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This green fire looked like a young swallow flying into the forest, and Yan Luoyue's eyes instantly soured.

It would have been better if Crow's Cry Fire hadn't said the next sentence.

Because next, it let out a loud inhalation, just like a wronged child trying to sniffle, and then whimpered and said coquettishly: "You two damn ghosts, kill you a thousand times, I miss you so much!"

Listen to the tone of the little flame's voice and hear the little flame's movements as it jumps onto the transparent cover.

If the flame wasn't too weak, it would probably have split into two small fists and hammered Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang in the chest.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

No, isn't this kind of talk inappropriate in terms of identity, occasion and number?

Yan Luoyue raised her hands to cover her eyes in frustration.

She looked at Wu Man Shuang through her fingers and found that the little snake's expression had also become unusually stiff.

At this moment, the two of them didn't need to speak, their thoughts were connected.

They confirmed that the Crow's Cry Fire had received a very bad education in these three thousand years.

...Who did you learn this from?

You people in Hongtong Palace are sick. How can you let Wutihuo understand such things? It is still a little baby!

If we say that Wu Ti Zhi Huo showed his sincerity in treating the two old friends, then the grammar is not quite right.

When she turned around and saw the middle-aged man, Xiao Huo Miao's tone changed instantly, and she changed her attitude faster than Sichuan Opera.

"Hey, are you still standing here? Look at your father! You big fool, you rotten-headed, rotten-footed, rotten-brained bastard, you are a bastard from three thousand years ago. Your wife has given birth to more than eight hundred children for you. Every morning when you wake up, eight hundred people call you Uncle Gou in unison... Let these bastards of mine get out of here. Your father doesn't recognize you. Do you hear me? Your father doesn't recognize you!"

Yan Luoyue felt much more at ease when she saw that Crow's Cry Fire was still conscious and able to launch various personal attacks.

She is convinced that by modern standards, the difference between a movie going from a popular rating to a PG-13 is about the size of a crow's nest.

The middle-aged man simply ignored the cursing from the little green flame.

He brushed his sleeves, his face looking calm.

If this person had not been very good at cultivating his Qi, he would have probably listened to it every day for three thousand years, and become completely numb to it.

However, Wu Ti Zhi Huo seemed to hate this man to the core.

If he hadn't been locked in that transparent restriction, he would have rushed over, covered his face with a cat-like gesture, and kicked the thing directly.

Even though it couldn't get out now, the Crow's Cry Fire was still desperately hitting the shield.

The frequency of these flaps reminded Yan Luoyue of a woodpecker at full power.

At this moment, Wu Manshuang and Yan Luoyue's eyes were both on the man.

This person has a square face and a very dignified look. One can tell at a glance that he is in a high position. As for the solemn aura flowing through his body, it proves that he has a good cultivation level.

This person was also wearing the uniform of Hongtong Palace, but his robe looked more gorgeous than that of the elder guest official.

The sun, moon and stars are embroidered on the wide sleeves of the exquisite robe. With every move, the gold and silver threads embroidered on the clothes shine brightly.

The three of them met unexpectedly in the underground palace. Although the middle-aged man concealed it well, his expression was still stiff for a moment.

The next moment, he withdrew his hand that was about to break the ban.

Yan Luoyue already had a guess about this person's identity.

But before she could open her mouth, the hateful voice of Crow's Crying Fire had already been heard.

Like a child who finally saw his family supporting him, the little flame commanded in all seriousness, "Quick! This is the Lord of Hongtong Palace! Poke his nose, pull his hair, kick his balls, and step on his toes!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

After a light cough, Yan Luoyue said, "Have you in Hongtong Palace always taught the crows to cry like this?"

If things continue like this, she will probably have no choice but to send the Crow's Cry Fire to Shen Jingxuan for further training.

At least the little nun's martial virtues are better than her verbal virtues, and when she scolds people, she is more polite than a crow's cry.

Upon hearing this question, Palace Master Hongtong was silent.

After all, when this crow-crying fire was first locked up here, it would not curse anyone.

The dirtiest words it can say are probably "You're about to drop your leaves!" and "You're cracked!"

As for why today, three thousand years later, the Wuti Fire has become so... innovative, we can only say that Hongtong Palace does have an indelible responsibility.

