Chapter: 8540

Mengmeng tried her best.

Crash!

The power of the Xuanming Sacred Fire covers the world.

The surrounding cyan demonic fire spirits were a little dizzy.

What kind of fire is this?

Seems to be purer than us?

It's so scary.

Crash.

These fire spirits don't have any spiritual intelligence, only the natural fear, floating around.

In just two minutes, these fire spirits forgot what they were about to attack just now, and they couldn't feel the breath of human monks.

"start!"

Zhang Han narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Get it done!"

Immortal Wu Luo was flustered, and every time everyone pulled in a fire spirit, they would attack together.

"Kill it!"

"Dry!"

Yue Wuwei couldn't help thinking: What a group of lovely people.

Just like that, it took three days for thousands of fire spirits. After Mengmeng absorbed it, she became more proficient in controlling the Xuanming holy fire, as if melting the Xuanming holy fire into a part of her body, and made various moves with her own hands.

"Dad, but I didn't feel any specific benefits." Mengmeng asked.

"The benefits are great." Zhang Han said with a smile: "This is beneficial to some of your future situations, such as Xuanming Shenghuo's promotion to the first echelon of the strange fire."

"hiss!"

Shui Tianxian gasped when he heard the words: "Hanyang, how dare you think that the strange fire of the first echelon may not be heard once every ten thousand years. Some of them will almost fall, and those who can touch them will survive. , very few, the appearance of the first echelon's strange fire is almost the peak of the tribulation, like that kind of attribute tribulation thunder, it's too scary."

"It's always good to have dreams." Wu Luo Xianjun said.

"But dreams have to be close to reality." Shui Tianxian shook his head.

"What if Mengmeng gets it in the future." Wu Luo Xianjun said with a smile: "This is something that can't be guaranteed."

"It's rare to come across it, let alone get it."

"Palace Master, why don't we make a bet." Wu Luo Xianjun said: "I bet Mengmeng can promote Xuanming Sacred Flame to the first echelon within ten thousand years."

"Then I can't bet? No, you actually tricked me." Shuitian Xianjun glared: "Didn't I offend someone by saying this?"

"How about this, I bet with you two, it doesn't take that long, can it be a hundred years? Let's bet on six mysterious treasures." Zhang Han smiled.

"make a deal."