of Tianhou.