The wings behind the four-winged flame demon were swelling to the limit. He launched an attack at a speed not inferior to Chang Hao. His sharp claws, which were cut off by the sword energy, had been repaired as before. The magma returned to calm, and the fluctuations of magic over the lava zone had dissipated, but ten times the murderous intent that had been before quietly spread.

The Four-winged Flame Demon tried to defeat Chang Hao with his equally powerful physical attack.

Chang Hao simply wanted to laugh at the sky. This fire demon is so cute!

After winning the victory over the two major mercenaries of human beings, Chang Hao has never relaxed his physical training since he has won the victory over the two major mercenaries of human beings, because the strength of the physical body will directly affect whether he, as a sword cultivator, can use the most powerful sword technique.

A saying was popular among Eastern sword cultivators in ancient times: Cultivating swords first and cultivating the body. This old saying is by no means targetless.

When Chang Hao first embarked on the path of immortal cultivation, he once asked the old man: Why did so many sword moves in ancient times always need to reach the corresponding realm to practice? Just like in some RPG games, the protagonist needs to reach one or another LV level to unlock the next big move or special skill. This hard setting made him dislike it.

Later, what the old man said made Chang Hao wake up from a dream.

It turns out that no matter whether it is a sword cultivator or not, while casting powerful skills, the caster himself needs to bear a considerable reaction force. If the caster's body strength is very average, then he will not only not be able to cast his skills, but may even be injured by the reaction force during the casting process and even threaten his life.

Ordinary people lack corresponding exercises in wrist muscles and wrist bones. Not to mention letting them raise their swords and swing them at high speed continuously, they may feel their wrists soreness just by waving them a few times. If they are hard regardless of the strength of the muscles, their wrist muscles will be torn and their wrist bones will be damaged. This is the reaction force, the simplest physics theorem.

The various cultivation levels set in ancient times can greatly distinguish the individual strength of a cultivator, and all the settings that require the cultivation level of a certain level to be supported by a certain level of cultivation.

Now Chang Hao has refined nearly 30% of the dragon blood in his body. He can burst out with nearly 100,000 kilograms of terrifying force with all his strength. He hopes that the four-winged flame demon will fight with him closely. He thinks that someone is sleepy and someone gives him a pillow.

The huge body of the four-winged flame demon collided with Chang Hao, and two completely disproportionate bodies fought continuously in the hot air. The four-winged flame demon "swimming" in the air like a flying red giant snake. Every time the claws swept straight to Chang Hao's head, he still took the lucky mentality and fired a few more advanced flame magics to Chang Hao, but these flames suddenly disappeared when they were several meters away from Chang Hao. It seems that the flame lord's ring is indeed worthy of its master's loud name.

The four-winged flame demon is getting more and more frustrated. As the gatekeeper of this lava zone, he is a powerful existence second only to the abyss lord Agomoto. He can enjoy the "voluntary" sacrifices of underground creatures every day. Even the most famous magician in the human empire must lower his humble head when he sees him here.

But now, his flame magic was completely exempted in front of this human, and his physical power was also unremarkable. He swung his claws and retracted, and he had lost two fingers; he had just caught a glimpse of the trace of the dead dwarf with a Mediterranean hairstyle, but he flew a little slower, and was made a big hole in his flesh with his sword.

Chang Hao, who was hitting the water dog, sniffed his nose on the face, locked his elbow on the four-winged flame demon head, which represented his identity as a demon clan. A hundred thousand pounds of force burst out, breaking the demon's horn, and then ruthlessly inserted a sword into the depths of his throat, and almost halved him along the guy's esophagus.

The four-winged flame demon didn't even have time to scream, and then lost balance in the air and fell on an extinct volcano. His huge body crushed countless hills of bones and was smashed into the magma by his broken belly, splashing huge waves of magma that were more than ten meters high, but his belly was strangely without any organs.

I have to say that the Four-winged Flame Demon is indeed deadly. Even if he suffered such fatal injuries, he still did not die on the spot. Magma seemed to be his best first aid. He saw that Magma poured back into his huge belly as if he was consciously. His fatal wound began to heal at a slow speed under the repair of the flame element, and even his broken sheep horns were growing again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chang Hao remembered the past many white bones piled beside the extinct volcano. There was no trace of gnawing on the bones, but were dissolved all flesh and blood by magma. Now he knew the reason. It turned out that the underground creatures dissolved all the nutrients of the flesh and blood in the magma, and the four-winged flame demon could directly absorb the nutrients and energy he needed in the magma. It was a cruel and vicious sacrifice ceremony.

"This four-winged flame demon is quite capable. If he doesn't have this Fire Lord Ring, it will take some trouble to deal with him." Chang Hao returned to Orn and rubbed the ring on his hand lightly: "I think this is the original owner."

"As the saying goes, a sword is given to a hero, and a red pink is given to a beautiful woman. If you don't help me, let alone collecting the etheric stone, it's a big deal to go out alive." Orn quickly held Chang Hao's hand and pressed the ring back, with an expression of seeing the living.

"Don't force it?" Chang Hao smiled so brightly. Is this comrade very good?

"Not forced at all, this is the word of justice." Orn said righteously.

Chang Hao looked at the clusters of etherorites blooming like blood flowers on the magma. If he had used to be, he would have reaped the spoils with the Yuehong Sword, but when he thought that Chang Ge and the others were still trapped in the warping point of the space, he immediately lost this desire.

Suddenly, the sound of magma churning in the lava zone seemed to weaken a lot, just like someone used a remote control to reduce the volume of Chang Hao's ears. Chang Hao suddenly felt a sense of coldness in his body for no reason. He instinctively sensed a powerful and dangerous aura that was near him. His eyes subconsciously looked into the air beside him. There was obviously nothing there, but it gave him a strong feeling. Someone was staring at him. This feeling was even so strong that he couldn't help but take action!

Cultivators always believe in their first intuition. Any signs appear will attract them enough attention, let alone the feeling of cold air rushing to the top of the sky. If you want to say that there is no ghost in this, who can believe it!

Chang Hao raised his finger and shot a sword energy. Sure enough, the cold sword energy shot out seemed to have gone through a very long distance in a short time. Every little distance forward would increase its energy consumption. When this sword energy finally came into contact with the completely invisible existence, its remaining power had weakened to the point of being like a bubble blown by a child. It looked colorful, but it collapsed at once.

"Hahaha, very good, you can defeat my slave."

Finally, the existence that Chang Hao could not even see the golden eyes were urged to show his true face after a burst of absent-minded laugh.

The huge spherical body seemed to float half of the ignorant gravity, and the heart-wrenching one-eyed eye occupied half of his body. It was impossible to count how many sharp tentacles were dancing in the sky. Each of them pulled out dazzling afterimages. They turned into the most sinister hunters. As long as one was not careful, those tentacles would pierce the head of the prey.

He seemed to be a monster who had flown from Cthulhu mythology to the real world. Every time he looked at him, Aoun felt that there was an indescribable darkness growing in his heart.

He is the Lord of the Abyss, Agomoto.
Chapter completed!