The fierce battle between the Red Mirror Demon Emperor, the Candle Dragon God King and the Quicksand God General plunged the Flame Demon Mountain into earth-shaking turmoil.
“Ka-ka-ka.”
The terrifying forces collided with each other, and the space was distorted like a broken mirror. The Fire Demon Mountain seemed to be touched and the mountain shook wildly.
The red magma spurting out of the cracks rushed into the sky like an angry dragon, and the scorching flames were like a surging tide, sweeping around with the force of a prairie fire, turning the entire Flame Demon Mountain into a scorching purgatory.
In this chaotic situation, the King of Yanjing keenly sensed the fatal crisis.
“Buzz buzz buzz.”
It was glowing red all over, like a giant red gem spirit. In the interweaving light of flames and magic, it was desperately trying to escape.
During the fierce battle between Beiyu Sword Emperor and Yang Jian, he caught a glimpse of the unusual movement of the King of Yanjing out of the corner of his eye.
"There really is a King of Flame Crystal!"
With an idea in his mind, he made a prompt decision and gave up the fight with Yang Jian. He turned into a ray of green light and rushed towards the direction of the King of Yan Jing like an arrow.
However, while he was on his way to pursue the King of Yanjing, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons Palace flashed and appeared in front of Beiyu Sword Emperor like a ghost.
The demonic energy around him surged like a black surging wave, and he sneered, "You want to take the King of Yanjing away? Have you asked me?"
After saying that, he swung his hands violently, and countless black magic blades shot towards Beiyu Sword Emperor like a rainstorm.
"Ten thousand demons?"
"How dare you stop me, you bastard?"
Beiyu Sword Emperor's face turned stern, and the long sword in his hand danced rapidly. The sword flowers flashed, forming an impenetrable defensive barrier.
The sound of "ding ding dang dang" was endless, and the magic blade hit the sword curtain, splashing countless sparks.
However, the attack of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons Palace was like a tide, and Emperor Beiyu Sword was entangled for a while and could not get away to chase the King of Yanjing.
"My King of Yanjing!"
Beiyu Sword Emperor roared madly in his heart, and was extremely angry. Every slash contained tremendous divine power, which made the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons Palace unable to resist.
Although Beiyu Sword Emperor is arrogant, his strength is actually that of a top God King. Once he absorbs the super treasure such as the King of Flame Crystal, his combat power will definitely be able to compete with Hong Jing and Wan Chen.
Unfortunately, Wanmo had already seen through his thoughts, and would not let Yan Jing fall into the hands of the other party even if he could not get it.
After all, the Divine Court and the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons have been in a state of secret hostility, and he doesn't want to have another powerful enemy.
“Good opportunity.”
Seeing this, Yang Jian seized the opportunity and ran towards the direction of the King of Yanjing.
But before he could get close, the huge body of the Candle Dragon God King suddenly appeared in front of him like a moving iceberg.
The body of the Candle Dragon God King exuded a bone-chilling chill, and his icy blue eyes were filled with majesty and coldness. "Humph, it's not your turn to intervene here!"
After saying that, he opened his mouth and spurted out an ice dragon, which was wrapped in endless coldness and pounced towards Yang Jian with its fangs and claws bared.
"You dare to stop me?"
Yang Jian's eyes were cold, his body was filled with surging spiritual energy, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand emitted a dazzling silver light.
Facing the ice dragon sprayed by the Candle Dragon God King, he showed no fear. He shouted loudly and swung his sword to meet the attack like a god of war.
This knife was packed with overwhelming force, as if it could split the sky and earth in half.
The blade light and the ice dragon collided with a loud bang, causing a deafening roar, and ice chips and spiritual light flew everywhere.
Under the sharp blade, the ice dragon instantly shattered and disintegrated, turning into icy mist all over the sky.
"You broke my Yinyue Ice Dragon with just one strike?"
When the Candle Dragon God King saw that the ice dragon was defeated, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
Before he could make the next reaction, Yang Jian rushed forward like lightning and swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand again. A crescent-shaped sharp sword energy whizzed out, tearing through the air and slashing towards the Candle Dragon God King swiftly.
"Dragon Armor."
The Candle Dragon God King did not dare to be careless. The ice-blue dragon scale armor on his body shone brightly. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to block the fierce attack.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak."
The sword energy slashed fiercely on his arms, causing a dazzling light to burst out. The powerful impact caused the Candle Dragon God King's body to tremble.
His feet left two deep grooves on the rocky ground of Fire Demon Mountain, and he was forced back several feet.
The Candle Dragon God King steadied his body, a trace of solemnity in his eyes. He did not expect that Yang Jian could suppress and force him back so easily. He became secretly alert in his heart and dared not underestimate him anymore.
After Yang Jian forced him back tens of thousands of meters, he did not continue to pursue him, but turned around and chased in the direction of the King of Yan Jing.
The King of Yanjing fled from Yanmo Mountain in a panic, with red light flashing all around him, like a rapidly falling meteor, leaving a striking track between heaven and earth.
It seemed to be frightened by the melee and had completely lost its direction. It just instinctively fled away from the Fire Demon Mountain.
After wandering aimlessly for a while, the King of Yanjing, who continued to release energy to escape pursuit, gradually ran out of power and his light became dimmer.
Its shape became illusory and unstable, and its speed became slower and slower, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.
“Hahahaha…God help me.”
Ancestor Long Yan, who had been hiding in the dark, spying on the King of Yan Jing's every move like a ghost, saw that the time had come and a hint of irrepressible ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
He jumped out from his hiding place like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey and rushed towards the King of Yan Jing at an extremely fast speed.
"This opportunity is meant for this ancestor."
Ancestor Long Yan stretched out his skinny but powerful hand and grabbed the dying King of Yan Jing.
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