Golden Summoner

Two figures were flying rapidly on the sea, with lightning speed, and everything in Beihai Port had completely disappeared on the distant horizon in just a moment.

The old man in black robe next to Crown Prince Beitang Wangchuan was closely chasing the man in front of him with a golden mask on his face.

Dense fireballs continued to fly out from the side of the black-robed old man, blasting towards the man in front.

The person in front also kept releasing fireballs towards the back.

The speed of the two people has exceeded the speed of sound. When the two people fly over the sea, a huge sonic boom will be heard around them. The sea surface is like being scratched by two invisible plows. The sea water is rolling and floating on the sea surface. There are two white marks left on...

Occasionally, if a fireball enters the sea, it will explode instantly. The high temperature will evaporate a large amount of water vapor from the sea water on the sea surface.

If Xia Pingan were here, he would definitely feel that the two sides chasing and fighting were like flying fighter planes fighting in the air. Both sides were so powerful that it was completely unimaginable for ordinary people.

Just as the two people were speeding quickly on the sea, the man with the golden mask on his face suddenly saw a strange scene on the sea level in front of him. A red sun jumped out from the sea, and the light lofty.

The sun was right above their heads, so how could the sun still rise from the sea?

In the blink of an eye, the second sun rises from the sea...

The third round... the fourth round...

In front of him, behind him, in the sky, underground, southeast, northwest and four directions, eight red suns rose.

A man wearing a white robe with eight three-legged golden crows embroidered on the white robe stood with his hands behind his back under the red sun, looking coldly at the man who rushed over with a golden mask on his face.

The moment he saw the eight-round red sun, the man with the golden mask on his face stopped suddenly.

The sea beneath my feet has disappeared...

The man wearing the golden mask found himself in a world full of flames. Those eight suns were everything in this world. In the sky of this world, there was a pattern across the sky. That pattern was The three horizontal lines were separated from each other and became six horizontal lines.

If Xia Ping'an were here, he would definitely be able to recognize the three horizontal lines that cut across the sky, which are the Li hexagrams.

Li represents fire!

The aura of the man in white is like the king of this world, cold, ruthless, powerful, overlooking everything.

The man with the golden mask on his face raised his head and looked at the six horizontal lines in the sky filled with the mighty power of Heaven. His voice suddenly became extremely bitter, and he slowly uttered four words, "Lihuo Tianjun!"

The man in white robe said coldly, "Are you going to wear that thing on your face before you die?"

"How will you be here?"

"Waiting for you!" Lihuo Tianjun said calmly.

"Hey..." The man with the golden mask on his face sighed quietly, and gently took off the mask on his face, revealing the face of a gentle and thin old man behind the mask. At this moment, that face was full of despair. dead gray.

"I didn't expect that the famous medical saint in the capital city would actually be the altar leader of the Blood Demon Sect!" The man in white shook his head slightly.

"In the end, you and I are just asking for a chance to become immortal. At this moment, we are just each our own master!" The thin old man calmed down completely and smiled. His eyes suddenly turned blood red, and the breath on his body also changed. It began to rise rapidly, "The magic door is about to open, the world is turbulent, the war between the gods has been reignited, the two masters standing above the gods will fight again, and the universe is reincarnated, I may just be ahead of you Just take a step, I'll wait for you below..."

"Death is imminent, so much nonsense!" The man in white stretched out his hand, and the six horizontal lines carrying the majestic power of heaven pressed down, and the eight red suns bloomed with thousands of rays of light. The temperature in the entire void suddenly climbed to an unbearable level. In an imaginary situation, the entire space is twisting in the heat.

Six horizontal lines are coming.

The face of the thin old man suddenly became ferocious, and his body suddenly grew to a height of five meters. The muscles all over his body bulged, his nails grew longer, horns grew on his head, and hard scales began to appear on his skin. The blood in his body rolled and he roared. Countless summons appeared around him like a tide, including humans, warriors, slaves, various weird creatures, and magic protection...

All the struggles are meaningless, just like Mount Tai falling on top of a chicken egg.

A sound of "chi..."...

The altar leader of the Blood Demon Sect and all the summons and spells instantly turned into smoke under the six horizontal lines and dissipated without leaving any residue behind.

Six horizontal lines and eight red suns dissipated, and the sea reappeared...

