"If you can't be burned to death, I'll burn you until you die."
One thousand and twenty-four Nezha voices echoed in the void.
The old man in Red One robe was trapped in the center of Demonic Fire Refining Heaven Formation. Samadhi True Fire was coming from all directions, and the flames burned his Red One beam of light and kept trembling.
Orange One The old man in robe looked at Red One's robe was trapped, Orange One's eyes swept around the fire net.
"First Heavenly Venerable is trapped?"
Yellow One The sound of the robe is more urgent.
"This is Demonic Fire Refining Heaven Formation, specializes in Origin Law. Quick, go and save him!"
The man in green robe raised his hand, and green light poured out from his palm.
"Second Heavenly Venerable, let me help you."
Orange One The old man in robe was about to take action when he suddenly noticed murderous intent behind him.
He turned around and saw a Nezha standing less than a hundred miles behind him.
This Nezha holds Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand, and Samadhi True Fire on the tip of the gun is burning in the void.
The tip of the gun was pointed at the back of his heart.
Orange One The old man in robe was stunned for a breath.
"Aren't you trapped in the first Heavenly Venerable?"
Nezha's mouth corners turned up.
"The one who trapped him is my thousand and twenty-three Clone."
"Then you are?"
"I am the body."
After the words fell, Fire-Tipped Spear stabbed out of Nezha's hand.
The tip of the spear passed through the void and went straight to the back of the old man in Orange One robe.
Orange One The old man in the robe raised his hand, Orange One light poured out from the palm of his hand and condensed into a layer of armor at the back of his heart.
The spear tip pierced the armor and the armor shattered.
It's not completely broken, it's just cracked.
Samadhi True Fire surged out from the tip of the gun and penetrated into the armor along the crack.
Orange One The expression of the old man in robe changed.
"Demonic Fire?"
He raised his right hand, and Orange One light poured out from his palm and condensed into a second layer on the armor.
But the flames had already penetrated.
Samadhi True Fire was burning in the armor, and the light of Orange One was burned by the flames and began to dim.
Orange One The old man in robe Orange One looked at Nezha for a moment.
"How dare you attack me secretly?"
Nezha pulled Fire-Tipped Spear out of the armor, and the gun tip spun around in the void.
"What happened to the sneak attack? You still want me to fight you head-on?"
His body disappeared into the void.
Orange One The old man in robe Orange One glanced around the void, but could not find Nezha's position.
"Where are the people?"
A voice came from his left side.
"Here."
Nezha emerged from the void, Fire-Tipped Spear stabbed Orange One in the left rib of the old man in robe.
Orange One The old man in the robe raised his left hand, Orange One light poured out from his palm and condensed into a third layer of armor on his left rib.
The spear tip pierced the armor, causing another crack in the armor.
Samadhi True Fire surged out from the tip of the gun and penetrated into the armor along the crack.
Orange One The old man in the robe looked even more ugly.
"Demonic Fire again?"
Nezha's mouth corners turned up.
"Yes, Demonic Fire Refining Heaven Formation's fire is specially designed to burn old people like you."
He pulled Fire-Tipped Spear out of the armor, and his body disappeared again.
Orange One The eyes of the old man in robes Orange One swept wildly in the void.
"Stop hiding, come out!"
Nezha's voice came from his right side.
"Here again."
The tip of the spear thrust out from the void and pointed at the right rib of the old man in Orange One robe.
Orange One The old man in the robe raised his right hand, Orange One light poured out from the palm and condensed into a fourth layer of armor on his right rib.
The spear tip pierced the armor, causing another crack in the armor.
Samadhi True Fire surged out from the tip of the gun and penetrated into the armor along the crack.
Orange One The old man in the robe's Orange One eyes were filled with A Trace anger.
"Are you kidding me?"
Nezha pulled Fire-Tipped Spear out of the armor, and the gun tip spun twice in the void.
"What's wrong with you? Do you still want to bite me?"
His body disappeared again.
This time it's not disappearing, it's splitting.
One Nezha becomes two, two becomes four, and four becomes eight.
Eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four.
One hundred and twenty-eight Nezha appeared around the old man in Orange One robe at the same time.
Each Nezha holds Fire-Tipped Spear in the hand, and the Samadhi True Fire on the tip of the gun is burning in the void.
Orange One The old man in the robe looked at the densely packed Nezha around him, and Orange One's eyes swept around each Nezha.
"Clone again?"
One hundred and twenty-eight Nezha, speaking at the same time.
"Yes, it's Clone again."
"Where is the main body?"
"Guess."
One hundred and twenty-eight Nezha, and at the same time insert Fire-Tipped Spear into the void.
Samadhi True Fire surged out from the tip of the spear and formed a fire net in the void.
The fire net trapped the old man in Orange One robe in the middle, and the flames began to burn crazily.
Orange One The expression of the old man in robe completely changed.
"Demonic Fire Refining Heaven Formation again?"
One hundred and twenty-eight Nezha, sneered at the same time.
"Yes, it's Demonic Fire Refining Heaven Formation again."
"Do you think I will be trapped by the same move twice?"
"Then give it a try."
The fire net began to shrink, and the temperature of the flame began to surge.
Orange One The old man in robes raised his hands, Orange One light poured out from his palms and formed a spherical shield around his body.
The shield blocked the flames, but the flames burned wildly on the shield, and cracks began to appear in the shield.
Orange One The old man in the robe's Orange One eyes swept around the fire net.
"The strength of this fire net is Thirty Percent weaker than the one that trapped the first Heavenly Venerable."
One hundred and twenty-eight Nezha, speaking at the same time.
"Yeah, weak Thirty Percent."
"Then I just need to break this fire net and I can get out."
"Then give it a try."
Orange One The old man in robe raised his right hand, and Orange One light poured out from his palm, condensing into a Orange One sword in the void.
The sword is densely engraved with Runes, and each Runes is shining.
"Origin Law Sword, kill!"
The sword slashed down from the void and pointed at a node of the fire network.
The sword blade struck the fire net, and the fire net trembled twice.
Then it stabilized again.
Orange One The old man in the robe looked even more ugly.
"How is that possible?"
One hundred and twenty-eight Nezha, sneered at the same time.
"There is nothing impossible. Although Demonic Fire Refining Heaven Formation is weaker than Thirty Percent, your Origin Law Sword has also been weakened by 50% due to Demonic Fire."
"Are you plotting against me?"
"Yes, I'm plotting against you."
The fire net continued to shrink, and the temperature of the flame continued to skyrocket.
Orange One There were more and more cracks on the spherical shield around the body of the old man in the robe. The cracks extended from the top to the bottom, and the entire shield began to tremble violently under the burning flames.
Orange One The old man in the robe's Orange One eyes swept around the fire net.
"Damn it, I'm trapped."