I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

"Good!"

Old Ji nodded. The monks below could not resist the situation alone. The lightning-like twitching flesh tentacles in the blood mist kept taking the lives of the monks. If the Mahayana monks did not come out, no one could shake their sharpness.

"Hunyuan Jue!"

Xiong Da's internal skills were running wildly, and the chaotic aura on his body surface was revealed. His figure flashed and rushed into the blood mist of the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

In the void, a god and demon soul stood upright, and the sky was reflected in black. The powerful soul power swept and pressed down on the battlefield.

The blood mist was torn into pieces in an instant, revealing large meat mountains wrapped in tumors. Tentacles shuttled across the battlefield, and countless monks were pierced through the chest and fell in a pool of blood.

"Kill!"

Ji Lao's eyes suddenly became fierce, his hands evolved into magma, the air suddenly became hot, the land that had turned into black scorched earth was emitting green smoke, the high temperature burned repeatedly in the meat mountain, and the weak meat mountain disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just like he said before, helping the third battlefield to clear the meat mountain is the token of his own saint.

If he is not willing to help even with this little thing, this big bear will not believe the promise of the fire dry saint no matter how stupid he is.

He must perform well to consolidate his trust in the saint.

"The city lord is here!"

"And the Huolin Cave Saint is here to help!"

"We are saved, take the wounded and evacuate quickly, don't drag the city lord down!"

"Wait for the city lord to clear the meat mountain, and we will go to clean up the battlefield!"

The monks on the edge of the battlefield showed joy on their faces, and the two Mahayana monks attacked brazenly. It was only a matter of time to defeat the meat mountain army.

Wisps of blood mist overflowed from the battlefield, and the face of the Holy Son of Fire Gan turned pale. It felt that its soul was polluted. It shook and retreated rapidly, with fear in its eyes.

No wonder the border needs to be guarded. The powerful aura emitted by this meat mountain is not resisted even by a master of the Tribulation Period like it who carries the power of blood. If you are not careful, you will lose your mind and get lost in it.

"Roar!"

The battlefield was covered by the bloody aura again, and the situation inside could not be seen clearly. In the void, one fiery red rune after another appeared, and a fire unicorn stepped into the air, dragging a long red magma tail and roaring to the sky.

The hot breath came in the face, and even from a long distance, the monks felt that their bodies were burned.

The Fire Kirin joined the battlefield, charging through the meat mountain as if it was in an empty space. Its sharp claws easily tore the enemy in front of it into pieces, and the smelly juice splashed everywhere. The tentacles were cut off in the middle, and then turned into a pool of pus in an instant under the burning of the terrifying lava.

"Old Ji is worthy of being a master of the Fire Kirin Cave. The power of his bloodline evolved the Kirin beast. It is not an exaggeration to say that this Kirin secret technique has reached the pinnacle."

Xiong Da looked at the fiery red lava that repeatedly rushed into the meat mountain, his eyes full of surprise. Although they were both in the Mahayana period, Old Ji's strength was more than one level better than his.

The suppression of cultivation plus the power of bloodline, if he were to fight against him, he would not have the confidence to win.

"Haha, City Lord Xiong, you are too kind. After all, my Qilin is just relying on Qilin bloodline to do things by trickery. It is not as reliable as the City Lord's Hunyuan Jue."

Old Ji stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and said with a smile.

As they spoke, the two of them had already swept the meat mountain battlefield. This time, both of them used all their strength. The general meat mountains died when they were hit. The few meat mountains that were barely comparable to the strength of the Mahayana period were also quickly defeated under the storm-like attack.

One died, and the rest wrapped themselves with meat whiskers and quickly retreated from the battlefield to the depths of the border.

Xiong Da frowned. There were actually some meat mountains that he and Old Ji had not killed today. It seemed that the previous black flames had greatly stimulated the meat mountains deep in the border, accelerating the recovery progress of the meat mountains. The characters that came out were more ruthless than each other.

Old Ji also realized the seriousness of the matter. His Fire Kirin had just chased and chopped several meat mountains, but apart from leaving a field of tentacles, there was no substantial result.

Those meat mountains that escaped into the depths of the border can resist the burning of the lava for a short time!

"Clean up the battlefield and bring the wounded back to the city for treatment!"

Xiong Da didn't say much. After giving a few instructions to the monks below, he and Huo Lindong returned to the city.

In the city.

Xiong Da clasped his fists and bowed: "I really want to thank Old Ji for his help today. If it weren't for Old Ji's Kirin bloodline to force the meat mountains back, I would have to fight for a while alone."

"It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. Now City Lord Xiong and my son are still on the same front, and it's my job to help."

Old Ji said with a smile, without mentioning the battlefield.Keep it in mind.

He and the Fire Saint Son knew that only when the third battlefield was completely stabilized could Xiong Da help them deal with other saints, so they had to cut the Gordian knot and solve the problem on the battlefield as soon as possible.

"Yes, City Lord Xiong, don't keep it in mind. If you encounter difficulties in the future, just tell us. As long as we can help, we will do our best."

"I just don't know why the black flame on the third battlefield suddenly disappeared?"

The Fire Saint Son also said with a smile, but he was more concerned about the problem of flames. After all, the night two days ago, it scared him.

The mysterious black flame devoured all the blood power in its body in one wave. Now its strength has greatly decreased. This is why it is anxious to kill other saints as soon as possible. Only by devouring the blood of other saints can it recover its strength.

"I was originally going to tell you about this, but I was delayed by the battlefield."

When it comes to the black flame, Xiong Da's face also became serious.

"Could it be that Lord Xiong knows the origin of this flame?"

The expression of the Holy Son of Fire Qian moved, and he keenly noticed something.

"Yes, I do know some things. Cai Kunxu in the fourth battlefield also knows these things."

"The strange black flame is actually not a treasure at all. Its true identity is the flame released by a senior with unfathomable cultivation. The senior transformed into a young genius and hid in the border, in order to let his flame devour more powerful cultivators."

"As for what is said in the Xianling Daily, it is all false and fabricated. It is also a story written by the senior who communicated with the old man of Tianji."

Xiong Da told all the information he knew in one breath. When he said this, Ji Lao and the Holy Son of Fire Qian all had their pupils contracted and their hair stood on end. They thought of the Xianling Daily that Li Xiaobai accidentally dropped in the Holy City.

"Who is that powerful senior?"

"I have made a Taoist oath. I can't tell his true identity!"