But compared to what Hongtong Palace did to the Wuti Fire, a few parroted words seemed to be nothing.

Among the four major sects, Hongtong Palace relies on the Crow's Cry Fire and makes its fortune by refining pills and tools, so there are a lot of alchemists and tool refiners in the sect.

And for three thousand years, the weapon refiners and alchemists of Hongtong Palace have been absorbing the essence of the Crow's Cry Fire.

A sect that only seeks benefits in the battle against demons cannot possibly have the noble spirit of fearlessness, selflessness and willingness to sacrifice.

The whole palace was filled with a chilly breeze.

Most people in Hongtong Palace wish that everyone else was a fool and that they were the only smart person in the sect.

In this way, you get all the benefits yourself and put all the burdens on others.

Take the Wuti Fire for example, although this fire now belongs to the sect.

But what belongs to the sect is never as good as one's own. It is still the most solid thing to have something in one's pocket.

Outsiders would never have imagined that even within the magnificent Hongtong Palace, there would sometimes be internal disputes over the right to use the Crow's Cry Fire, without caring about their dignity at all.

It is common for everyone in the underground palace to roll up their sleeves and engage in a fight with punches and kicks and swearing.

This is like a nouveau riche who made a fortune by chance, but did not cultivate virtue or learn, but just desperately tried to pocket money with green eyes.

Through such exposure, Wu Ti Zhi Huo has learned a lot of experience in actual combat.

——From nouns to verbs, from race to organs.

Besides, the little flame usually has nothing to do and can only stay in the hood.

What else can he do except scold those stupid people who are plotting against him?

So over time, Wu Ti Zhi Huo developed the ability to talk nonsense in actual combat.

So far, he can even tailor a scolding to each person based on their reaction, which can be said to be very considerate.

The Lord of Hongtong Palace was used to Wutizhihuo's aggressiveness and his boasting. She was really annoyed at first, but later she gradually stopped taking it seriously.

But who could have imagined that just when the Crow's Cry Fire was almost in his pocket, his parents actually showed up!

When I thought of the identities of this young man and woman, a strong sense of jealousy mixed with the resentment I had accumulated over the years arose spontaneously.

The Palace Master Hongtong said with a fake smile: "So it is you two great masters who have come to visit us. I am so sorry for not welcoming you..."

"I just heard about you guys, and now I'm meeting you. It's only now that I know you two are indeed young geniuses."

——It’s just a pity that he is so young! The incarnation of the extraordinary divine creature is right under his nose!

He had also heard about Ji Qinghong accepting a disciple.

If he had known the true identities of these two people earlier, he would have sent someone to kill them both.

By the time the Moon-falling Tree and the Frost-filled Stone have once again worked hard to condense a new incarnation, the Demon Realm will probably have accomplished its great feat.

This is one wrong step, all wrong steps.

Whenever the Lord of Hongtong Palace thought about it, she felt heartbroken.

He said with regret, "It was indeed my fault for letting you grow up. You guys got the upper hand in this matter."

Even if Yan Luoyue lived another 300,000 years, he would not necessarily hear a statement more shameless than this.

The flaws in this sentence are so numerous that if someone wants to fight back, they won't be able to find the correct answer.

"--ha?"

Yan Luoyue chuckled: "Are you saying this as a human being?"

Unexpectedly, the Palace Master of Hongtong looked even more surprised than she was: "You are born as gods, do you still think of yourselves as human beings?"

Yan Luoyue was puzzled and said, "You imprisoned the Crow's Crying Fire, colluded with alien species from outside the region, and even gave blood wine to the disciples in the palace. You even betrayed the three clans and the entire cultivation world... What good did you get from doing so many evil things?"

Yan Luoyue wanted to ask this question from the beginning.

If it is just an internal inclination of human beings, even though it is hard to agree with, at least there is a precedent.

However, abandoning one's own race and joining forces with the ruthless alien species from outside the domain is clearly a fight with the tiger.

Even the Crow's Crying Fire couldn't help but yell:

"You slept with that alien and made him your wife, right? Did it mess up your brain like paste? Did your wife shit on your face last night and blind you? Otherwise, why would you be so devoted to it!"

