Chapter 3268 The First Generation of Fire Spirits

"Human boy, what did you do to him?" The remaining three Holy Fire Dragon Lions couldn't laugh anymore and stared at Xiao Fan murderously.

A cruel smile appeared on Xiao Fan's face, he stepped forward step by step and said: "If you say another word, you will die!"

His words were very cold and extremely domineering.

It was obviously coming from the mouth of a Great Emperor Realm monk, but the three Holy Fire Dragon Lions had to believe it.

The human boy in front of him might really have a way to destroy them.

After a while, Xiao Fan walked past the three of them. It was not until Xiao Fan was in the passage that the three of them came back to their senses.

"What to do with the third child?" one of the Holy Fire Dragon Lions asked worriedly.

"What else can we do? Take the third child's body and follow him quickly!" The largest Holy Fire Dragon Lion came to his senses, picked up the two flames and followed quickly.

They could clearly feel that the breath of their third child was getting weaker and weaker. With their eyesight, they didn't know how to treat him and could only rely on Xiao Fan.

Deep in the passage is a vast space filled with magma, forming a magma sea.

The magma sea was bubbling upwards, and the hot steam was steaming upwards. Even the Great Emperor realm couldn't bear it.

But on the floating island in the middle of the magma sea, there was a golden lion. The golden lion lay weakly on the floating island.

There was still a faint smell of blood in its hair, as if a ball of fire was burning.

The golden lion is surrounded by a curtain of flames, isolating the inside and outside. Only black iron chains are tightly clasped around it, crossing the void and buckling deeply into the surrounding cliffs.

The iron chain was buckled into the flesh and blood of the golden lion, and the golden blood flowed out, exuding the brilliance of divinity, as if there were balls of flames burning in the blood. "Boy, this is the result of opposing me, Jin Feilin. In another hour, the first-generation fire spirit in your body will be completely refined by me, and I will become the first-generation holy fire dragon and lion! And you are just a mortal without the fire spirit. , I want to kill you, just flip my hand

things in between. "

A rough voice sounded, but it was a seven or eight-foot-tall holy fire dragon lion stepping on the fire cloud, floating not far away from the golden lion, speaking condescendingly.

Hearing this, the golden lion opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the holy fire dragon and lion indifferently and said: "I gave you the first generation fire spirit, why do you still want to kill me?"

"Humph, are you so kind?" Jin Feilin bared his teeth and said with disdain: "Some things will only feel precious if you work hard to get them. What you can give me is definitely not as good as what I can get myself."

Hearing this, the golden lion ignored Jin Feilin. With such a person, no matter how much he said, it was meaningless.

"Stop talking? Then just wait for death slowly. After losing the first-generation fire spirit, it is impossible for you to withstand the burning of the flames here. It won't take long before you will be turned into ashes." Jin Feilin sneered.

On the top of the golden lion's head, there was a golden flame surging. The flame slowly took shape and condensed into a small golden lion in the air.

Looking at the golden flame lion, Jin Feilin's eyes were burning, and his eyes were full of greed.

This is what Jin Feilin calls the first-generation fire spirit. Anyone who obtains it can greatly increase their potential and have unlimited breakthrough possibilities.

Just like the first generation bloodline of other races, they are extremely powerful.

The golden lion, which had lost its golden flame, became more and more sluggish. The golden hair on his body slowly fell off, and the bloody light slowly disappeared.

It was replaced by a patch of white hair, which was crystal clear, sparkling like ice crystals.

However, Jin Feilin didn't take it seriously and continued to extract the power of the first generation fire spirit. In his eyes, the golden lion had only death.

Almost an hour later, all the golden hair on the golden lion's body fell off, and the ice crystal-like hair covered the whole body.

"You can't hold on so soon?" Jin Feilin couldn't help but look suspicious when he saw the golden lion's state.

But when he saw the flaming golden lion, he no longer paid attention to the golden lion.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the flaming golden lion was swallowed by him in vain. Then his figure continued to shrink, only one foot in size.

He quickly landed on another small floating island that he had prepared long ago and began to refine it.

"By the time I refine the first-generation fire spirit, you will probably have turned into ashes. Brothers, I can't bear to see you die with my own eyes." Jin Feilin laughed to himself.

How could the golden lion, which had lost its first-generation fire spirit, resist the burning flames all around?

After a pause, Jin Feilin laughed again and said: "Don't even think about anyone coming to save you. This starry world is all my people, so just wait for death..."

"Yeah?"

Before Jin Feilin finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded. The smile on his face suddenly stopped, and then he suddenly looked up towards the source of the voice.

There, a flash of light flew past and appeared on the floating island where the golden lion was. He was seen holding a bloody long sword in his hand, gently slashing at the iron chains.

"Who are you, who dare to enter my Holy Fire Dragon and Lion Holy Land? Even with the broken iron in your hand, you want to cut through the ten thousand-year-old black black iron..." Jin Feilin stared at the figure angrily.

But before he could finish his words, a series of crisp sounds of gold and stone clashing came from the void, and in his eyes, the iron chains that were difficult to cut were all like mud, broken without any pressure.

Jin Feilin's pupils shrank slightly, looking at the figure in horror, but he soon became greedy.

Even ten-thousand-year-old black black iron can be cut so easily, how can this sword be so simple?

If you can get this sword, your combat effectiveness will definitely increase!

"Third brother?" At this time, the golden lion opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the figure in front of him with a surprised look, rubbed his eyes with his paws and said, "Am I dreaming?"

The person who came was none other than Xiao Fan.

The only lion who can call Xiao Fan his third brother is Xiao Jin.

"Xiao Jin, it's me." Xiao Fan nodded, with a smile on his face, and said: "You lie down for a while, I will deal with him first and then talk to you."

After saying that, Xiao Fan suddenly looked at Jin Feilin and walked slowly over with the Shura Sword in hand.

Whoever touched brother Xiao Fan had a good ending?

Jin Feilin was unmoved, but sneered: "Third brother? So you are brothers too? Do you want to save him?"

Jin Feilin looked at Xiao Fan playfully as if he had a chance to win.

Xiao Fan was silent, but looked at Jin Feilin as if he were looking at a dead person. Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by Xiao Jin: "Third brother, don't do it. Killing him will only dirty your hands!" "Kill me?" Jin Feilin said As if he had heard a big joke, he said disdainfully: "You guys also want to kill me? Now, I am the one who possesses the first generation fire spirit."