The figures of the Black Dragon Saint of the Dragon Clan shuttle through the beast group like ghosts. The people of the Dragon Clan are basically masters of both magic and martial arts cultivation.

Of course, this is thankful to God, their ancestor, the Holy Dragon, for giving them a good body. Otherwise, the dragon clan would not be the nobles of the monsters in this world, and would not be able to successfully form a strange race with a little deformity between the human race and the monsters!

Therefore, people of the Dragon Clan can generally compare with three, four or five ordinary people of the same level without losing the field at the same level.

Of course, there is no doubt that some human geniuses are powerful, otherwise they will not be recognized by the dragon clan and thus obtain the dragon clan as a war beast. Similarly, if humans are not strong enough, the dragon clan will not be willing to become a war beast for humans.

Have you ever seen a war pet that turns into a monster? At least Wu Huang has never seen it.

Of course, some people use some not-so-minded means to get dragon eggs and get dragon pet war beasts. There is no need to say much about this.

As a saint of the dragon clan, Qiu Chong, as long as he is willing, the crazy monsters beside him can definitely be solved by chance. But when he thinks of the same crazy young man behind him, he suppressed the impulse and left these monsters to create some obstacles for the young man behind him.

Now Qiu Chong has gradually begun to believe what Wu Huang said before. This young man may have really killed the saint! His physique is even stronger than that of monsters, even than their dragon clan, and his methods are endless, and some are even something he has never seen before.

When fighting Wu Huang, Qiu Chong felt something was wrong, because from time to time, he would feel weak. Although this feeling of weakness or headache just flashed by, as a saint, his feelings were keen.

At this moment, there was a sense of fear in his heart that he could not eliminate, and he also realized this sense of fear.

But what Qiu Chong didn't expect was why Wu Huang could give him a sense of fear. He also didn't expect that his sense of fear actually came from the fear spell that Wu Huang gave him. Just like the bad states such as weakness, dizziness or slowness he felt before. But Qiu Chong always thought that the fear came from Wu Huang's own strength and from the true face that Wu Huang hid under this mask.

Therefore, Qiu Chong, who was afraid, wanted to lead Wu Huang to the other saint. With the strength of the two saints, could he not resist a walking corpse who lost his mind and only knew how to kill!? He didn't believe it! He didn't dare to believe it!

The purple flame blood python that was chasing behind him was several feet thick, and its size was desperately large. The purple flames emitted from its body made its winding forward even more terrifying and hideous. Wherever it passed, the sea of ​​fire was raging, leaving no grass.

Except for the earth, all creatures on the earth turned into ashes under the cover of purple fire. At the same time, the blood in the body was refined by purple flames and merged into the purple flame blood python. This blood python not only did not dry up due to burning, but its body became thicker and thicker...

Qiu Chong also felt that the pressure and power behind him became increasingly large, and even he felt a numb and explosive feeling.

Whoosh-

The purple-flame blood python suddenly jumped forward, and roared and bit Qiu Chong. Wherever he passed, it turned into a black mark, just like a buffalo plowing the field, and was directly plowed out of a vacuum in the group of animals...

Wow—

Qiu Chong turned around and punched the huge blood pool head, directly knocking the blood python head into pieces, and his body also threw it back with this powerful force. However, there was a trace of purple flame on his fist and arm, which he could not shake off no matter how hard he shook it.

The head of the blood python was blasted into pieces, turning into countless flames and spreading out around. After turning the surrounding monsters into ashes, they condensed together and turned into a giant python again, rushing towards Qiu again, as if they could not be killed or beaten away...

Qiu Chong complained secretly, and at the same time, the anger in his heart also felt uncontrollable. A saint was forced to do this by a non-saint master. You can imagine how frustrated he was in his heart, and how great the anger he was in his heart! However, he ignored one point, how could a saint not be able to control his anger?

The purple flame is originally an empty fire, anger, a fire of jealousy, a fire of fear... It is the flame burning by all negative emotions. After devouring the black flame, it becomes real fire, or it cannot be called devouring, but can only be called assimilation. Because of the power of artistic conception, there is a trace of will and anger in the black flame that belongs to the saint Qiu Chong. After these negative emotions devour this will, the anger in the black flame is also ignited together.

They are all the fire of negative emotions. Naturally, the black flame has become an accessory to this flame. This is also because Qiu Chong thought that the purple flame could swallow the black flame, which was higher than his black flame level and did not dare to face the desire to retreat.

At this time, the purple flame on his arm that could not be shaken or pounced became stronger and stronger, and instantly covered his whole body.

