Inside the folding fan, a certain folding space was completely filled with flames.

I saw two ghost boys wearing bellybands, both holding fire-tipped spears and riding on hot wheels, fighting happily.

One of them had an unruly and perverse expression. Every time he fired a gun, he was accompanied by bursts of weird laughter. The red Taixu True Fire spread towards the other party like a river bursting its embankment.

Although the person opposite him looks exactly the same as him and his moves are 80% similar, he is still being beaten from move to move. The Taixu True Fire is even weaker. At this point in the battle,

The decline is already evident.

"Hahaha..." Futian stabbed out another spear, and at the same time he did not forget to laugh: "If you only have this ability, you can't kill me!"

After finishing his words, Huotian threw out those golden rings again, instantly turning into a huge phantom of the god general in the void.

Although the faceless scholar can imitate the appearance of a human being, his aura and even his own skills and magical powers can be imitated.

But it cannot replicate the heavenly weapons such as Taixu Golden Ring.

Facing the continuous attacks from the huge god general, he could only run away with his head in his arms.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!" Seeing this scene, Futian laughed even more wildly. For a moment, he was like a cat playing with a mouse, not taking the other person's life, but just dealing with him.

The two fought for a while, and the faceless scholar knew that he could not defeat this ghost boy. When he was avoiding the attack of the god general, he held his palm and a mist instantly enveloped everyone within a hundred feet.

"Want to run? Chase me!"

On the one hand, Wutian was chasing the phantom of the god general, and on the other hand, he was stepping on the hot wheel and was submerged in the white mist.

"Let me go!"

"call!"

Seeing this ghost kid spit out Taixu True Fire, he directly dispersed 80% of the white mist.

But in the next moment.

"Ghost boy! Stop!" Feng Wuchen's voice suddenly sounded in the white mist, frightening Futian.

Huotian took a closer look, and after the white mist dissipated, there was no trace of the faceless scholar. Only Feng Wuchen, holding a long sword, came through the air.

Seeing Feng Wuchen, Huotian blinked hard: "Uncle Feng...why are you here? What about the Heng Taoists?"

"Feng Wuchen" frowned and said: "I saw him releasing white mist just now, and I wanted to help you, but he still escaped... That's all! Don't worry about him, are you okay?"

After all, Huotian is a child at heart. When he saw Feng Wuchen, he immediately obeyed, shook his head, and immediately put away the fire-tip spear and hot fire wheel, saying: "Although that guy has the ability to change, the fire he created

The sharp spears and hot wheels are just empty and have their own shape, so they are nothing to be afraid of..."

Speaking of this, Futian thought of something again. He suddenly tilted his head and subconsciously took a step back. The fire-tip spear that he had just put away reappeared in his palm.

"Hey, let me tell you... you are not the one who changed the way of balance just now, are you?"

"Hmph!" Feng Wuchen snorted, and then shouted loudly: "Here comes the sword!"

The words just fell.

"Yin!"

Then he saw his sword energy soaring into the sky, and there were hundreds of flying swords in his palms and around his body.

"You bastard, you dare to doubt my identity? Are you in trouble again?"

At the beginning, Feng Wuchen used strong methods to conquer Fu Tian, ​​which made him suffer at times.

Therefore, even now, this ghost boy has a deep-seated fear of Feng Wuchen.

Now that I see him angry, how can I dare to say anything more?

He immediately laughed and said: "Hey... How dare I doubt you? Just a joke... Just a joke..."

"Hmph!" Feng Wuchen smiled and immediately put away his flying sword and said: "Everyone else in Longyuan is trapped! Come with me and find the exit quickly!"

"good!"

When Feng Wuchen turned his head, there was an imperceptible sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Futian, however, was completely unaware of the truth and just followed him stupidly.

But we were just halfway there.

"Woooooooo..."

Futian's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.

Immediately, he raised his head sharply, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Feng Wuchen in front of him.

Sensing what was happening behind him, Feng Wuchen suddenly turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with the world? But you were injured just now?"

Futian's eyes widened, but he did not answer, but asked: "Uncle Feng...you...are you okay?"

Feng Wuchen spread his hands and looked confused: "What's wrong with you? What can happen to me? Stop talking nonsense and come with me quickly!"

After saying that, Feng Wuchen turned around again.

But at this moment, the way Fu Tian looked at him completely changed.

"boom!"

The moment Feng Wuchen turned around, he felt a wave of heat coming from behind him.

This heat wave was stronger and faster than the previous ones. It was completely beyond his expectation. In an instant, it was completely engulfed.

"ah!"

In the Taixu True Fire, "Feng Wuchen" instantly let out a huge scream, but the scream gradually changed in tone.

"ah!"

Soon, a burnt figure escaped from the Taixu True Fire as if fleeing for its life. At a glance, Feng Wuchen was nowhere to be seen.

Fu Tian's eyes sternly revealed, and his face showed a fierce look. He picked up the fire-tipped spear again and fired at him: "He is really a fake! You bastard! What did you do to my Uncle Feng!"

"boom!"

Before this, although the faceless scholar was not the opponent of the disaster, he was not far behind.

But at this moment, Huotian's strength was skyrocketing, and the Taixu True Fire alone was already too much for him to withstand.

"You bastard! Hand over my Uncle Feng, or else I will roast you!"

Fu Tian stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, his speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, he had blocked the opponent's path.

Immediately, he shot out the fire-pointed gun in his hand, and the fire dragon engulfed the faceless scholar again.

"ah!"

The faceless scholar screamed again, and all his clothes were burned. His body was also red and black, and his body was completely intact.

At this moment, he realized that he had underestimated this devil!

The opponent had been suppressing his strength just now!

He didn't know that Huotian was a hybrid of the ancestor demon and a god, and was born with the body of a demon.

Although he has been sealed for an unknown number of years and has been in a state of confusion and unable to grow, his starting point is much higher than that of ordinary creatures.

It's just that Feng Wuchen knew that this ghost boy had an unruly temperament, and was afraid that he would not restrain himself and cause trouble, so the moment he subdued him, he made a three-part agreement with him to prevent him from using his cultivation skills at will, so the faceless scholar could be with him.

Fighting for so long.

However, now that he sensed Long Yuan's screams, Gui Wazi realized that something had happened to Feng Wuchen, but he no longer dared to hold back, and directly opened up his firepower with just two moves, burning the faceless scholar to charcoal.

After defeating the faceless scholar, Futian stepped on the hot wheel and rushed to capture the opponent.

Seeing this, the faceless scholar understood that once he fell into the hands of this man, he would probably have no way out.

But at the last moment, a red mist appeared again in his palm.

The red mist was crushed, and facial features quickly appeared on his dark face.

But before Huotian could see clearly what this guy looked like.

"boom!"

Just hearing a loud noise, the faceless scholar actually blew himself up on the spot.
Chapter completed!