The moment the flame demon appeared, a feeling of trembling occurred in the depths of everyone present.

Looking at the giant with the sky above his head and the ground on his feet, Wu Jun's face instantly became ugly.

Holy Land!

This flame demon is actually a peerless powerful person with the sixth level of cultivation!

Having seen the appearance of Confucian sages and Dharma, he would never forget the feeling of facing the power of heaven and earth. However, compared with the aura of Confucian sages, the aura of the flame demon in front of him is mixed with destruction and mania, which is daunting.

"Don't panic, everyone..."

Wu Jun turned his face and wanted to comfort the civilians behind him, but found that they had already fallen into a coma and lay down on the ground, and immediately smiled bitterly.

Without entering them, even ten thousand soldiers of the Shansha Army could not withstand the pressure of the flame demon and fainted.

In the entire team, Zhao Lan was left alone and could still maintain normalcy. The second prince, Ji Changfeng and others all had to rely on weapons to stand up.

Zhao Lan's face was also a little pale, and her knuckles were white and holding the hilt of the sword, saying, "This person should be the Fire Demon. The powerful man in the sixth realm is indeed as terrifying as the rumor."

At the same time, the altar containing the Holy Lord suddenly flew out of the camel's pocket and came to Wu Jun's side. He used his spiritual sense to condense his true body, and said anxiously: "Drive the formation in the imperial city!"

Wu Jun said nervously: "Although I have moved some tricks on your formation, I am not sure."

The Holy Lord closed his hands together, quickly changed his handprints, and said, "See my movements clearly, and then use the Shadow God Technique to inject spiritual power into the corresponding positions of the five star positions of Ziwei, Taibai, Qisha, Pojun, and Tianlang."

Wu Jun stared at the hands of the Holy Lord, and quickly learned his method of making seals. According to his instructions, he awakened the portraits hidden in the five directions in the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, five Taoist priests with the same appearance appeared and looked exactly the same as the thin Taoist priest beside Wu Jun who struggled to resist the power of the flame demon!

As the five Taoists injected spiritual power into their feet, five white lines lit up and extended in different directions. Soon, a star map covering the entire ruin revealed its true colors.

In an instant, the star powers of the heavens seemed to be pulled, and with a bang, descending the column of light and falling towards the head of the flame demon!

The flame demon trampled on his believers to death. While absorbing their essence and blood, he suddenly noticed a dangerous aura.

When I raised my head, I saw a starlight hitting head-on, and let out a cold snort. The blood-red formation above my head became bright in an instant, and it collided with the starlight falling above my head.

boom!

With the loud noise, the earth swayed violently, and the desert was like a tsunami, raising high waves of sand, spreading towards the surroundings with the flame demon as the center.

The high-rolled sand waves spanned dozens of miles and had already arrived in front of Wu Jun and others in the blink of an eye. Seeing that everyone was about to be buried alive, a sudden sound of sword roar sounded, and Zhao Lan's sword in her hand suddenly came out of the sheath.

"Sword breaks the mountains and rivers!"

A huge lightsword slashed out and instantly cut the sand waves open. Under the action of the sword energy, it separated a ten-meter-long passage and passed by tens of thousands of people led by Wu Jun.

Seeing the crisis resolved, Wu Jun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to thank Zhao Lan.

Suddenly, a huge suction force came, sucking Wu Jun and the jar away together.

Wu Junfei raised his face in panic and saw that the Flame Demon had appeared intact, but his body shrank more than half. He was holding his palm in the void and looking at him and the jar with a playful expression.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Jun had already landed in front of the flame demon, staggered a few steps and stood firm, hugging the falling jar.

At the same time, Zhao Lan's sword merged into one, turned into a giant sword and flew in, and stabbed the flame demon's palm with a sword!

The flame demon's eyes condensed, his palm spread out, and pressed against the tip of the sword with his palm.

The aftermath of the two fighting once again lifted Wu Jun out.

Soon, Wu Jun hugged the jar and climbed up from the ground, looked down at the jar in his hand: "Jar Spirit, hurry up and find a way. Could it be that there is only one formation in the capital city, right?"

The phantom of the Holy Lord condensed again and said with a serious expression: "There is also a defensive formation, but it cannot have much effect when used against this flame demon. After all, the flame demon is in the holy realm. Although only one soul comes, it is not something my formation can deal with."

Wu Jun frowned and said, "Then we can only wait to die?"

The Holy Lord curled his lips: "Not that. Only the Holy Realm can deal with the Holy Realm. You are lucky. There is a second Holy Realm powerhouse in this city!"

Wu Jun turned around and looked around and said in surprise: "Is there a powerful man from the sixth realm hidden beside us?"

The Holy Lord sneered: "Stop looking for it, that strong man is far away from the sky and is near in front of him!"

Wu Jun trembled and looked at the Holy Lord with a shocked look: "Am I also a powerful person in the Holy Realm?"

Holy Lord: "@#￥%..."

After gritting his teeth, the Holy Lord shouted angrily: "It's me, the strong man I'm talking about is me! Let me release me from this damn jar, I'll help you deal with this flame demon!"

Wu Jun glanced at Zhao Lan who was fighting with the Fire Demon Spirit. Seeing that although she was at a disadvantage, she might not have had hope of exhausting the power of the soul. He said, "Wait a minute, I feel that my aunt can kill her!"

As he finished speaking, the Flame Demon slashed out with a knife, and the sword energy that Zhao Lan stabbed was suddenly scattered. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground.

Wu Jun's expression froze instantly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "You shouldn't be fed poisonous milk..." As he spoke, a stream of Buddha's power spread out from his body, used the method of wisdom sword, and pointed it into a sword, slashing at the flame demon with a sword.

The flame demon sensed the dangerous aura coming from behind, and suddenly turned into an ordinary size. He used this incredible method to avoid Wu Jun's sword, frowned slightly at him and looked at him: "Are you a Buddhist?"

Wu Jun held the jar and had a solemn expression on his face. He tried his best to communicate with the Buddha's relics in the spiritual platform. He pinched the seal of compassion and compassion in his hand, and said in a compassionate voice: "Amitabha, when I see this seat here, I will not retreat quickly."

The flame demon stared at Wu Jun up and down for a few glances, and sneered: "Just with your words, I want me to retreat? Do you really think you are a Buddha!"

Seeing that he was not frightened by the Buddha he pretended to be, Wu Jun immediately sweated on his forehead and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, if you don't leave, we will go, whoever stops will be the grandson!"

Flame Demon: "????"
Chapter completed!