The man in white robe stood in the void, and not far away, the old man in black robe waited quietly. From the beginning to the end, in fact, less than half a minute passed. There was still a rough sea under their feet, and there was only one sun in the sky above their heads.

"It's the medical sage who came to the capital and has been killed!" the man in white robe said calmly.

The old man in black robe bowed, turned around and flew towards Beihai Port.

The man in white clothes stood in the air, hunting in white clothes. He raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun above his head, and sighed softly, "The magic door is wide open, the world is fierce, hey..."

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In the sky to the north of Beihai Port, blood-colored firelight and lightning filled the sky for a while, and the terrifying Void Divine Thunder exploded in the sky, suddenly covering the sky with a radius of more than ten miles, like a big bloody umbrella. , covering the Crown Prince Beitang Wangchuan and all the guards around Beitang Wangchuan...

"Haha, die, no matter what Beitang Wangchuan, you will turn into ashes, hahahaha..." A man wearing a ghost mask laughed ferociously under the Void Divine Thunder.

The sense of accomplishment of successfully assassinating the crown prince of the Great Shang Kingdom suddenly made that man obsessed, and he couldn't stop.

But in the blink of an eye, the laughter of the man who was laughing suddenly stopped.

Because he saw that Beitang Wangchuan and the guards around him were instantly weakened by the terrifying Void Divine Thunder, and each of them turned into pieces of paper.

A faint yellow light bloomed on the paper, resisting the Void Divine Thunder for less than half a second, but in the blink of an eye, the paper turned into ashes.

No, it’s a stand-in puppet!

The Blood Demon Cult spent so much precious Void Divine Thunder to set up the killing array, but in the end, how many pieces of paper were exploded?

Fell into a trap!

The man wearing the ghost mask wanted to fly away, but he saw an old man carrying a pole appearing in front of him.

"Seven Seas Shark Demon, you are fine. Are you healed from your last injury..."

"Master Maomao..." The Seven Seas Shark Demon screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

The old man smiled slightly at the man wearing the ghost mask. In the next second, the old man's bamboo pole turned into an emerald green fishing rod. When the fishing rod was swung, the mouth and head of the Seven Seas Shark Monster were hooked by a golden fishhook. Living.

The Seven Seas Shark Demon was caught by the old man with a fishing rod, and was thrown out heavily. Like a cannonball, it hit a nearby mountain peak. The entire mountain shattered into pieces, and the Seven Seas Shark Demon's mask also fell off.

The Seven Seas Shark Demon under the mask had broken bones, vomited three liters of blood, and a face that was split into three parts, looking as ugly as a demon.

Before the old man could throw out the fishing rod again, the Seven Seas Shark Monster had already smashed his own head with a frightened punch, took off the golden fishhook, and his whole body suddenly turned into three streams of blood smoke, and fled madly towards the sea. .

The emerald green fishing rod was thrown out again, and the golden fishhook caught a stream of blood smoke. The old man put back the rod, stretched out a hand, pinched the blood smoke, and directly crushed the blood smoke.

A man wearing a scholar's robe appeared, holding a pen, and wrote four words with the pen, two words for "sleep" and two words for "burn". The second and third puffs of blood smoke were trapped, and then Burned violently.

The second stream of blood smoke turned to gray in the blink of an eye.

The third stream of blood smoke also turned into ashes, but among the ashes, a red bead flew out. The light flashed and disappeared from the place. The next second, the bead appeared on the sea in the distance. The child submerged into the sea.

The emerald green fishing rod and the golden fishhook tried to catch the bead, but they failed.

"Soul-stealing orb, I didn't expect that the Shark Monster of the Seven Seas would have this life-saving treasure in his hands..." The old man with the fishing rod flew over, looked at the direction in which the bead disappeared, and said regretfully.

The scholar in robes flew over and shook his head, "That old guy got a lot of treasures at sea. He probably hid them privately and missed them. But even if he survives this time, he will only have a trace of his soul. I don’t know what kind of thing he can be parasitic on. There is no hope that his cultivation will be restored to what it is today. I will deal with him next time I see him..."

"That's right..."

In the North Sea Port, the summoned legion has appeared and began to eliminate the pirates who had sneaked into the city...

Everything is under control…