"boom--"

The blue flame squirted out from Ye Qiu's body and spread out instantly.

The flame is like a living creature, and it never dies when it encounters water. In the blink of an eye, a blue sea of ​​fire forms.

"Imperial level strange fire!"

A look of excitement appeared in the eyes of Changmei Zhenren, pointing at the soul-devouring beasts and shouting loudly: "Master Dao is here, I have the kind of people coming here to burn me!"

The soul-devouring beasts seemed to feel the crisis and hurriedly retreated.

But how could Ye Qiu let them escape?

"Fin!" Ye Qiu shouted coldly, and in an instant, the green flame suddenly surged, sweeping across a radius of thousands of miles.

Before the soul-devouring beasts escaped, they were wrapped in flames and immediately let out a shrill scream, and their huge bodies melted quickly like wax oil.

The black fog was also burned by the flames, making a "hissing" sound, which was ignited like substance.

"Aowu..."

Countless soul-devouring beasts rolled and struggled in the sea of ​​fire, hundreds of eyes burst one after another, and tentacles broke inch by one.

"It's worthy of being an emperor-level strange fire, it's so awesome." Changmei Zhenren exclaimed.

Ye Qiu's eyes were like lightning, controlling the flames to spread around.

Soon, all the soul-devouring beasts were killed in the sea of ​​fire and turned into ashes.

Wherever the blue fire waves passed, the black fog was like encountering a nemesis, scattering wildly. Finally, the thick fog wall was burned into a large hole with a diameter of 100 feet, and a faint morning light could be seen outside the hole.

"Walk!"

Ye Qiu harvested the flames and rushed towards the big hole by steering the spiritual boat.

The moment the spiritual boat passed through the big hole, a red sun jumped out of the eastern sky.

The golden sunshine poured down, dyeing the sea surface into a bright spot. The breeze blew by, carrying the unique salty and fishy water of the sea, but it made people feel extremely fresh.

"It's finally done."

The Changmei Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed at the bow of the ship, and said, "Little bastard, fortunately you have the Emperor-level alien fire, otherwise it would take some effort to escape from the siege of so many soul-eating beasts."

Ye Qiu looked back and saw that the big hole in the black fog was slowly healing and soon returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

"Little bastard, do you still have the Emperor-level strange fire? Give me one!" Changmei Zhenren said shamelessly.

Ye Qiu rolled his eyes: "Do you think the Emperor-level alien fire is a cabbage?"

Changmei Zhenren curled his lips and said, "The next stop should be Burning Tian Island, right?"

"Ye Qiu said: "Fentian Island is the territory of the Golden Crow clan. Old people, we must be strong and prepare to start a massacre."

Changmei Zhenren asked a little excitedly, "Little bastard, how many golden crows are you going to kill?"

"How many heads? Are you funny?" Ye Qiu said: "I want to destroy the Jinwu clan and avenge the seniors of the Qingyun Sword Sect."

In just one sentence, it is full of endless domineeringness.

"Okay." Changmei Zhenren smiled and said, "When I arrived at Fentian Island, Dao Master wanted to show his power. He saw one head and one head, and saw two heads kill a pair."

Ye Qiu took out the map, glanced at it, and said, "This place is still far from Burning Tian Island. We can take a short rest and nourish our spirits."

After saying that, he once again sacrificed the Chengfeng Sword.

Next, Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren sat cross-legged on the broad sword, raising their energy and waiting for the Burning Sky Island to kill all directions.

Time passes quietly.

One hour later.

Ye Qiu opened his eyes and looked into the distance. Under the rising sun, the outline of an island appeared faintly on the sea level.

"It's coming soon." Ye Qiu said.

Hearing this, Changmei Zhenren opened his eyes and stared at the island, with excitement in his eyes.

Ye Qiu continued to fly with his sword.

After a few breaths.

"stop!"

When there were tens of thousands of miles away from the island, Ye Qiu shouted lightly, and saw the sword's body slam, hovering in the air.

Changmei Zhenren asked in confusion: "Little bastard, why did you stop?"

Ye Qiu looked ahead and frowned: "It seems that it is not Burning Sky Island in front."

"No way?" Changmei Zhenren pointed to the distance and said, "I clearly saw an island!"

Ye Qiu opened the map and looked carefully. His brows became tighter and tighter. He whispered: "Strange, there should be a sea of ​​air in front of the map, and there is no island marked at all."

"Don't worry about him!" Changmei Zhenren said disapprovingly: "I've come here, can you tell me if you go over and take a look?"

Ye Qiu pondered for a moment and said, "For caution, we hide our breath and quietly pass by."

Then, Ye Qiu gathered up the Fengfeng Sword, and he and Changmei Zhenren hid their figure in the air and quietly approached the island.

As the distance gets closer, the outline of the island becomes clearer.

I saw peach trees planted on the island. It was the flowering period, and the pink peach blossoms were continuous and beautiful.

In the peach forest, pavilions, towers, white walls and black tiles can be seen vaguely, like a paradise.

"What a fairyland!" Changmei Zhenren couldn't help but exclaim: "The island has abundant spiritual energy, not weaker than Qingyun Sword Sect."

Ye Qiu looked solemn: "What's wrong, this island is not small in size, it should be very famous, why is there no record on the map? Moreover, there are many people living on the island..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly—

"boom!"

A shocking sound came from the center of the island.

I saw a magnificent palace collapse, and smoke and dust soar into the sky. Immediately afterwards, a domineering voice exploded like thunder.

"If you have the surname Ning, hand over the Shenmu and spare you from death. Otherwise, this prince will definitely let you die without a place to bury you."

The sound is rolling, the earth is shaking.

"There is a situation!" Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren looked at each other and rushed towards the island quickly.

Soon, they saw clearly what was happening on the island.

I saw a 14 or 15-year-old and strong boy kneeling in front of the destroyed mansion.

The boy's mouth was bleeding, and he held a long knife tightly in his hand, and cracks appeared on the blade.

A hundred meters behind the boy, there were more than a dozen monks wearing golden armor standing guarding a warship, full of murderous intent.

On the other side, there are some people, both old and young, with fear and trembling, obviously they are the people on the island.

Ye Qiu glanced at the golden-armored monks and immediately found that those guys were not humans, but golden crows that had transformed into human-shaped shapes.

Some are one foot, some are two foot...

The weakest ones are the peak cultivation level of the God of Transmission.

"The guys wearing armor have a bit strange aura." The long-browed real man also discovered the clue and said in a voice transmission.

Ye Qiu said: "They are golden crows."

"Oh?" Changmei Zhenren smiled and said, "I didn't expect that we would encounter the little bastard, why would we kill those golden crows?"

Ye Qiu said: "No hurry, let's talk about it."

At this moment, a young man in a golden python robe stepped out of the warship.
Chapter completed!