The expression of the Palace Master of Hongtong Palace changed several times, but in the end, she just laughed out loud.

As soon as he heard the news about Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang, he wanted to take away the Crow's Cry Fire and run away on the spot.

Now that he is forced into a situation like this, he feels calm instead.

The head of Hongtong Palace said complacently, "It is only natural to accept money to do things. Isn't it my benefit that Hongtong Palace has been established for three thousand years?"

Wu Manshuang said in a deep voice: "As expected, you have been colluding with that puppet Love Devouring Network for a long time."

"Oh? So it's called the Puppet Love Devouring Net?" The Lord of Hongtong Palace said nonchalantly, "It can trap the Falling Moon Tree for tens of thousands of years. It really deserves such a majestic name."

Seeing this person putting on an arrogant attitude of "not taking it as a shame, but rather taking it as an honor", Yan Luoyue's eyes twitched slightly, and the disgust in his heart instantly increased to an unprecedented level.

As for Wu Man Shuang, ever since he walked into this underground palace and saw the dying Crow Crying Fire, there has been no other expression on his face except cold.

The Lord of Hongtong Palace glanced at the young man and woman and smiled.

If we were to rank the most extraordinary people in the world, this palace lady could probably be considered the ultimate in shamelessness.

At this moment, the expression of the Palace Master Hongtong was even earnest.

He said: "I have been dealing with the Crow's Crying Fire for a long time, and I understand that although you are sacred creatures with power that can level mountains and fill seas, your hearts are just those of children."

"So..." The Palace Master Hongtong turned to Yan Luoyue and advised earnestly, "Why did you resist in the first place?"

Wu Manshuang: “…” Upon hearing this righteous question, he was choked.

Yan Luoyue's performance wasn't much better: "Huh?"

Wu Ti Zhi Huo was so shocked that he shouted, "Wow, listen, there's a cuckolded old man farting here!"

The Lady of Hongtong Palace shook her head and sighed, and there was actually a hint of righteousness in her tone.

He said very seriously: "This puppet love-devouring net is not trying to exterminate our race. If you had surrendered obediently at the beginning, you might have merged with it by now. It is in you and you are in it..."

After hearing this, Yan Luoyue's expression became subtle and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over her body.

However, the Lady of Hongtong Palace continued speaking as if she hadn't seen it.

He said with longing: "You should have seen it too. The round demon, the timid demon, the heteromother demon... which one is not a demon it brought from another world? If you had been absorbed by it obediently, we might have already set foot on other worlds today! Why should we go through another bloodbath?"

——My goodness, you still have a heart as vast as the stars and the sea?

Wu Manshuang sneered, "Are you the ones who set foot on other worlds, or are the three tribes being used as cannon fodder and thrown onto the frontline battlefields of other worlds?"

The Lady of Hongtong Palace waved her hand indifferently, and gave a surprisingly frank answer:

"What does that matter? I am such an important chess piece, I am definitely not among the cannon fodder you mentioned."

“…”

At this moment, Yan Luoyue finally understood.

No wonder the Lord of Hongtong Palace was able to rise to the top at the critical moment of the battle against demons, and no wonder everyone in Hongtong Palace was so tyrannical and domineering.

Because this Lord Hongtong is an undisguised villain.

A gentleman holds a mirror of morality above his head, while a hypocrite only cares about reputation and appearance.

A true villain like the Lord of Hongtong Palace would only cling nakedly to the strong and show contempt to those who refused to kneel.

——Look, the reason why you are so miserable is because your knees are too hard and you didn't kneel at the beginning.

Shaking her gorgeous robe decorated with the sun, moon and stars, the Palace Master Hongtong spoke in a righteous and confident manner:

"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. I just want to be a superior person."

Therefore, as long as he can gain enough benefits, he doesn't mind selling out his own world and his own people.

Even though he was about to see millions of humans and demons killed in the battle against demons, he still willingly threw himself into the arms of the alien species and became a demon puppet of the invaders.

Even when it came to the lives of his own disciples, Palace Master Hongtong showed no mercy and treated them like grass and insects.