This change made Qiu Chong stunned and his head was short-circuited instantly, but at the moment when his head was short-circuited instantly, the purple flame covering him actually disappeared directly. The moment the purple flame disappeared, he came to his senses, and just as he came to his senses, the flame appeared again.

At this time, Qiu Chong felt even more fear in his heart, because everything was beyond common sense and beyond his imagination. Even, he felt that the god of death was summoning him. After his heart was afraid, the stronger the purple flame became, the stronger the purple flame became, the greater the fear in his heart and the greater the anger.

"I don't believe it. I will lose to a non-saint! It's outrageous!" He roared angrily, wrapped the purple flame outside his body with the power of will and squeezed it desperately. With his efforts, the purple flame really reacted, and was gradually compressed by an invisible force and narrowed.

But just as he tried to do this, and just as he was about to succeed, the purple flame blood python bombarded him again.

"A bad beast!"

At this time, a loud shout came from the city tower of the West City Gate. An extremely large blue sword light with extremely domineering and coldness crossed the battlefield in front of the city gate and slashed directly at the head of the blood python...

Wherever the blue sword light passes, an isolation belt formed by a blue ice sculpture is formed, which is gorgeous and magnificent, giving people a very beautiful sense of danger. The beauty comes from the lifelike ice sculptures formed under the sword energy, and the danger also comes from this...

When the blue sword light slashed on the python's head, the python's head turned into an ice sculpture. The ice did not stop spreading because of the existence of the purple flame, and even spread towards the python's tail, as if it was about to freeze the entire huge giant python into an ice sculpture.

At the same time, a huge blue palm rushed towards Qiu in the group of beasts, picked him up like a chicken, and instantly shrank back.

When I saw this blue palm, Qiu Chong breathed a sigh of relief and felt like he had survived the disaster.

When Qiu Chong was carried to the city tower of the West City Gate by this blue palm, he felt a little ashamed and embarrassed. However, before the general waited for Qiu Chong to claim his house, he frozen the purple flame on his body, then spread out a scroll and pressed it directly into the ice sculpture. The ice sculpture cracked a hole, and the purple flame inside seemed to have found a catharsis port, and rushed towards the scroll and disappeared into the scroll.

After seeing the general put away the scroll and the purple flame on his body disappeared, Qiu Chong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly at the general, "Thank you for your help, I owe you a life. If you have any orders, go through fire and water, and you will never refuse!"

The general waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Don't be anxious, please restrain your breath first. I believe you should have a way to do it. Don't let that guy feel your breath exist, otherwise it will be really troublesome!"

Qiu Chong nodded, without saying much, sat cross-legged and began to recite the spell...

The general let out a sigh and looked at the huge ice sculpture in the beast tide. At this time, although the huge blood python was frozen, the flames on the blood python were not extinguished because of this, but were still burning. Ice and fire were originally incompatible, but at this moment, they were doing their own things, one wanted to bind it and the other wanted to break free from the constraints. A contest between the two started, which was a contest of will.

After a long time, Qiu Chong, who was sitting on the ground, exhaled and stood up, clasped his fists at the general again to be grateful. "I am Qiu Chong of the Dragon Clan, thank you for helping you!"

The general also clasped his fists and said, "When the west gate of Zhenyuan City, Ximen Shuihan, the general guarding the city at the west gate of Zhenyuan City, Brother Qiu, you don't have to be polite. It is appropriate to help me. Brother Qiu has heard of his contributions to Zhenyuan City at the north gate. How can he be indifferent when he sees Brother Qiu's danger!"

Speaking of this, Qiu Chong's face became a little embarrassed. Ximen Shuihan seemed to know Qiu Chong's thoughts and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Qiu doesn't have to make a cup for this matter. Zhenyuan City is special. I believe Brother Qiu is also very clear. The negative emotions here are so strong that there is only one place in the whole world. Even if a god-level powerful person comes, he may not dare to face such a crazy beast tide alone..."

"That man is really the son of the evil god? Also, what kind of fire is that purple flame? It's so powerful!"

"It doesn't matter whether that person is the son of the evil god. What's important is that he is controlled by negative emotions, and that is our enemy." Ximen Shuihan said with a slight slight look: "As for the flame, Brother Qiu should be familiar with it, it is anger, jealousy, and the fire of hatred... All negative emotions can become flames when ignited. This flame is invisible and invisible. The reason why it is tangible now is to devour Brother Qiu's black flame!"

"Anger!? What kind of flame is this?" Even the saint, Qiu Chong was still stunned when he heard this...!~!
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