Chapter 634

In the sky, the black magic gas, like ink dripping in the water, dyed the whole sky black.

However, the burning light was extremely dazzling surrounded by the magic gas.

The Yan devil waved his wings, and his body composed of flame and magma exuded unparalleled momentum.

But in front of him was a young man with a strange smile. He looked at his eyes full of irritability and disdain with a light smile.

The little silver dragon is behind the fire Lord. His body is as different as an elephant and an ant compared with the mountain body of the fire Lord.

"Ah woo! Ah woo!" the little silver dragon didn't have the habit of confrontation. As soon as he came up, he rolled his silver body and rushed directly at the fire Lord.

"Little mole ants." the flame Lord roared, and a flame in his hand turned into a whip and beat it hard, sweeping into the body of the little silver dragon.

"Ah woo!" the little silver dragon's body is like lightning. It is not accessible by the flame whip at all. After the flame Lord found that the little silver dragon had passed through his flame whip, he was surprised to find that the little silver dragon had come in front of him.

With one hand, the flame Lord directly grabbed the little silver dragon in the void with his hand, and the turbulent flame wrapped it towards the little silver dragon.

This grasp is not only the damage of fire, but also can condense into essence like the body of magma, which contains extremely huge power.

At the same time, Song Fei also moved, and the scarlet cloak danced wildly in the high wind. Song Fei flew over the head of the flame Lord. The dark magic Qi on the magic sword emerged, turned into a black competition and directly split into the body of the flame Lord.

The flame Lord's body swells with strong flame, which covers his whole body as a protective cover.

Two flames shot out of Song Fei's eyes, sweeping the black peelian cut at Song Fei. A fiery red flame and black pitting hit each other instantly.

At the same time, the body of the flame Lord sprang up and hit song Fei's weak body with a fist like a hill. The length of each finger far exceeded Song Fei's height.

Song Fei sneered. Then he blew out his fist and hit it with the fist of the flame Lord.

"Boom!" for a moment, the fire was everywhere, and the body of the flame Lord fell down faster than the rise. On the way down, a large number of magic soldiers and Yan demons flew.

When the flame Lord was close to the sea of magma, his body could stop. Then he was surprised to find that the black training just cut by song Feigang was not blocked out of his body as he imagined, but cut a huge wound on his body.

"How could it be like this!" the flame Lord uttered an unwilling stuffy hum, followed by a startling roar: "ah!"

Looking down, I just grabbed the hand of little silver dragon. At the moment, most of the whole palm disappeared. Looking back, I saw little silver dragon eating his palm excitedly.

In the sky, a dark shadow came with the monstrous magic pressure, and countless people cut into the body of the flame Lord. The flame Lord roared up to the sky and sank into the sea of fire.

The black pilian cut on the sea of fire and then disappeared into the whole sea of fire.

The whole piece of flame suddenly rioted, and constantly there were flames rising from the magma flame into the sky and shooting into the endless sky.

A large number of magic soldiers fell under the flames, and then turned into fly ash.

Instead of pursuing, Song Fei stood in the air, overlooking the battlefield, with a faint smile on his face.

"Roar!" in the sea of fire, there was a roar!

"Roar!" there was another roar, but it was not the same voice.

Then Song Fei saw that there was a silver dragon rolling in the sea of fire. The flame Lord was surrounded by the dragon, rushing left and right, but he couldn't escape the siege of the little silver dragon.

The flame Lord commanded the turbulent magma and his own flame to besiege the little silver dragon, but these flames on the little silver dragon, just like ordinary water, can only wash the body of the little silver dragon, but can't hurt a scale of the little silver dragon.

The fire Lord threw a fist, which was enough to destroy large mountains and make the flat land into a fist of the great lake, but it could not smash the body of the little silver dragon. On the contrary, the terrible anti shock force made the fire Lord himself suffer a counterattack with the same force.

With every sharp claw of the little silver dragon, a large amount of magma will fall from the flame Lord. Although the flame Lord can use the flame to replenish his body again, depending on the situation, the flame Lord is more reluctant to give up his original body.

That is the body that has been condensed for thousands of years, and how the essence of the essence can be compared to those of the simple magmatic flame.

"Why are you, your race, extinct? How can it still exist." the flame Lord roared, but his voice lacked domineering and arrogance, but more shock and fear.

"Roar!" the little silver dragon did not care about the resistance and roar of the fire Lord. When his claws were waved, the breath of the fire Lord suddenly weakened a lot, and his life flesh and blood fell in large areas under the attack of the little silver dragon.