The Lord of Hongtong Palace sighed, "If the Crow's Cry Fire had not turned into the Divided Fire at that time, and you had defeated the outsiders... I guess today, Hongtong Palace would be just a second- or third-rate sect, and I would be just a mediocre Lord. How could I be so glorious as to be able to make things happen with just a flick of my hand?"

Having said that, he suddenly took out two things from his sleeves.

One of them was a blue flame.

As soon as the flame touched the air, it was as if it was coated with oil. It instantly grew in the wind, reaching three feet high and burning vigorously.

If you put it together with the small flame of the Crow's Cry Fire, many instrumentalists would probably mistake it and think that this is the real Crow's Cry Fire.

And another thing...

The master of Hongtong Palace waved the thing in the air, and the magic weapon immediately grew taller. It turned out to be a piece of wood that was refined into the shape of a Zen staff.

As for the materials that make up this tree...

Yan Luoyue only took a glance at the magic weapon and immediately felt her scalp getting a little cold.

Yes, this small tree trunk and branches in the shape of a Zen stick are made entirely of the wood of the Falling Moon.

In the whole world, the only fire that can refine the Falling Moon Wood is the Crow's Cry Fire.

So when the little flame saw the familiar Zen tree that he had been forced to practice, he immediately cried out loudly.

"This pervert actually pulled your hair! I scolded him before, but he was so thick-skinned that it didn't work. Little Sapling, go up and beat him up!"

The Lord of Hongtong Palace laughed loudly and raised his head and said, "Did you see that? I already have two magical objects in my hands. If it weren't for you... If it weren't for you!"

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of this young man and woman, first Chu Tiankuo returned from Shancha Town with a grievance, then the layout of the Silver Light Arena was torn apart, and until now, when he wanted to escape with the Crow's Cry Fire, he was bumped into by these two people.

Originally, he only needed to collect one more Frost Stone to go out into the outside world and expand his territory...

At that time, he will be the same as these three divine creatures... no, he will be more noble than these three divine creatures. He can become a god standing above all living beings!

The Palace Master Hongtong said with mixed feelings: "If it weren't for your obstruction, I might have already achieved a status like the Puppet Love Devourer in another world."

Speaking of this, the Lord of Hongtong Palace frowned and looked at Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang:

"You are gods, so what? Can gods prevent others from having a good life?"

After squinting at the man for a moment, Yan Luoyue suddenly smiled.

"What a coincidence. I won't let you have a good life today."

Yan Luoyue saw greed in the eyes of the Palace Master of Hongtong, and heard endless desire in her words.

For such people, not being able to satisfy their greed is already a painful punishment. What is even more painful is that not only can they not get it, but they will lose it.

The most painful thing was that he realized that he had been walking on a dead end.

Yan Luoyue untied the three straw braids around her waist slowly, shook her head and said with emotion:

"Do you think that after you tortured the fire of Wu Ti into this state and absorbed the essence of Wu Ti with your own fire, it will be able to swallow Wu Ti and become a divine fire that you can do whatever you want?"

With a sneer, Yan Luoyue's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "How dare the light of fire compete with the cry of crows!"

"Do you want the Crow's Fire?"

She first poured out the first red flame from the straw weaving, then held the vermilion agate-like "Red Beans Born in the South" and shook it in front of her eyes.

"Look, there's one here. It's ours. It has nothing to do with you."

Palace Master Hongtong: “…”

Yan Luoyue then arranged the remaining two flowers in order, smiling:

"Momo, Fanfen - they still belong to us. It has nothing to do with you."

Three flames were arranged in the air in order of size, with the flame cores shining brightly.

The Lord of Hongtong Palace had never seen so many crow-crying fires in her life.

One crow's cry fire has already burnt out the grand plan and great achievements of Hongtong Palace for three thousand years. Now there are three of them...

At this moment, the Lord of Hongtong Palace was like a poor young man who had saved up four years of living expenses and was finally able to afford a pair of brand-name sports shoes.

The proudest thing in his life was buying this pair of sneakers.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I found that the neighbor’s children also had this kind of shoes, and their cabinets were full of them!

No one would believe that the complex light that flashed in his eyes at this moment was not greed and hatred.

As for Luo Yue showing off the fire of the crow's cry, it seemed to be just the beginning.

Then she pulled out a mineral pendant from her collar.

