My script is a supporting role

But even if a powerful soul is created, to maintain the power of the soul at all times, it needs a steady stream of soul power as support.

Xuanyu Wushuang has laid down nearly a hundred feet of soul world from the very beginning.

Huge waves, lava, raging fire, and phoenix, all of them are imposing and powerful.

As an ancient mythical beast, the Phoenix on Fire needs even more huge soul support.

But after such a long time, Xuanyu Wushuang still seemed to be calm and relaxed, without the slightest effort.

For him, these things seem to be like walking, without any pressure at all.

How strong is this guy's soul power?

"It seems that I can't beat him one-on-one!"

Feng Yuancheng tried his best to disperse a tumbling flame, and let out a mouthful of foul air, "But as long as I persist for a while, backup will arrive."

As soon as reinforcements arrive, the situation on both sides will reverse.

At this time, on the other side of the hillside, Murong Qingyue's expression suddenly changed, she put away the Thousand Flame Feathers, and pulled Mo Chen to hide deeper in the canopy.

"Hold your breath, someone is coming."

Sure enough, there were faint figures moving in the jungle, moving very quickly, approaching the hillside quickly.

Feng Yuancheng, who was supporting himself in the sea of ​​flames, suddenly lifted his spirits.

"coming!"

A row of black figures appeared on the hillside.

Everyone was covered in black clothes from top to bottom, even their heads and faces were tightly wrapped, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Moreover, their aura was well restrained, even in such a rapid hurry, they did not leak too much aura.

If it wasn't for Murong Qingyue's unusually strong perception, they might be the two of them who were discovered now.

A group of people stood still on the hillside, and they were obviously quite surprised to see that Feng Yuancheng had already transformed into a six-armed Asura, but was still clearly at a disadvantage.

The one standing at the front looked quite tall, and seemed to be their leader.

But after a short pause, the tall man in black waved his hand.

Everyone didn't make a sound, and the restrained breath was released instantly, and the eyes exposed outside the black cloth suddenly lit up, like a flock of big black birds, jumping towards the sea of ​​flames.

Chapter 155 Phoenix Dance

Hong Rose and Zi Shao also discovered these hidden men in black at the same time.

Frowning, Hong Gui whispered: "Do you want to do it?"

Zi Shao hesitated and said: "My lord didn't say anything...just wait."

Xuan Yu Wushuang obviously also noticed these aggressive men in black.

There may not be twenty or thirty people in this group, and they are not weak, and they all came prepared.

Just sweeping his eyes over these people, Xuanyu Wushuang said something lightly.

"court death!"

The men in black rushed into the sea of ​​flames, bursting out with bloody red auras, and their stature swelled visibly to the naked eye.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

With so many people going into battle together, the situation quickly turned negative.

The fierce and frantic tongues of flames could not maintain their previous power even under the full attack of the group of men in black, and scattered one by one.

As the flames collapsed, the sea of ​​fire on the ground began to be forced back layer by layer, and the power of the sea of ​​fire began to weaken.

Feng Yuancheng immediately lifted his spirits.

No matter how powerful Xuan Yu Wushuang is, there is only one person after all.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, his spirit world is indeed powerful, but how can the soul power of only one person compete with so many people at the same time?

What's more, there is that tall man in black, whose strength is even higher than his own, even if he is still not strong enough to match Xuanyu Wushuang, at least he can greatly restrain the opponent.

In this way, the chances of winning on his side are already great.

Even Murong Qingyue couldn't help exclaiming, "The opponent still has so many people, I'm afraid Xuanyu Wushuang is in danger now."

Mo Chen hesitantly disagreed: "Dangerous? How dangerous is that guy?"

Murong Qingyue said: "Xuanyu Wushuang is really strong, but the people coming from the other side are not too bad, and there are so many people, isn't it dangerous?"

Mo Chen thought in his heart: "He is a pretending protagonist, it's normal for him to go up a few levels and fight the boss."

"At present, there are only two equals and a bunch of low-level minions. If this can't be crushed, how can he pretend to be forced in the future?"

Of course, there is no way to say these words to Murong Qingyue.

Mo Chen had to find some other excuses, "Look, that guy even visualized the ancient mythical beast and the phoenix on fire, which means he's awesome."

"How can such an awesome Phoenix lose to these little miscellaneous soldiers?"

Murong Qingyue nodded slightly, feeling that Mo Chen's words were not unreasonable, "However, as far as I know, isn't the seven-star pupil the power of the stars visualized?"

"How did you visualize the phoenix coming?"

Mo Chen couldn't answer this question.

Because I can't always answer that he is a big boss and has his own plug-in.

