Chapter 196 The Power of Song Jinglun

In the center of the formation, Changfeng Priest was bathed in blazing fire.

The fire of life is not heroic, but in the eyes of the few hundred remaining Changlin tribesmen, it is like a bright light breaking through the dark night.

The majestic power gained by the priest burning the fire of life crazily poured into the magic circle, and the surging vines became thicker and stronger, faintly flowing with a bluish-white luster, like a psychic python.

The situation of the five Danjie elders in Huoyunjia suddenly became critical.

They found that the all-conquering Earth Dragon Fire had little effect now, and the natal magic weapon could not directly cut off these incoming vines.

Soon, after being defeated step by step, they were separated by vines and began to compress the space for movement one by one. In the end, the vines wrapped around each of them, and the majestic suction force grabbed their mana and life essence, making it difficult for them to move even with all their strength.

Zhong Erle shouted anxiously: "Mother-in-law!"

But the next moment, his mouth was tightly covered by vines.

Suddenly, he felt that the essence of his body was being absorbed by the vines, and small white flowers slowly bloomed on the green vines.

Zhong Erle's eyes widened, but he couldn't break free from this tough vine.

"Oops……"

At this time, all the Huoyun Momo monks on the scene were tightly entangled by the vines. Everyone's mana and essence were quickly extracted by the vines, transported underground through the formation, flowed through the complex root network, and were transported to the scattered Sacred trees throughout the Nandou Forest.

Seeing this scene, Priest Changfeng, who was in the raging fire, calmly closed his eyes.

The last flame dissipated from his body, and Priest Xigu wanted to reach out to touch him, but a breeze blew, and Priest Changfeng's body turned into a ball of ashes and floated away in the wind.

She raised her head and looked at Brother Huoyun Setsuna who was about to be drained of his life essence by the formation, but she couldn't feel a trace of joy of victory in her heart. Priest Xiko murmured to himself: "Did you win..."

Su Wan'er held her hand and knew exactly how she felt now.

For this victory, too many compatriots from the Changlin tribe sacrificed their lives.

However, a deafening loud noise suddenly exploded in the sky, completely awakening all the Changlin tribesmen from the memory of their deceased compatriots.

Click!

A streak of red to white fire fell from the sky.

puff!

All the Changlin clan members in the formation spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Su Wan'er panted heavily, pressing her chest with blood boiling, and raised her head to look up.

Countless dancing vines were reduced to ashes under a burst of red flames.

Amidst the flying red ashes, she saw a human monk in white clothes standing above the forest.

He looked at all the Changlin tribesmen below with cold eyes, as if looking at a group of stubborn ants.

The united will of the Changlin people and the heroic dedication of the Changlin people reflected only futile pity in his eyes.

As if to say: Look, what are you insisting on?

This look infuriated Su Wan'er, and she couldn't help but pick up her long bow, open her bow and nock an arrow, aiming at the man in white above.

However, the man in white only had disdain and indifference in his eyes.

He put his two fingers together and waved his hand, and a red and white fire dragon that lit up the night roared down.

boom!

A huge wave of fire spread out in Nandou Forest, and the bright fireball could be seen from any corner of Nandou Forest.

The raging heat wave spread, directly evaporating all the plants within a radius of twenty miles, turning everything in sight into a piece of scorched earth.

The vines that bound the monk Huoyun Momo were instantly burned out, and all the trapped disciples and elders were rescued.

They looked up at the man in white clothes flying high in the sky, their faces filled with the joy of victory. They all knelt down and shouted: "See the Supreme Leader!"

The Changlin tribe didn't feel so comfortable. Just now, the fire dragon smashed down and directly penetrated the magic circle. All the Changlin tribe members were seriously burned by this terrible force, and the formation was on the verge of collapse.

They heard the monks from Huo Yun Mo shouting for the master in unison, and everyone's face was ashen. The man in white had always been their Changlin tribe's deepest nightmare.

"Song Jinglun!"

Priest Xiko suppressed the blood surge, gritted his teeth and shouted his name.

Song Jinglun said calmly: "You guys disperse."

"yes!"

In an instant, all the Huoyunjia monks scattered, leaving Song Jinglun alone to face the blue light formation composed of hundreds of Changlin tribesmen.

But Song Jinglun remained calm, his fingertips flashed with dazzling white light, which was the extremely compressed source of earth, dragon and fire.

Then he continued to wave his hand lightly, and the white light on his fingertips once again summoned a red and white fire dragon, roaring down.

Priest Xiko's pupils shrank suddenly and he shouted desperately: "Changlin tribe members! Maintain the magic circle with all your strength!"

boom!

The fire dragon hit the green light magic circle again, all the Changlin clan members were shocked and injured, and the magic circle was crumbling again.

Song Jinglun said coldly: "That's all."

Then, he waved his hands continuously, as if he was conducting a piece of music.

In an instant, more than a dozen fire dragons circled around him and jumped down.

Priest Xiko's pupils flashed with a look of despair, which turned into an extremely angry fighting spirit. Her chest heaved violently, and suddenly, a ray of fire ignited from under her feet. She stepped forward and shouted: "The Changlin tribe can Defeat, but never surrender! Live forever!"

Wow!

Hundreds of fires of life ignited in the magic circle.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Chun and several Changlin people who had already surrendered to Huoyun Shana were frightened and turned pale. They did not dare to ignite their own life fire and fled from the magic circle in a panic.

However, the next moment, more than a dozen fire dragons rushed to kill them.

With an explosion, the Changlin people led by Zhuo Chun were instantly killed by the fierce earth dragon fire as soon as they stepped out of the magic circle.

Boom!

A fireball hundreds of feet high rose on this scorched earth.

When the fireball dissipated, Song Changyi frowned and found that he still had not defeated the magic circle of the Changlin clan, and the magic circle stretched out vines all over the sky and rushed straight towards him. In a breath, Song Changyi was sealed in the dense vines.

Song Changyi looked at the Changlin people below through the gradually disappearing gaps between the vines, and sighed: "I underestimated you. Only two early Jindan cultivators can achieve this level. But your survival is very important to me, and I will not allow you to die first like this."

"In that case, I, Song Jinglun, will also fight with all my strength!"

He took a deep breath and walked calmly in the gradually tightening vines.

Suddenly, a long sword decorated with red gold, blood gold and green gold appeared in front of Song Jinglun. He grasped the long sword, and golden light bloomed between his eyebrows.

This area was originally an area with ancient trees, but now the surface vegetation has disappeared, and countless thick green vines are entwined in the air. However, in just a moment, the dazzling red light seemed to break out from the dense vines like countless sharp swords.

What followed was a violent heat wave.

The heat wave came one after another, and the vines in the sky were instantly burned to ashes.

Song Jinglun stood in the raging earth dragon fire, just like the sun rising in the dark night, illuminating half of the Nandou Forest.