From the perspective of the pampered master of Hongtong Palace, she could naturally see that this mineral was extremely rare... or simply something that did not exist in this world.

"You want to be the master of other worlds?"

Yan Luoyue smiled brightly: "What a coincidence, Manshuang and I finished it first!"

"We recently returned from a seven-year trip to another world and brought this thing with us as a souvenir. The scenery there is beautiful, the plants are fragrant, and the humans are pleasing to the eye. In that world, our status is equal to that of gods..."

This was naturally something Yan Luoyue made up.

Neither she nor Wu Manshuang had this hobby.

But it doesn't matter if she says it out loud to irritate the Palace Master Hongtong.

Yan Luoyue counted on her fingers and told the Lord of Hongtong Palace: "The human world, the demon world, the monster world, and the alien world we just visited, all worship us as gods... Hey, Manshuang and I don't really care about this, we're just having fun!"

Wu Ti Zhi Huo and the Lord of Hong Tong Palace have lived together for three thousand years and understand this person's mentality very well.

He just hopes that all the good things in the world belong to him.

Hearing Yan Luoyue say this, Xiao Huomiao instantly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, no way, with the status of a natural divine object, no one would really take it seriously, right? No one would really regard it as a lifelong pursuit!"

Palace Master Hongtong: “…”

Instantly, the flames of jealousy rose up, burning the heart of the Palace Master Hongtong.

The things that he had not obtained yet seemed to be light and weightless in the mouths of Yan Luoyue and Wu Ti Zhihuo.

"As for your wish to be a good dog for the foreign species... I can satisfy your request."

Yan Luoyue's smile faded: "No one is competing with you for the qualification to be a dog. So the result you have been delaying in the hope of getting... is there a satisfactory answer now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of the hand of the abbot of Hongtong Palace, who was holding the jade tree Zen stick, finally trembled slightly.

That’s right, the reason why he talked so much to Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang was that, after seeing the natural divine creature, he couldn’t help but want to test the gap between the two.

Secondly, the Lord of Hongtong Palace has been trying to contact the puppeteer.

He is not the strongest Mahayana monk in the entire Hongtong Palace, but he is indeed a talented weapon refiner.

This Jade Tree Zen Staff was formed by many monsters that sneaked through the seal of the Demon Realm using their own flesh and blood.

Over time, it grew branch by branch, section by section, into a thin tree.

The Lord of Hongtong Palace not only refined it into a protective magic weapon, but also used it to get in touch with the Puppet Love Devourer in the Demon Realm.

In this way, he held the jade Zen stick like a dog with a leash around its neck.

Even if it really happens intentionally, you still have to look at the owner when beating the dog.

However, just now, when the Lord of Hongtong Palace confessed his feelings to Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang, the puppet Love Devourer, who always responded to his requests and gave him orders, did not protect him.

Not only did he not provide any protection, but he didn't even send any consciousness.

"..." The face of the Lord of Hongtong Palace was as gloomy as water, and there seemed to be poison flowing in her eyes as she stared at Yan Luoyue.

And amidst that resentment, there was also a fear that he himself was not aware of.

"What did you do?"

Yan Luoyue shook her head and sighed: "I didn't do anything, it's just that you are useless."

"Shouldn't a villain like you understand this the most? Hongtong Palace has become an empty shell, and you inside the empty shell are not worth the risk of saving!"

The trunk of the Zen Cane Jade Tree was slightly bent due to being grasped.

There was already a hint of hoarseness in the voice of the Palace Master Hongtong:

"Since it has occupied this world, it cannot just kill all humans. There must be someone to manage the power of this world. When it expands its territory in the future, there must be someone to take over the power and responsibility for it..."

Yan Luoyue asked pointedly, "But why did that person have to be you?"

"I have already—"

"You are no longer worth anything." Yan Luoyue narrowed her eyes and smiled at him lively.

"In terms of cultivation, you were fed with blood wine and natural treasures. In terms of power, Hongtong Palace has been scattered. In terms of character..."

"In this world, villains are easy to find, but heroes are hard to find."

Wu Manshuang, who had been standing aside without saying much, now crossed her arms coldly.

"It wants to poison the world, but you think you are the one who can make the medicine?"

