Evolution starts with fire

Chapter 82 Nine Wolves Pull the Coffin
As if an agreement had been made, the two most powerful masters of the Fire Transformation Realm arrived at the same time.

As the strongest, the arrival of the two instantly quieted the whole scene.

Those who glared at Zen Kong did not dare to continue to stare, for fear of being misunderstood by the masters of the fire transformation state, otherwise they would not know how to die.

Even Chankong and Qingyue didn't dare to disturb the eyes-closed meditation of the fire-transforming master before there were no special matters.

After a long time, finally.

A fiery red sun appeared in the darkness.

Under the light of the fire, the footsteps of hundreds of people gradually approached.

"I'm sorry for taking a long way for the safety of my companions."

Jianfeng's apology once again aroused the hatred of the two 300 people behind Zenkong.

Look at others, then look at you, this is what a qualified leader should do!

Invisibly, many people are eager to move, willing to accept Jianfeng's leadership.

"Now that you're all here, let's get started."

A strong man at the level of fire who couldn't see his true face spoke, and the first one charged up and blasted towards the stone gate in front of him.

The stone gate is made of unknown material, and a blow from a strong person in the fire state can only make it vibrate a little.

"One, two, three, come on!"

"Four, five, six, hey."

Seeing a group of people working under the leadership of the foreman, Zhang Yan looked to the left and looked again. He had nothing to do for a while, and finally fixed his eyes on another ball of silver light.

"A breath of the same kind!"

Jiulong Yinyan also noticed Zhang Yan, and when the two fires met, Zhang Yan finally saw the general appearance of the other party.

This is a fifth-order flame that is comparable to his strength!

Under the appearance of the silver flames, there are silver dragons flying around.

The head and horns of the silver dragon are towering, the wings are rolled up, the scales are ferocious, and the sharp claws are extremely threatening.

At the same time, Zhang Yan recalled the name of this silver flame.

"Same kind, mud howl."

Nine Dragons Silver Flame seemed to be mentally unsound, and had no idea how cruel the struggle in the Flame Realm was, so he was so close to Zhang Yan that he didn't have the slightest intention of guarding against it.

If Zhang Yan is interested, he is [-]% sure that he will devour Nine Dragons Silver Flame in one fell swoop and strengthen himself!

"Is it really brain-dead, or is it a plan to play hard to get?"

Zhang Yan remained calm, and on the surface he greeted Nine Dragons Silver Flame.

After getting a response, Nine Dragons Silver Flame was even happier.

Among the more than 1000 people around, Nine Dragons Silver Flame only found the feeling of a companion in Zhang Yan.

Can't help but vomit bitter water.

"Human beings are too cruel, you have to be careful of that bald monk, he is so cruel that he even kills his own people. There is also my master, who is in heat all the way, you have to be careful, don't get out of the way, she will take your penis Breath dry."

"Well, you should also be careful about that handsome white-clothed swordsman."

"Why, he seems to be very nice to his companions."

"It's nothing, just because he's so handsome, little guy, you don't understand the dangers of the human world."

"Oh... Big brother, what kind of flame are you? I haven't heard of it."

"The village in my hometown is relatively remote. It's normal that you haven't heard of it."

"Does Huoyan still have a village?"

Zhang Yan: "..." Little guy, you talk too much.

Wrapped in Zhang Yan's scorching breath, Jiulong Yinyan almost cried, and stopped talking for a long time.

boom!
The stone door broke open!
The opportunity is fleeting, at this moment, I don't know how many people rushed in, just looking for opportunities to improve their strength!
"I feel it. Something is calling me." Jiulong Yinyan's body was shaking violently, and several silver winged dragons intertwined and were about to run free.

Zhang Yan even heard the dragon chant.

"Hey, slow down for me."

Seeing the Nine Dragons Silver Flame flying so fast, Zhang Yan was secretly annoyed.

You rush into the crowd with a flame, are you not afraid of death?
People at this time are crazy, and a heretic who recklessly snatches human opportunities can easily arouse public outrage.

Didn't Zhang Yan, who was as strong as the god of flames, dare not be too flamboyant, shrinking his body to the size of a firefly?

Not long after Zhang Yan entered behind the stone gate, there was a bang, and the broken stone gate gathered together and locked tightly again.

This is a 20*20 hall, surrounded by four huge stone pillars carved with dragons, and in the center is a huge sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus is three meters long, and it has been around for some years. There are many cracks on it, and thick dust has accumulated on it.

Right in front of the sarcophagus is a stone statue of a wolf drawn by nine horses.

Nine wolves pull the coffin!

Each wolf is lifelike, as if built one-to-one!
"Is this the inheritance of the Demon Sect?"

In an instant, an unknown number of people became short of breath.

Whoosh.

Whizzing.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and under the light of the fire, it could only be judged that countless figures stretched out their hands to grab the sarcophagus.

At the same time, an unknown number of people who were about to approach the sarcophagus were conspired in the dark.

Looking at the sarcophagus with a very devilish aura, Zhang Yan felt itchy and said to himself, "At this time, run the Spirit Control Art and drain the oxygen in the stone chamber. I, Zhang, must be the biggest winner."

The flames lit up several times in a flash, and just as Zhang Yan was about to abduct the oxygen, the sarcophagus that many people were paying attention to moved!

Kakaka.

With the sound of the soil cracking, a long arm slowly stretched out from the ground directly in front of the sarcophagus.

With five fingers facing the sky, he scratched towards the void.

Backlashed, Zhang Yan, who was about to make a big move, seemed to be blown by the wind, and spit out a mouthful of fire.

Groups of small flames fell on the ground, like fiery red pearls.

Found out?

After his perception was released, Zhang Yan realized that he was not the only one who was attacked.

Those who tried to snatch the inheritance of the Demon Sect, but ran for a long time but only ran two or three meters, fell to the ground as if they had been hit hard.

Someone tried to get up, but it turned out that the strong ones who dominated the outside world had difficulty even standing.

After finally straightening his waist, the next breath, the man spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was weak.

"Who, who is playing tricks there?"

I saw the dry palm in front of the sarcophagus clenched, the speaker seemed to be strangled by someone, his face flushed red.

Only then did people focus on the withered hand.

At the same time, the demonic energy on the sarcophagus covered the palm of the hand, gradually condensing into a ball, and a hoarse but unusually heavy voice came from there.

"Welcome to my grave, burial."

Cemetery, funeral?
Two key words flashed in everyone's mind.

"Are you? The Sect Master of the Demon Sect?"

"Yes, you can understand it that way." The voice was still hoarse, without any emotion.

"As my funeral, I allow you to ask a few more questions."

"To be buried with you? Hmph, you are too crazy, a dead person, playing tricks on mysteries, if I guessed right, you are just a spiritual thought of the head of the Demon Sect. After many years, you have long lost energy. Obediently hand over the inheritance of the Demon Sect Come out, I may think that it is not easy for you to practice, so I will let you live."

"Oh? You are a bit smart."

As soon as the words fell, there was a bang, and the person who spoke before was bleeding from all seven orifices, lying on the ground without breathing.

"What about now? Do you still have the capital to resist?"

"I, why can't I move? Devil, what did you do?"

These words seemed to ignite the fuse, and panic finally appeared on the faces of hundreds of figures.

Is this the difference in strength?
It is completely unbearable to resist the idea.

"Can't move?"

With a thought in Zhang Yan's mind, the flame shrank a little, and then swayed indistinctly.

There is no limit to the flame!

Does this mean...

Looking at the source of the sound, Zhang Yan had a bold idea.

(End of this chapter)