Chapter 245 The Power of Holy Fire

Chapter 245 Holy Fire Power

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The most core arena of Danhuo City. Read

At this time, two alchemy furnaces were built on the opposite side.

There were two figures standing in the middle of their own arena.

The young man among them was naturally Xinghui.

And the handsome middle-aged man on the opposite side was Fan Cheng.

Today was the day when the two of them would duel in the way of alchemy.

Early in the morning, a large number of alchemists filled the entire arena like a tide.

The cultivators who came later couldn't even see the figures of the two people.

They were too far away and could only watch the game through the photo stone.

But even so, their enthusiasm for watching the game was still very high.

Because the alchemists of the entire Danhuo City, and even the alchemists of Lianzhou, they knew it well.

Today's duel between Xinghui and Fan Cheng will definitely be very exciting.

One is a young genius alchemist who is less than sixteen years old.

Advancing to the ninth-grade alchemist at such a young age has broken the record of Lianzhou.

Many alchemists are looking forward to Xinghui's methods.

I don't know what kind of inheritance he has obtained and what kind of background he has.

Could he be the disciple of the previous Dan Emperor?

On the other side, Fan Cheng is also a brilliant genius.

Not long ago, Fan Cheng defeated the ninth-grade alchemist who ranked first on the previous alchemy list and became the strongest person on the alchemy list.

His alchemy attainments and methods are naturally far beyond everyone else.

If not for this, he would not be ranked first on the alchemy list.

It is precisely because of this that when they heard that these two genius alchemists were going to duel here.

It completely ignited the enthusiasm of the alchemists in the entire Lianzhou.

No matter how far away the cultivators are from Danhuo City, they all rushed here to watch the battle.

"Hmph, a young man who may inherit the legacy of the previous Dan Emperor? This is quite interesting."

"But no one can stop me from becoming the number one alchemist!"

Fan Cheng looked at Xinghui opposite him, his face full of jealousy.

But no one can stop him from moving forward.

A newly born ninth-grade alchemist is indeed amazing enough.

If he is allowed to grow up, with his qualifications, he may really surpass himself.

"I was just worried that I would not have the opportunity to destroy your Dao heart, but I didn't expect you to come to us yourself!"

Fan Cheng stretched out his hand, and a flame appeared on his fingertips, and the flames instantly wrapped himself up.

"All those who stand in my way must die. My teacher is the first, you are the second, and the current Dan Emperor is the third!"

Fan Cheng's heart has long been devoured by desire.

The flames on his body suddenly boiled up.

When this fire came out, all the alchemists felt that the Dan fire in their bodies was agitated.

"This is the legendary strange fire, the purple spirit fire!"

Everyone exclaimed.

You know, the strange fire is the supreme flame second only to the holy fire, and there are not many in the world.

As for the holy fire, it is something that is hard to come by, and it is difficult to produce one in tens of thousands of years.

"It's a pity that I didn't find my master's four-flavor true fire, but it's enough to deal with you!"

Fan Cheng said in his heart.

Although the purple spirit fire is still far behind the holy fire.

It is even worse than the four-flavor true fire.

However, Fan Cheng thinks that it is enough to deal with Xinghui, who has just broken through the ninth-grade alchemist.

Then, at this time, he suddenly felt a vast pressure coming from the opposite side.

Fan Cheng looked up, his face full of horror.

I saw a wisp of golden flame flowing on Xinghui's fingertips. This flame has vast magic power and contains supreme power.

At this moment, the alchemy fire in the bodies of all the alchemists present made a wailing sound.

It was like a minister meeting the emperor.

The purple spirit fire in Fan Cheng's hand was the same.

"Holy Fire!"

"I didn't expect him to get the Holy Fire!"

"Is this the Holy Fire? It's really powerful!"

"I've never seen this kind of Holy Fire, but the pressure is definitely the Holy Fire."

The alchemists in the audience were shocked when they saw this scene.

They knew that Xinghui might have a strong resistance.

But no one expected that Xinghui actually mastered the Holy Fire.

Facing the awe-inspiring eyes of the alchemists in the audience, Xinghui's expression remained calm.

"Master, Master, I will let Fan Cheng know what the real alchemy is!"

Opposite.

Seeing the Holy Fire in Xinghui's hand, Fan Cheng was also horrified.

At this time, in addition to jealousy, there was also a bit of greed on his face.

He must get such a strong alchemy fire!

While the two alchemy geniuses were about to start the alchemy duel.

On the other side, the battle between the holy sons of the nine major forces was just coming to an end.

The ancient battlefield of the gods, the battle of the holy sons.

Zhong Zhiying from the Temple of the God of War, Blood Demon from the Alliance of the Heavens, and Bodhi from the God Clan fought one after another.

All the stronger saints present were killed.

The slightly stronger saints were all killed by the three of them at this moment.

There were some small shrimps left, and there was no point in continuing to fight.

In the end, the first throne of the saint was jointly won by Zhong Zhiying, Blood Demon and Bodhi.

Of course, in order to avoid the suspicion of the old guys from the nine major forces.

Bodhi and the other two also fought.

At this time on the battlefield.

Bodhi sat cross-legged on the top of a high mountain, and behind him, there were some saints.

The first and second saint sons of the God Clan were all killed by the Blood Demon and others.

Now Bodhi has become the first holy son of the gods.

"Mad, the third child was so cruel, he broke more than a dozen of his ribs. The blood of the ancestral witches is amazing, hiss."

Bodhi touched his belly and complained in his heart.

Behind him, the saints looked at him with admiration.

After all, among the saints of the God Clan, only Bodhi could fight head-on with the two demon kings without losing.

"It should be almost over."

Zhong Zhiying, the first holy son of the Temple of War, sighed as he looked at the ancient battlefield.

But the Holy Son who was following him subconsciously kept a distance from him.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Just now on the battlefield, Zhong Zhiying was the one who was doing the most to kill the Holy Son.

He was dubbed the Killer God by other Saint Sons.

Rao is the remaining holy son of the Temple of War. Seeing Zhong Zhiying at this moment, he couldn't help but tremble all over. He was very frightened.

Zhong Zhiying's 12th ancestral shaman bloodline is undoubtedly the most powerful among the three brothers.

He himself knew it very well.

In this battle for the Holy Son, his ancestral witch bloodline may have been overtaken by those old witches.

I'm afraid that it could take over his body at any time.

Of course, if that day comes, Zhong Zhiying will choose to self-destruct without hesitation.

"For Master, even if you die, it's worth it."

Zhong Zhiying looked far away and murmured in his heart.

He inherited the bloodline of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and he also inherited the spirit of not fearing death.

If this were not the case, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would have lost their power when they faced the Demon Emperor.

He won't directly choose to self-destruct, even if he dies, he will support them.