"It's just the dregs of the medicine."

In the transparent restriction at the side, the little green flame laughed happily.

"Wow, it's actually drug dregs!"

“…”

It was not until this moment that the Lord of Hongtong Palace realized that all her escape routes were blocked and everything she had relied on in the first half of her life had turned to ashes.

The glory of the past is but a flash in the pan; only the present dead end and nowhere to go... is the reality.

Just now, the Lord of Hongtong Palace really thought that he could go to the demon world to escape disaster.

After the battle was over and the aliens were victorious, he would unite the remaining humans and monsters and make a comeback.

However, this beautiful expectation turned out to be a false mirage from the very beginning.

He regarded the ordinary disciples of Hongtong Palace as ordinary chess pieces, but felt that he should have a different status among the invading alien species.

In the past, when those disciples of Hongtong Palace were domineering and unbridled, they also had similar pride: I am a disciple of Hongtong Palace!

In the past, the alien had always granted the Lord of Hongtong Palace his requests, and he even knew a lot of the secrets of the three great divine objects.

I think when the people in Hongtong Palace knew that the palace was colluding with monsters but kept it a secret, their thoughts were probably similar to the Hongtong Palace Master's a quarter of an hour ago:

Since I even know such a secret, it must mean that my status is extraordinary and I am highly valued.

However, he regarded the palace disciples as grass, while the puppet Devil of Love regarded him as dregs.

Weeds and medicinal residues are both worthless things. If the former are still useful, the latter are simply garbage.

The veins on the back of the hand of the Lord of Hongtong Palace, which was holding the Zen staff Yushu, gradually bulged.

——No, he is still a Mahayana monk...

Even though he holds the position of Palace Master and hasn't fought with anyone with real weapons for a long time, even if the opponent is a natural god... but he is still a Mahayana monk!

In an instant, the feeling of a trapped beast struggling to survive surged into the mind of the Palace Master Hongtong.

At the same time, he suddenly realized that in the eyes of Wu Man Shuang opposite him, layers of white lines like frost flowers and ice cracks suddenly appeared.

Then, Wu Manshuang showed a very polite expression that she hadn't used for a long time.

He said politely: "Since you know who Luoyue and I are the incarnations of, you should also know that the sun and the moon in the human world are the incarnations of Wuti and I."

The Lady of Hongtong Palace held her breath tightly and spoke in a stiff tone: "Why, are you talking about favors?"

"No." Wu Manshuang said lightly, "I just want to tell you that your life or death is just a matter of my thoughts."

All things contain the two energies of yin and yang.

However, it is beyond doubt that the original yin and yang between heaven and earth were created by the two divine objects, the Frost-filled Stone and the Crow's Crying Fire.

In other words, if necessary, they can mobilize the yin and yang forces in any native organism in this world.

Crow's Cry Fire did not do so because he was so weak that he could no longer sustain his body.

And Wu Man Shuang... now that he has grown up, he is completely capable of doing this!

In life-threatening situations, the human brain always works extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the Palace Master Hongtong had figured out the key points.

His eyes widened in shock, and his expression changed uncontrollably.

Because he suddenly realized that in front of the growing Wu Man Shuang, just a thought would cause the three realms to flow with blood and leave millions of corpses.

It turns out that this is what it means to turn your hand to make clouds and your other hand to make rain.

This kind of power over life and death was something he had never dared to imagine when he fantasized about becoming a god!

Wu Man Shuang said: "I have never used such means on this journey. Because Wu Ti took my frost flower away in order to make all things live, not to kill them. But you——"

But he thought it was appropriate for you to die like this.

The pupils of the Lord of Hongtong Palace shrank into two tiny beads in an instant, shaking with fear in her eye sockets like marbles.

If he had known earlier that the enemy had always held his lifeline. If someone had told him before he surrendered to the enemy, then he, then he...

...Then maybe he wouldn't become a useless person.

In an instant, it seemed as if something was being peeled away from the bones and blood of the Lord of Hongtong Palace.

He clearly had the cultivation of a Mahayana, but at this moment he was as weak as a baby and had no power to fight back at all.

The yin and yang in the body are mixed together, and the extremely yin energy covers the whole body.

