The Legend of Douba Resurrection

Xiao Yan put away the Golden Emperor Fen Tianyan and smiled slightly.

"Is there still business to do? Don't do it, don't do it, let's talk about it later."

Xun'er subconsciously covered her buttocks and exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you thinking, little dirty girl, it's really serious."

Xiao Yan gave Xun'er an angry look, clapped his hands and said, "Where is Huo Nu?"

"Buzz!"

Ripples suddenly appeared in a void, and ten figures in milky white fire armor emerged strangely.

"Ahhh!"

A scream suddenly sounded in Xiao Yan's ear.

"Brother Xiao Yan, you are necrotic!"

A pair of pink fists landed on Xiao Yan's body softly like rain.

"Xun'er, let's see how I can add ten more fighting saints to Sifang Pavilion."

Xiao Yan smiled nonchalantly.

"Jinglian demon fire, order!"

As soon as Xiao Yan's handprint changed, he shouted.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The milky white fire armors on the ten Huo slaves shattered at the same time, turning into strands of milky white flames that penetrated into their bodies, and milky white fire lotuses emerged quietly between their eyebrows, and then disappeared.

Following the collapse of the milky white living armor, the ten-fighting Saint Huo Nu who had been suspended in mid-air and remained motionless also suddenly opened his eyes, filled with endless blankness and emptiness.

In a moment, Lingzhi finally returned to the ten people again.

"Where is this place? Am I still fighting Jinglian Yaohuo with all my might?"

"It turns out that I have already failed. I have been cremated into a fire slave by the Jinglian demon for three thousand years."

"Sigh, I didn't expect that I, Juetian Saint, would be defeated by Jinglian Yaohuo in one move."

"Is it a dream? It turns out that I was just a dream."

The ten fighting saints from different eras, different forces, and different appearances looked at each other and immediately understood what happened back then.

"Quiet."

A faint voice suddenly entered the ears of ten people.

The ten fighting saints who came out together and could also shake Zhongzhou, almost subconsciously closed their mouths, and they immediately looked in the direction of the voice.

"boom!"

A vast aura of terrifying coercion burst out over the magma sea!

"boom!"

Immediately, a huge column of milky white energy light suddenly rose from the magma sea, piercing into the sky like lightning.

Spread, spread, spread...

Raise it, raise it, raise it again...

In the blink of an eye, the end of this milky white beam of light disappeared from everyone's sight.

Once this huge milky white energy beam was born, it instantly became the center of the world and the focus of sight. It seemed to be the only giant pillar supporting the demon fire space.

"Five-Star Fighting Saint Late Stage!"

The ten fighting saints looked at each other in horror.

"Da da da!"

A young man in black robe walked straight out of the milky white energy beam that pierced the sky, with a milky white lotus flower emerging between his brows.

"I am Xiao Yan, the current leader of the Jinglian Demon Fire. I can return your spiritual wisdom today, but you must serve under my seat for a hundred years."

The handsome young man in black robe glanced at the ten people lightly.

Before the ten fighting saints had time to speak, milky white lotus marks quickly appeared between their brows, and a domineering aura had already begun to take over their bodies.

"Isn't he still a slave? It's just that he changed his master and became a slave with self-consciousness again!"

The ten fighting saints thought in a daze.

Well, at least I don't have to be trapped in the illusion for the rest of my life, done it!

"I have seen the master!"

In the next second, a unison voice came from the demon fire space.

"Xun'er."

The young man in black robe suddenly softened his face and looked down.

"Brother Xiao Yan."