What kind of phoenix, in fact, is similar to the chickens raised by him, and what kind of white tiger, they are all guard dogs.

"The talent is extraordinary," Mo Chen said, "Maybe it's just like you, it's all based on feeling."

Murong Qingyue thought for a while, and actually quite agreed with Mo Chen's words, "Well, maybe it's true."

With the support of his companions, Feng Yuancheng's momentum surged, and with a strong attack, the sea of ​​flames was directly forced back from more than a hundred feet to twenty or thirty feet.

Seemingly feeling that the chances of winning are certain, Feng Yuancheng laughed violently: "Young Master Wushuang, you are indeed very powerful, but I'm afraid you will fall here today."

Mo Chen bared his teeth a little sorely.

Why do these people keep saying the same nonsense?

Isn't innovation one bad?

For example, "Young Master Wushuang, haven't you had breakfast yet? I'll take you to the west to eat later! It's free!"

How human!

What a humanistic concern!

Or be more rude, "Young Master Wushuang, I'm going to blow up your tank in a while!"

In a word, the sound, color, shape and meaning, together with a strong sense of picture, all come out.

Xuanyu Wushuang also seemed to be very indifferent to Feng Yuancheng's harsh words, his face was expressionless as if he hadn't heard it.

At this time, the bones of the tall man in black crackled and his body swelled.

The legs tumbled slightly, and the next moment, the vitality exploded under the feet, and the whole person rushed towards Xuanyu Wushuang like a shell fired.

Xuanyu Wushuang raised his head, looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, with endless mockery in his eyes.

In mid-air, the phoenix, who was covered in fire, suddenly raised his neck and raised his head, and let out a sound of phoenix cry that stirred the night sky.

All the sea of ​​fire on the ground surged against the trend, rushed straight to the sky, and merged with the phoenix.

On the ground, there was no trace of Mars.

Feng Yuancheng exhaled a mouthful of hot black smoke, "What's the matter, Mr. Wushuang, could it be that you gave up so quickly, this doesn't seem like your style."

Xuanyu Wushuang quietly looked in front of him, the tall man in black was already only ten feet away from him.

The phoenix bathed in fire in the air suddenly folded its pair of fire wings, and rushed down faster than lightning, facing the tall man in black.

The man in black shouted loudly, a ball of blood exploded from his fist, and he swung his fist to meet him.

"boom!"

The fist of the man in black collided with the phoenix in flames, and exploded into a cloud of blood mist in just a split second.

Before the pain in his hand was transmitted to his brain, and he didn't even have time to breed fear, the phoenix had already passed through his body directly.

"Tom!"

The entire body of the tall man in black exploded, and the fragments of flesh and blood and the scattered blood mist were instantly evaporated into air by the blazing fire feathers of the phoenix.

Feng Yuancheng and those men in black just stared blankly.

But the Phoenix's flying momentum did not stop, but rushed directly towards the crowd in black and Feng Yuancheng.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

The men in black who were first hit by the phoenix on fire had no room to resist at all, and exploded one after another on the spot.

In just a few breaths, four or five men in black had already disappeared into a cloud of air.

Seeing this situation, the other men in black completely lost their will to fight, and began to flee in panic.

But how can they escape the pursuit of the Phoenix?

The fire wings spread out, bringing out tumbling fire belts, and the long fire feathers behind him danced in the air, dragging out thousands of graceful styles.

Wherever he went, no one was spared.

The phoenix dances for nine days.

It was only then that Feng Yuancheng began to feel the real trembling from the bottom of his heart.

So many people exploded after being hit by the phoenix, not even a single bit of ashes remained.

What kind of power is this?

This is not the power that should appear in the dunya!

The phoenix bathed in fire was still flying in the air, and its scorching breath swept across the ground.

Xuanyu Wushuang was still dressed in white to win snow, standing there casually.

The combination of the alluring elegance in white and the fiery red phoenix is ​​so breathtaking.

Feng Yuancheng's eyes were no longer radiant, and his face was also without a trace of blood. He said in a trembling voice: "You are not human at all!"

Mo Chen agreed very seriously, "You can be regarded as a little enlightened."

"That guy is not human at all."

"He is a god!"

Chapter 156 The Accident Five Years Ago

The group of men in black who were so imposing before had all disappeared now.

On the ground, except for the scorching hot air, there was no trace of them, as if they had never been in this world.

Feng Yuancheng stood blankly on the ground alone, like a lifeless wooden stake.

The figure of the bathing phoenix flying in the air became lighter and weaker, and slowly disappeared.

Xuanyu Wushuang gently raised his foot and walked slowly towards Feng Yuancheng.

"You told me?"