They were like sharp thorns, piercing through the meridians and lungs of the Lord of Hongtong Palace.

Every strand of spiritual energy turned into coldness, severe pain, fear... and everything that could remind people of the underworld, ghosts, and death.

At the same time, in the clear daytime, thunder suddenly occurred in the broad daylight.

A fierce and ruthless bolt of lightning struck from the sky and hit the main hall of Weiyang Palace. The strong lightning illuminated the world in bright white.

It penetrated the roof, went straight into the underground palace, and then fell heavily on the body of the master of Hongtong Palace, crushing him to ashes on the spot.

As a Mahayana monk, the Lord of Hongtong Palace had once withstood a thunder calamity and had his muscles and bones reshaped by heavenly thunder.

However, the thunder from heaven in the past was a thunder disaster in which forty-nine things happened from heaven and only one could be avoided by humans.

But now, this bolt of lightning struck in broad daylight, bringing with it an extremely deadly aura that would leave no room for survival.

——This is truly hated by heaven and earth, and cannot be tolerated by the sun and the moon!

After the thunder fell, the battlefield was quiet for a moment, and then cheers came from all directions.

For cultivators, heavenly thunder not only brings them advancement and tribulation, but also carries important revelations and implications.

Now, the Hongtong Palace was struck by lightning, indicating that this trip was a punishment from heaven!

On the battlefield, the morale of the Righteous Alliance monks was greatly boosted, and the remaining disciples in Hongtong Palace also took the initiative to seal their Dantian and surrender.

After the death of the Lord of Hongtong Palace, no one continued to manipulate the magic.

Although the disciples who were stimulated by the blood wine could not recover, they could no longer use self-destructive attacks and were quickly captured by the monks.

The war against Hong, which was expected to last for several months or even half a year in the human world, just died down like that.

On the battlefield, ordinary monks who took part in the actual combat were celebrating.

"Big victory! Big victory! Big victory!"

"The thunder from heaven has descended upon the world, Hong Tong will be executed!"

Many leaders and elders of the major sects raised their glasses to each other and expressed their feelings.

"Fortunately, we have taken down Hongtong Palace. Otherwise, we would be attacked from both sides in the future war."

"If we destroy the evil today, we will have the resources to fight against monsters tomorrow."

The monks with foresight knew clearly in their hearts that although Hongtong Palace was difficult to deal with, it was only a prelude.

Hidden behind it are the monsters who are ready to recreate the battle against demons three thousand years ago.

"When will the real battle to exorcise demons begin?"

"Maybe tomorrow."

“Maybe every day.”

…

The monks outside were celebrating their victory.

Meanwhile, in the Weiyang Palace, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang are breaking the seal to save the Wuti Fire.

In order to prevent Wu Ti from feeling too bored, the two of them kept talking to him.

What's more, the three good friends haven't seen each other for a long time, so they have countless topics to talk about.

For example, at this moment, Yan Luoyue suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Wu Ti, do you know that you have become a male mother?"

"???" The little green flame was very shocked, "What?"

Yan Luoyue couldn't help but let out a faint smile when she thought of the legends in the human world:

"It is said that the eggs of the three-legged golden crow were hatched from your flames."

It's really good, Wu Ti, who is the youngest among the three of them in terms of mental age, is the first to become an elder. Now she has become a mother painlessly, and can be regarded as a role model for male mothers in the world!

While teasing like this, Yan Luoyue selectively forgot the fact that the demons believed in her as a "spiritual mother".

Upon hearing this, the little flame suddenly faltered and trembled like a candle in the wind that had just heard a ghost story.

"…This is terrible. Why do I have to take on such a responsibility?"

"I'm just a small flame!"

Yan Luoyue gave a short smile, turned around and raised an eyebrow at Wu Manshuang.

——In fact, there is a legend in the world that the Froststone can fulfill all people's wishes.

But the three of them knew that if Manshuang came, every wisher would die quickly.

Wu Manshuang smiled and said deliberately, "This legend is quite interesting... Then, when we get out, let's eat roasted bird eggs."

Xiao Huomiao thought that this was completely targeted.

"You actually want to eat a bird in front of me!"

