The Samadhi True Fire is originally formed by essence, energy, and spirit. With Ye Chen's current cultivation level, supplemented by three top-level artifacts, the power of the Samadhi True Fire condensed is naturally many times stronger than before.
Wherever the crimson flames passed, the sea of fire in the sky dissipated.
Immediately afterwards, the Samadhi True Fire rushed straight towards Fang Rui above.
The sudden change made Fang Rui unable to dodge. He knew that the fire in front of him was really strange and he must not be easily touched by it.
However, despite his best efforts to dodge, the flames still burned the corners of his clothes.
The flowing white clothes on Fang Rui quickly lit up with a milky white light.
It was obviously a defensive artifact of high grade!
However, even though Fang Rui had used all his strength to activate the magic weapon to resist the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, he was still unable to stop the Samadhi True Fire from spreading along the corners of his clothes to other parts of his body.
"My 'Immortal Robe'!"
A look of pain flashed across Fang Rui's eyes, but he still decisively controlled the artifact to self-destruct and fall off his body.
A soul-gathering-level defensive treasure, just like that...
Compared with this, now he only has a piece of white cloth around his waist to cover his body, and the rest of his naked body is exposed in the air, which is what he can't tolerate the most.
Especially in the distance, there was a group of people looking over here, gathered in groups of three or four, whispering and laughing...
He, the great son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, has lost all face!
This is more painful than taking his life!
"Today... none of you can leave!!"
The veins on Fang Rui's forehead bulged as he silently chanted a spell. A small teardrop-shaped water-blue tower was about to burst out from between his eyebrows.
But at this moment.
The divine power was overwhelming above the sky, and a powerful pressure enveloped it.
A gentle yet powerful divine power enveloped Fang Rui, calming his increasingly irritable mood and allowing the small water-colored tower to return to his body.
Then, a cold and majestic voice sounded: "My son, don't worry, let your father capture him!"
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