Whether the flame Lord is in the flame or rushing into the void, he can't escape the siege of the little silver dragon.

At this moment, a cold word rushed to the heart of the flame Lord: "kill the whole Yanmo race."

The fire Lord couldn't bear to look back and saw more and more Yan demons falling in the fire, stirring up waves one after another, shocking casualties one after another, which severely stimulated Yan demons' hearts.

"I submit, I am willing to submit, great king, I am willing to submit under your command." the flame Lord roared. After feeling his own life threat and ethnic crisis, the flame Lord was forced to lower his arrogant head.

But his reaction didn't seem to get the attention of the demon king in the sky. He didn't seem to hear the roar of the flame Lord. He still calmly looked at the battle below. And every second of the battle, a large number of Yan demons fall.

"Wang, please forgive us." the flame Lord rushed out of the sea of fire regardless of the sharp claw attack of little silver dragon, flew to Song Fei's body, and knelt down under Song Fei's body.

However, Song Fei is still indifferent.

"King, please." the Lord of fire prostrated his head on his knees, showing his greatest sincerity. Regardless of the little silver dragon, he continued to catch his flesh and blood.

"War, stop!" finally, these four words came out of Song Fei's mouth. Little Yinlong reluctantly looked at Song Fei and reluctantly left the body of Lord flame.

"Optimus orders the war to stop." Carter shouted.

Then a large number of magic soldiers began to retreat like a tide and rushed to Song Fei's back and stood quietly. During this period, no one dared to hesitate. All magic soldiers can be described as orders and prohibitions.

"Optimus demon king! Lord of fire worships my king." Lord of fire takes the lead. Fire red figures kneeling on the ground in the sky, and flames stretch out in the sky and lead to the distance.

The dense shadow of the devil looks like a large cloud of fire from a distance.

Under the command of the flame Lord, there were more than 50 xuanjing Yan demons. Now little silver dragon ate more than 30 xuanjing Yan demons. These people will be more powerful and destructive than ordinary magic soldiers. The Yan demons family was originally a top race in the demon world.

On Song Fei's side, the magic generals in xuanjing also lost a lot. They lost more than ten magic generals in xuanjing, one of whom was killed by Song Fei's own sword.

Both sides lost a lot in this expedition, but Song Fei completely conquered a race by means of war.

"My king, we Yanmo clan, how will we deal with it in the future?" the flame leader said.

Song Fei smiled. Under the dark sky, the scarlet cloak looked very refreshing. All the Yan demons fanned their wings without saying a word and looked at Song Fei nervously.

The fate of tens of thousands of people of the Yan devil family is in the hands of the men in the air. With Song Fei's silence, the Yan demons are nervous and suffocating.

"The Yanmo family will be in this flame territory in the future, so there is no need to go out." Song Fei's order was like the imperial edict of heaven, which immediately made the Yanmo family breathe a sigh of relief.

"My king, if there is a war, the Yanmo family will also fight. This is my commitment to my king." the flame Lord said in a deep voice. Every word of the mountain like body can cause the surrounding temperature to expand extremely, and the air makes bursts of stuffy noise because it is too hot.

"Now, you have only one task, refining ore." Song Fei pondered for a while. "If you have meritorious service, I will reward you."

"Yes, my king!" the flame Lord bowed his head. "I Yanmo family are first-class flame controllers in the whole demon world. Don't worry, my king. We don't dare to resist your orders."

"Well, there are many good things in your magma. Take out half of what is useful to you and contribute all of what is useless to you." song Feidao.

The spirit roots of heaven and earth bred in the flame territory are of great use to the Yanmo family. However, seeing Song Fei speak now, even if the flame Lord refused to give up, he agreed without hesitation under the threat of extermination.

"Cassie, you stay here for the time being and be responsible for overseeing all matters related to the construction and smelting of ore." Song Fei said after thinking about it, "for the time being, Lord flame is the first demon general under my command. You don't listen to anyone except me."

"Yes!" the whole demon army replied.

Beside the sea of magma, there are black and hard mountains. These mountains are composed of strange stones. They are still standing after being washed by magma for hundreds of millions of years. These mountains are almost immune to fire.

Now, large black hard mountains have been hollowed out and one workshop after another has been erected. The Yanmo family guides the magma into the mountains as the flame needed to melt the ore.

The Yanmo family also ended their comfortable days. Next, they have to be a qualified craftsman to melt a large number of minerals transported from a distance.

Of course, today's ore is far from being satisfied with the long-term refining of the Yanmo family.

Of course, Song Fei is not satisfied with two territories.

War is endless.