Wu Manshuang spoke calmly, repeating exactly what Wu Ti Zhi Huo had said three seconds ago:

"Don't worry about such trivial matters. You are just a small flame."

When he said the word "small", he added an emphasis.

If it weren't for the transparent cover, the Crow's Cry Fire would have already hit the cat's face.

Soon after, the blue, red, pink and black flames finally reunited and formed into a new fire.

The small pale blue flame was thin and flickering, shaped like a willow leaf.

The position it corresponds to is indeed the crow's mouth.

But the four-colored flames that were finally pieced together still looked languid.

Yan Luoyue felt sorry for his previous suffering, so she picked up the blue flame raised by the Lord of Hongtong Palace and fed it to the Crow's Crying Fire.

Sure enough, as soon as he saw this fake flower and thought of its previous owner, Wu Ti Zhi Huo immediately became excited.

With just one bite, it swallowed the green flame that was several feet taller than itself!

"How is it?" Yan Luoyue squatted in front of the little flame with concern, "Is it still good?"

Crow's Crying Fire flapped its wings sadly: "It's just a snack, it can fill my stomach."

Wu Manshuang interrupted, "Do you need more alien fire to nourish you?"

"No, haven't you noticed that I'm not the same color now? I'm not as pretty as before!"

Having to take the initiative to expose the shortcomings, Wu Ti Zhi Huo's tone was obviously a bit angry and embarrassed:

"Stupid stone, stupid sapling, I'm still one layer short of golden feathers!"

It is true.

The original crow's cry fire in the memory was an incomparably gorgeous flowing golden color.

However, the golden crows cry and split the fire...

Yan Luoyue's eyes were empty, and she couldn't help but look upwards again and again until she looked at the horizon.

She asked doubtfully, "Wu Ti, you don't want us to... pick the sun for you, do you?"

Or do you mean to plant a new sun?

If it's about planting the sun, then that's not her responsibility. We have to find Chang Lili, who is more professional.

Upon hearing this suggestion, Wu Ti Zhi Huo was obviously a little tempted.

He looked up at the sun above his head. The cute and exquisite ink-wash bird head swayed, and the pink crown feathers on its head also fluttered lively.

After a while, Crow's Crying Fire sighed reluctantly.

"Forget it. If I take them back, the impact on the world will be too great."

Just like before, Wu Manshuang drew away the extremely yin power in the body of the master of Hongtong Palace.

If the Crow's Cry Fire takes back the sun, then the experience of the Lord of Hongtong Palace will be the disaster that the world will face next.

The Crow's Crying Fire said sadly, "There is no fire of mine in this world anymore. If the golden fire was in the Demon World, it would have come to you. I think it must have fallen into the Demon World."

It's easier to get things done if you have a goal.

Yan Luoyue nodded without hesitation: "Okay, then we will go to the demon world next."

"What a great little sapling!" said Crow's Crying Fire happily.

He originally wanted to pounce on Yan Luoyue's hair and act coquettishly, just like he did in the past.

As a result, it was intercepted by Wu Manshuang just halfway through its flight, and then she slapped it down with her hand like a basketball.

Crow's Cry: "Big Stone, you &￥…@*……!"

After another chaotic game, Wu Ti Zhi Huo finally got tired and decided to rest. He lay on a stone chair, looking sideways at Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang, and suddenly a doubt arose in his heart.

"Before we go, I have a question for you."

Yan Luoyue was at a loss: "What?"

Crow's Cry Fire blinked, very suspicious: "Why are you holding hands?"

“…”

Crow's Cry Fire kept asking, "Are your hands stuck with glue? This is such an interesting glue, why don't you give me some too?"

At this moment, the atmosphere between the three of them was truly frozen like glue.

After a moment, Wu Manshuang chuckled.

He turned his head to the side, and then naturally, like a dragonfly touching the water, he placed his lips on Yan Luoyue's hair.

"Silly Huohuo." Wu Manshuang said in a very pitiful tone that could make Wu Ti Zhi Huo furious, "It's been three thousand years, how come you still don't have any sense?"

Crow's Cry Fire: "..."

Crow's Cry: "!!!"

The Crow's Cry Fire finally realized what had happened!

“——Ahhhhh, Broken Stone, I’m going to peck you to death!!!”