The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 137 Flame Spark

Sure enough, the old master tricked him, and he shouted angrily: "You dare to say that I don't have Yan Xinghuo, I will release you now and burn you to death."

"I'm so old, I'm blowing you off." Mo Huasong was secretly proud.

Come on, I'm thinking of getting the ground fire, to refine the threat of the black will-o'-the-wisp.

The black ghost fire is getting stronger and stronger. While Mo Huasong feels that the opponent is easy to use, he is also worried that if the black ghost fire is too strong, it will be harmful to him.

Although the black will-o'-the-wisp has no effect on him now, who knows what will happen in the future?

Only by refining this ancient and special black ghost fire can the trouble in my heart be eliminated.

Ever since the black will-o'-the-wisp entered his body that day, he regarded his body as his home.

When he used the nigger fire, it would go back into his body when he was done, and he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

"boom."

Three meters above Mo Huasong's head, there was a sudden loud noise, and then a hole was revealed.

A red light suddenly appeared, and then something like a spark shot out from the hole.

Even if it is like the red star, it is scorching like the sun, the temperature suddenly reaches more than 100 degrees, and the cave wall is so hot that it starts to turn red.

And the surrounding cave walls are burning, which is the horror of the ground fire.Even if there is no flammable material, it can burn.

It is estimated that it will not take long for the cave wall to be burned to some extent.

If people were inside, they would be burned to the ground.

No wonder the old master of the Mukong faction is so confident, as long as he releases this spark, no martial artist, no matter how powerful the martial arts is, can't escape.

"I don't die, you Mabi, is this your Yan Xinghuo?" Mo Huasong cursed angrily.

But because of the appearance of this terrible Mars, the sound transmission system has been destroyed, and it can no longer transmit sound.

It turns out that this spark is only a part of Yan Xinghuo, maybe not even one percent, how can the black ghost fire be refined?
When the black ghost fire in Mo Huasong's body saw a small part of the spark, it felt as if it had been injected with chicken blood. It did not allow Mo Huasong's consent, so it ran out by itself and directly wrapped the spark.

In just a moment, the temperature in the pit returned to normal, not so hot.

And the raging fire that was still burning in the cave wall just now was also absorbed by the black ghost fire.

"Damn it, this nigger fire has swallowed up all the other fires." Mo Huasong cursed in his heart.

There is an indescribable connection between the black ghost fire and Mo Huasong, and now he can feel that the black ghost fire is more than twice as powerful as before.

"Old man, where are you Mabi, I will kill you." Mo Huasong screamed angrily.

Originally, Mo Huasong was thinking that when the Yan Xinghuo came out, he could collect it and use it to refine the black will-o'-the-wisp.

Fortunately now, not only has the black ghost fire not been refined, but it has also doubled in strength.

I don't know where this black ghost fire is sacred, it can swallow all other fires that are weaker than it, and use it to strengthen it.

What is this called?Steal chickens without losing money.

"Go up." Mo Huasong angrily let the black ghost fire rush up.

The black ghost fire rushed towards it, and the ten-centimeter-thick iron plate was burned.

Mo Huasong flew up and shouted angrily, "Sword Spirit, check the situation inside the Mukong Sect."

"Master, there are cries in the building a few hundred meters to the right." Sword Spirit replied.

Mo Huasong flew there without saying a word.

In front of the building, dozens of people surrounded an old man in black lying on the ground, weeping softly.

The old man's face was like old bark, and his body was as weak as a dying man.

"Don't cry, I used to rely on the energy of Yan Xinghuo, and I couldn't live for a few years. Now I can kill that terrible person, which is not bad." The old man said weakly: "I can't stay here anymore. If After a while, when you find that the fire is burning this way, leave immediately. I can’t look after you in the future, it’s all up to you.”

Mo Huasong said coldly: "They cannot leave."

These people will definitely hate him to the bone, so he will not let these people leave alive.

"Yes, it's you?" The old man trembled when he heard Mo Huasong's voice, and immediately looked up at him. "You turned into a ghost?"

"Ghost sister, I'm human." Mo Huasong cursed angrily.

"Impossible, just now I clearly released Yan Xinghuo, there is no way you are still alive." The old man didn't believe it.

You must know that Yan Xinghuo is very scary. If there is no something to restrain it, their Mukong faction will be burned, not to mention that he can still get energy from Yan Xinghuo, thus prolonging his life.

Mo Huasong asked: "Your spark is just a tiny bit, with only one percent of the energy. Where did you get it? Where are the other sparks?"

"Only one percent?" The old man showed relief on his face. "No wonder, it is said that the ground fire is very terrifying, and it is impossible to restrain it with a weapon."

Suddenly, the old man still shook his head and said, "Even if it's only one percent, the temperature of the fire is at least over 1000 degrees, and it's not something you can resist."

Seeing that the old man didn't know about Yan Xinghuo, Mo Huasong didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he directly used the black ghost fire to kill them all.

This black will-o'-the-wisp is indeed a good thing for killing and destroying corpses. In the blink of an eye, it can wipe out dozens of people without leaving any traces.

Mo Huasong took out his mobile phone from the storage ring and called the pilot, and the call was connected soon.

"Master, the plane has just landed in a safe place, have you arrived at Mukong School now?" the pilot asked.

"I've already wiped out the Mukong faction. Come and pick me up in the open space in front of the Mukong faction. Let's go to the star gate now." Mo Huasong replied.

"What? You, you've already settled the matter?" The pilot couldn't believe his ears.

Before coming, Pang Yishan specifically told the pilot to report to them about Mo Huasong in detail.

The pilot had just let the plane land, and was about to tell Pang Yishan that Mo Huasong might be arriving at Mukong School soon.

I didn't expect Mo Huasong to call now, saying that the Mukong faction had been wiped out. How could this be possible?
But no matter how suspicious the pilot was, he dared not disobey Mo Huasong's order.

He immediately hung up the phone and flew the helicopter towards Mukongpai.

Because of the positioning, the pilot quickly came to the open space of Mukongpai.

The pilot nervously looks around, and if something is wrong, he will fly the helicopter immediately.

But in such a large open space, Mo Huasong was the only one standing there.

A gust of wind blew by, picking up Mo Huasong's windbreaker, as if he was king of the world.

Mo Huasong got on the helicopter and told the pilot: "Let's go."

"Yes, master." The pilot hurriedly drove the helicopter.

After the helicopter reached a high altitude, the pilot secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Master, did you really destroy the Mukong faction by yourself?"

"Well, this is just a trivial matter. Tell Pang Yishan about the situation here." After speaking, Mo Huasong closed his eyes and practiced.

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