The strongest talent tree

Chapter 1439 I Zhu Rong

"What a terrifying pressure, what a terrifying high temperature!" Feng Hao's heart tightened instantly, "San'er, why are you still standing there? The pressure can't be stopped, but you should be able to stop the high temperature, right?"

Yao Yatou has also been roasted by the high temperature and screamed: "It's burned to death! It's burned to death!"

Then she activated her own blood without hesitation, and the blood-red ice crystal blood armor instantly wrapped around her delicate and graceful body.

But at this time, Sanshuo Huo had a frightened expression as if he was facing a powerful enemy. He was so panicked that he could not speak.

"Damn it, hurry up! You want me to be cooked!" Feng Hao urged angrily, there was no way, the temperature of this pressure was too high, even in the white wolf form, It’s a bit unbearable.

"It's not that I don't take action, it's that I can't move at all." Sansuihuo said with a stiff face: "The other party seems to be coming towards me."

Feng Hao looked startled, and then he noticed that Three Seconds of Fire seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all. For a moment, Feng Hao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and subconsciously wanted to pull Three Seconds of Fire back to the sea of ​​consciousness, but failed. Found that to no avail at all.

In this situation, anyone who is not a fool can see how terrifying the opponent's strength is. Although the opponent is probably coming for Three Seconds of Fire, as the host and brother of Three Seconds of Fire, Feng Hao is naturally extremely anxious.

Just kidding, three seconds of fire is one of his trump cards, and after so many years, he has already formed a lifelong relationship with him. It is absolutely impossible for him to give up three seconds of fire on his own initiative.

Just as Feng Hao was thinking wildly and his face was cloudy and uncertain, the girl Yao in the ice crystal blood armor had a relaxed expression on her face, she saw her with a fork in her waist, pointed around and yelled: "Where is the bastard, dare to follow me?" Is this lady pretending to be a ghost? Get out of here quickly!"

"Hey, you're not coming out, are you?" Yao Yatou said mockingly, "Believe it or not, I'm looking for someone to come and beat you all over the place!"

Facts have proved that Yao Yatou's fearlessness of death is still somewhat useful. No, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw a gust of fire and wind whistling over, transforming into an old man with red hair and a fierce face. I don't know. I thought it was the Fire Cloud Evil God in martial arts novels.

"What a sharp-tongued little girl." The red-haired old man snorted. Seeing the Yao girl's calm appearance under his pressure, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "Huh? A little hundred-level magician, actually Can withstand the coercion of this deity."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the Yao girl in front of him, and looked at her with interest.

"Death background, let me go——! Do you know who my master is? I'll scare you to death if I tell you!" Yao Yatou struggled with her teeth and claws.

Seeing Yao Yatou being arrested, Feng Hao became extremely nervous. However, under the terrifying pressure of the old man, he could not move even an inch, "Senior, if you are angry at me, come at me. There is no need to quarrel with a little girl!"

It's a pity that the red-haired old man didn't take him seriously at all. He inspected the ice crystal blood armor on Yao girl's body, and said in admiration: "I didn't expect such a magical blood in the world, but it's a pity that the old man hates it the most." It’s a pity, it’s really a pity.”

"Old red-haired ghost, if you have the guts to let me down, this lady will fight alone with you!" Yao girl's violent temper continued.

"Little girl, tell me, where did you come from? Who is your master?" the red-haired old man asked with interest.

When the Yatou girl saw this, she suddenly became very proud: "I'll scare you to death if I tell you. My surname is Xiyue and my name is Yao. I live in the Ancient Cang Realm. My master is Taixu. How about it? Are you scared? Why don't you hurry up? Let me go?"

"Headmaster Taixu?" The red-haired old man smiled disapprovingly: "The old bird of Jehovah has died in my hands. Do you think I will still be afraid of a new Headmaster Taixu?" Yao Yatou Xiaoxiao Her face was shocked, and she was speechless for a moment. Others didn't know the name Jehovah, but she knew it.

In the Old Testament era of Yahweh and the Taixu Sect, the last headmaster, although he disappeared at the end, is still known as the top few headmasters of all ages to this day.

The old red-haired monster in front of him could actually say the name of Jehovah, and even said that Jehovah died in his hands. Regardless of whether it was true or not, just being able to say the name of Jehovah in one sentence is enough to show that this person has extraordinary strength. .

Just when Yao Yatou was shivering in fear, the red-haired old man seemed to realize something, and asked with a strange expression: "By the way, what did you just say? Are you from the Ancient Cang Realm?"

"What? Do you know our Ancient Cang Realm?" Yao Yatou has already lost the confidence she had just now, and her tone is completely insistent.

"Gu Cangjie, whose surname is Xiyue, isn't that right? Don't the bloodlines of the Ice Clan look like this?" The red-haired old man muttered with doubtful eyes, "Hey, girl, do all the bloodlines of your family look like yours?"

"Why do you ask this?" Yao Yatou asked warily.

"Stop talking nonsense, just say whatever I ask you." The red-haired old man said impatiently.

Yao Yatou couldn't help but shrink her neck and said angrily: "Of course not, this young lady has a rare mutant bloodline."

"Mutated bloodline? That makes sense. It makes sense when you think about it. Except for the frost bloodline of the Xiyue clan, how could other races mutate such a heaven-defying bloodline." The red-haired old man smiled brightly, and then looked at everyone's stunned eyes. Next, he casually threw Yao Yatou back to where he was, "Since you are a descendant of the Four Saint Clan, I won't embarrass you. Go home to your master as soon as possible. Don't delay me from doing my business!"

Yao Yatou was stunned for a long time. She didn't expect the other party to get past her so easily. "Hey, Hongmao... er... senior, why did you let me go so quickly?"

"Go, go, go, why are there so many?" The red-haired old man waved his hands impatiently, then fixed his eyes on Sansuihuo with glaring eyes, and drooled: "Hahaha, God will not kill me, and here I am. At the critical moment, send me a fire, or a fire that only evolves to an advanced form~!"

After saying that, he casually pulled the three-second fire into his hand, and he was so happy that he couldn't help but smile: "Not bad, not bad, it's still a small fire with its own origin, it's perfect!"

"What are you going to do?!" Sanshuo Huo was already pale and trembling with fear.

The red-haired old man grinned badly, and without speaking, he raised his hand and was about to stuff the three-second fire into his mouth.

However, just when he was about to swallow the three-second fire, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and the swallowing movement stopped involuntarily, "Damn it, I actually signed a contract with someone, grandma, you bastard A high-level Tinder actually signed a contract with someone, isn't it too embarrassing for our Tinder world?!"

Hearing this, the panicked Sanshuo Huo was slightly startled, stared at the red-haired old man in disbelief, and asked: "You...are you also a fire type?"

"Not so long ago!" The red-haired old man sneered disdainfully, and immediately fixed his gaze on Feng Hao, "Is this the boy who signed the contract with you? Hey, boy, please untie the contract quickly, otherwise I won't be able to eat anything. Get down!"

(End of this chapter)