There is no doubt that the Qingjiao Sword, which has absorbed a sufficient amount of divine materials and is constantly being replenished by divine materials, is very attractive to the Lord of Yinghuo!

Look, his body protection divine light, his body protection clothes, and the string of beads on his neck could not block the sharpness of the Qingjiao Sword.

Chu Tian judged that one was that the Qingjiao sword was too sharp, and the other was that the Yinghuo God might be too poor - this guy who claimed to be "God" might have a family foundation that was not as thick as Chu Tian!

At least the Qingjiao Sword is extremely sharp now, when facing the Annihilation Star Bead, it is still impossible to break through the powerful defense of the Annihilation Star Bead.

The wealth of this God of Yinghuo is really not very good. It is not as good as Zi Wanzhong, nor as good as Zi Tianzun. It is probably equivalent to the wealth of the heads of the five major families in Wufeng Canyon? That is really poor enough!

The flames flew into the sky and then fell down rapidly.

The boiling flames rolled rapidly and condensed into the tall body of the Lord Yinghuo. There was a red line on his neck, and a little bit of blood was constantly oozing out. The Lord Yinghuo used a secret method to avoid the bad luck of being beheaded by the Qingjiao Sword with a sword. Even so, the sharpness of the Greenjiao Sword also caused him to suffer enough.

"Indigenous ants, how dare you hurt my noble holy body!" Yinghuo God roared angrily, waved his right hand, a flame swinged, the sword edge was like water waves, and the cloud head at the hilt of the sword was a flaming sword with a small lotus swung out, and a sword slashed towards Chu Tian.

Chu Tian thought, and a ray of moonlight flashed on the Qingjiao Sword and jumped directly to the presence of Yinghuo God.

Then countless extremely thin streams pierced and crisscrossed, and thin sword lights were flowing back and forth throughout the sky. Accompanied by a sharp whistle, God of Ying Huo was completely wrapped by a ball of sword light that was as clear as water waves.

With a few crisp sounds of "Ding Ding", the amazingly powerful long flame sword in the hand of God of the Yellow Dragon Sword was cut into thousands of pieces by the Qing Jiao Sword. The flames fell, just like the wings of countless flame butterflies fell from the air.

The Lord of Yinghuo roared in shock and anger. He turned into a fire again and rushed into the sky. The green dragon sword flew over his body. A few "swish" sounds. The sleeves of the fiery red treasure robe on his body were chopped up by the sword light, and the sky was blown into a sky and slowly fell down.

The sword light swept across the body of Yinghuo God, and opened more than a dozen shallow sword marks about a foot on his body. Little red blood spilled down, and it fell into the sea like a volcano erupting, exploding waves of water all over the sky and boundless heat.

Chu Tian took a breath and forced Ying Huo God away. He summoned the Qingjiao Sword back to his side. A clear sword light quietly hangs beside Chu Tian. His palm flipped, and a ball of "Taiyin" magic material was directly fed to the Qingjiao Sword.

The Qingjiao Sword now has speed and sharpness, but its lethality has been reduced sharply after facing the transformation of Yinghuo God into flames.

Obviously, the Qingjiao Sword requires some special killing power.

As Chu Tian's control and perception of the power of Taiyin became more complete, Chu Tian discovered the terrible lethality of the power of Taiyin, especially the attributes of the power of Taiyin included extreme cold, which was the nemesis of the Lord Yinghuo!

He fed several balls of "Taiyin" magical materials to the Qingjiao Sword in succession. Chu Tian wield his fingers hard on the sword edge, and a blood mark remained on the Qingjiao Sword.

The Qingjiao Sword fused Chu Tian's essence and blood, and the absorption speed of the "Taiyin" divine material increased by a large part. The sword edge was jumping gently. Because the power of Taiyin was integrated, the Qingjiao Sword's sword body was like moonlight, gradually becoming erratic and misty, as difficult to see clearly as a dream.

God of Ying Huo condensed his body again in the sky. He looked down at Chu Tian and others in anger.

He finally discovered that these ants with a cultivation level far less than his and aura of a hundred times weaker than him have become a trouble he cannot resist because of the existence of a strange long sword - how could any inconspicuous little guy have such a terrible long sword?

He is a dignified God, and he does not have such a magic weapon!

He looked up helplessly and looked around. From the quality of the treasures of monks in one world, he could judge the foundation and development potential of a world.

In his acre of three-point land, God Yinghuo was the supreme ruler. Chu Tian was obviously just an inconspicuous little person in this world. God Yinghuo’s treasure was not as good as Chu Tian alone.

"What a terrible 'heaven'!" Ying Huo God's face was gloomy, and his mood was as gloomy as his face.

"Hey, a few little guys, how many years have you practiced? What is your level in this heaven?" Looking at Chu Tian angrily, although he was a little unwilling to give up, Ying Huo God forcibly restrained his anger and gritted his teeth to ask Chu Tian.

The wisps of fire and red clouds that filled the world were constantly sucked back into his body by the Lord of the Faith. Soon, his whole body was completely gone and his fireworks were hanging quietly in the sky, no longer the high-profile and ostentatiousness he had just appeared.

Chu Tian was about to speak, but Luo'er was already ahead, and he said calmly and disapprovingly: "We have been practicing for less than a hundred years! As for our cultivation, in this world, it is probably... ordinary? Many people who are of similar age to us are far stronger than us."

Noting that the fierce look of the Lord Yinghuo staring at the Qingjiao Sword, Luo'er said lightly: "As for... these treasures... haha, these treasures are of great power, they are not something too rare!"

Luo'er's tone was very relaxed, and it was a bit too relaxed.

The more relaxed she spoke, the more serious the face of God became.

Luo'er was very smooth, bringing Yinghuo God's thinking to the fork-the road - Chu Tian and Luo'er's cultivation was much stronger than the young people of Yinghuo God's clan, but their cultivation time was less than a hundred years?

What a talent and qualification, their daily practice conditions are amazingly better!

As for the magic weapon like the Qingjiao Sword, it is just a 'not something too rare'!

With powerful talents and qualifications, excellent external cultivation conditions, and these magical weapons... Yinghuo God suddenly gasped. What a terrible world is this?

With such potential and such a foundation, God Yinghuo couldn't help but feel a little complacent. Fortunately, he took the opportunity to sneak into this world this time and peeked into the truth about this world a little bit, otherwise...

A white cloud suddenly emerged from the sky. At first, it was just a very thin white air, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a white cloud the size of a reed mat. Soon, a ball of white air was seen rolling and squirting out, followed by white clouds rolling and rolling, covering a radius of thousands of miles.

In the white clouds, an old man with white hair and white beard in a silver robe appeared slowly, and flashed to the presence of the Lord Yinghuo.

"The great host of God is here, and he is disrespectful, rude, and rude...but why does God bully the younger generation of his family here?"
Chapter completed!