At the same time, he destroyed his soul without even leaving a chance.

Only then did he turn around and return to the Aoki tribe.

He looked back at a certain mountain peak in the distance, curled his lips slightly, sneered, waved his hands to let the members of the Aoki Tribe who were happily dancing to greet them disperse, and returned to the quiet room to mind their own business.

The small hole in the body is about to reach perfection, only a trace of the innate fire spirit is missing.

And in this Ten Thousand Crows Pot, the person who controls the fireworks in the world happens to have a trace of the innate fire spirit Luo Xuan, the Immortal in Flames.

And this distraction is exactly the attribute of the innate fire spirit.

If it were someone else who wanted to extract the original power of the innate fire spirit, there might not be a way.

In Yang Lin's opinion, it is not too difficult.

He has the martial arts order in hand, and it only costs some martial luck points to perform such clever operations.

…

Far far away on the mountains to the east, there were two tall, long-armed men with strange temperament. One of them, with an old look, turned to the elders of Shaohao tribe and said, "You have also seen it. It's not that we don't try our best. In fact,

I'm not sure I can beat him.

Besides, that young man stole the Fire Crow Pot from Luo Xuan, the Immortal in Flames. Next, when the two tigers fight, there will be a good show, but there is no need for us brothers to take action."

Another man with long hands touched the long bow on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Instead of asking us to fight, in my opinion, it is better to have a good talk with that young man.

This man killed the Immortal Jie Jiao and had an enmity with Wen Zhong, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty. Now he is carrying the banner of the Shang Dynasty and is campaigning against the Eastern Yi. His position is very strange and it is not impossible to win over him.
Chapter completed!