Sleepy Dragon Continent

Chapter 626 Flame God Seat
"Okay, very good, I didn't expect you to escape."

The old thin fire spirit mouse stood in front of Qin Mo, looked at the spirit fire in Qin Mo's arms with a little fear in his eyes, and smiled: "Your Majesty, why do you have to struggle anymore, why don't you just wait quietly in the dungeon to die?" .”

"Lingmu, I want to eat mouse soup." Linghuo was pale, lying in Qin Mo's arms, but what he said made Lingmu furious.

"Talking fast, suffer death!"

Lingmu's body shape changes, and with its eyesight, it is natural to see Xia Xia's reality at a glance, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Mistress!"

Qin Mo let out a loud roar, and Su Su instantly unsealed her own power.

With a sound of 'bang', the spiritual eyes that were almost on the body were bounced away by Susu's sudden burst of power, rolled several times in the air, and landed firmly on the ground.

Su Su immediately picked up Qin Mo and ran to one of the passages as fast as she could.

Susu hugged Qin Mo, and Qin Mo hugged Linghuohuo. Although this situation was a bit weird, the goal was achieved.

The invisible air shield released from Susu's body made it impossible for the spiritual eyes to break through for a while.

Flying into the passage, Susu threw Qin Mo out, while she turned around and stood in the middle of the passage.

This passage is not big, and Susu can completely block it by herself.

Lingmu rushed in angrily, and the entrance of the passage was blocked by Xia Xia with a sneer on his face.

Immediately, a bad feeling appeared in his spiritual eyes. Given his injured state, if he had a place to move outside, he might not be afraid of them, but in this narrow passage, he would be in danger.

On the other side, after being thrown by Su Su, Qin Mo landed on both feet firmly, and immediately ran wildly.

This passage is very long, the walls are covered with patterns, and there are a large number of fire spirit stones inlaid.

Each fire spirit stone is inlaid in an important position of the pattern, forming a powerful formation, which suppresses [-]% of Qin Mo's power.

Ahead, the flames filled the air, and a door of flames blocked there.

The ice soul glass dragon on its arm opened its mouth, spit out its own dragon ball, and floated above Qin Mo's head.

With the dragon ball on it, he rushed past.

According to Linghuohuo, although it was only a short moment to burn the Emperor at the Gate of Flame, the dragon ball above Qin Mo's head was already dimmed.

After passing through the gate of flames, the dragon ball was swallowed crookedly by the ice glass dragon, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

"I'm sorry, I'll find you some good things to make up for later." Qin Mo said apologetically, then raised his head and found himself in a room.

The room is very delicately arranged, and it looks like a girl lives.

In the very center of the room, there is a chair burning with divine flames. The chair looks like gold but not gold, wood but not wood, and a terrifying aura of suppressing one party spreads from above.

Flame seat!

On the top of the Flame God Seat, sat a young man with delicate features, and above his head were surrounded by three beads, two of which were fiery red, and one was dull.

The moment Qin Mo came in, the boy opened his eyes, and looked at Linghuo peacefully: "Huohuo, you're here."

"Dog, you don't deserve to call me by my name." Linghuohuo's voice was full of overwhelming anger and hatred.

The young man smiled casually: "It's up to you, but you can't stop me. Soon, I will refine the Flame God Throne, and then lead all the Fire Spirit Rats out of here, and open up a world outside!"

Linghuohuo stopped looking at the young man, and said to Qin Mo, "Hurry up, have you seen the three beads on top of his head? After the third one lights up, he will completely control the entire Flame God Throne. you have to be in"

"Okay, I got it." Qin Mo interrupted Linghuohuo, carefully put it aside, and arranged a defensive formation. Angry flames danced in his eyes, and the flames turned into monstrous fires. Fighting spirit accumulated in his chest.

"To plot against a woman is simply scum!"

With his right hand resting on the Heaven Suppressing Sword, the holy body transformed and exploded!

The eighth style of Zhan Xuan, the third style!

Exploding with twenty times the strength, Qin Mo rushed towards Xiaohan, took a step forward, and swung his sword out!

"Sing, chants, chants!"

The sound of sword chanting resounded endlessly, and the hundred-foot-high sword energy bombarded the flame god seat.

The young man showed sarcasm, the huge sword energy was blocked by a layer of invisible stellar energy before it hit the divine seat, the two collided, and the terrifying shock wave destroyed everything in the room.

"What a powerful combat force." The young man clapped his hands lightly, and couldn't help but admire: "Your talent is much stronger than mine, but you are still far from breaking the defense on the throne. I advise you to run away quickly." , before I completely control the Flame God Seat."

"To shut up!"

Qin Mo growled, his mind sank into his mind, and he called out to the Demon Mask: "Give me your power, give me all of it!"

"Boy, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." The demon mask said slowly.

"I don't care so much anymore. If I delay it, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to bear it." Qin Mo said firmly, the third bead on the boy's head had already been half lit up after a while.

"Okay, then it will be as you wish." After the devil's mask finished speaking, it fell silent, followed by a surging force that overwhelmed him.

This force was too great, and in an instant, the meridians all over his body were finely damaged.

The powerful spiritual force continuously guides this force into the Heaven Suppressing Sword.

The blade of the sword glowed, bursting out with light comparable to the sun, and then quickly retracted without revealing the slightest energy.

Qin Mo's expression was slightly ferocious, the skin all over his body was cracked, and the Sky Suppressing Sword in his hand was trembling non-stop.

With Qin Mo as the center, circles of energy turned into waves of incomparably sharp sword energy cutting through the void, and the surrounding void suddenly became riddled with holes.

"Not enough, not enough, continue!" Qin Mo roared, followed by more power pouring into his body, and then injected into the Tianzhen Sword.

"Crack, click."

The bones of Qin Mo's body made the sound of being overwhelmed, and countless cracks started from his right hand and quickly spread to his whole body.

The expression of the young man sitting on the throne became dignified. From Qin Mo's body, he felt danger, but he was also at a critical moment, unable to move, and could only rely on the power of the Flame God Throne to protect the Lord himself.

"Zhentian, one sword!"

Qin Mo gritted his teeth, a large amount of blood flowed from his mouth, and swung the sword. It is impossible to describe the elegance of this sword. All the brilliance of the world was eclipsed by this sword.

After the sword strike, the room turned into daylight, and it took a long time before it slowly returned to its original state.

The boy's body was sitting stiffly on the throne, and a column of blood suddenly rushed out from the joint of his right arm and shoulder!
(End of this chapter)