Chapter 608 Scarlet Flame·Rainbow Boom!!

"You are really good at showing off, and you're an artist? Who can show your art to this place where nothing matters?"

Tianhuo's mouth is still vicious.

Although he had to admit that this place was indeed created by the God of Cold Hell to be very appreciative, and even he, who did not understand art, was a little obsessed with it.

But you should never praise your enemy, as you will have to suffer what you deserve.

"Art is never for those of you who don't understand art."

The God of Cold Hell was not angry at Skyfire's comments.

On the contrary, he was dismissive of Tianhuo's evaluation.

Self-admiration is in line with the artist's character.

"Okay, I won't tell you these useless things. You should know why I came to you. It's time to talk, right?"

Tianhuo didn't want to talk about art with the God of Cold Hell. He was here to fight, not to cultivate sentiments.

The God of Cold Hell grasped the carving knife in his hand and pointed at the sky fire.

"Who am I to tell you?"

"When you ask for help, you don't even dare to come out. Is this your attitude towards asking for help?"

The God of Cold Hell gently scratched the air with his carving knife, and a transparent ice wall instantly rose in front of Tianhuo, blocking the space between Skyfire and the God of Cold Hell.

The attitude of the God of Cold Hell is like driving away outsiders who don't understand his art.

Tianhuo's eyes playfully stared at the God of Cold Hell through the transparent ice wall, and the flames on his body had begun to turn bright red.

"Please?"

"Do you really think I'm here to beg you?"

"Scarlet Flame·Penetrate!"

Tianhuo directly raised his hand, condensing a scarlet flame ball on his fingertips, and shot it out like a bullet.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each scarlet fireball can easily penetrate this layer of transparent ice and shoot towards the God of Cold Hell.

Click~

The ice crystals flowed and made a clicking sound. The works of art carved by the God of Cold Hell actively blocked the scarlet fireball as if they were alive.

Bang!

The scarlet fireball hit the ice sculpture, exploding into clouds of ice crystal fragments and leaving deep pits on the ice sculpture.

"Ice Crystal Worlds!"

The God of Cold Hell waved his right hand.

This world of ice crystals carved out by the God of Cold Hell was completely moving. The ground, pillars, walls, ice sculptures... all flowed with the ice crystals, and all pressed towards the sky fire.

"Crimson Flame·rainboom!!"

Tianhuo felt the pressure from all directions, blood-red flames flashed between his pupils, and a terrifying aura of flames instantly rose from his body.

The flames, as red as blood, instantly converged into Tianhuo's body, and then they were like bombs wrapped in iron sheets.

Release it all.

boom! ! !

Rainblast is a new skill learned from the Crimson Flame's Divine Core Stone after Skyfire advanced to the minor god. When the flame is forcibly compressed, the effect of the explosion is more lethal than pure flames.

Moreover, at the moment of explosion, brilliant colors will bloom.

This is...rainboom!

The ice crystal world and the light of the rainbow explosion were superimposed on each other, but as the setting sun continued to set, it actually illuminated the depths of the entire ice wall.

Even Zhang Zhan, Annie and others from far away saw this gorgeous scene.

"Fuck!"

The leader of the warrior group beside Annie and Zhang Zhan said in unison.

The leader yelled because the scene was too spectacular, with the gorgeous explosions and the colors reflected by the ice crystals. This scene was truly unforgettable after seeing it once.

As for Zhang Zhan... he sighed, my thighs seem to be getting stronger again.

So cool!

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"See? This is called art."

Tianhuo stepped on the shattered ice crystal fragments that had been blown up and said proudly.

"My master said, explosions are fucking art. Anyone can see it, and after seeing it, they have to say "f*ck". That's art. You...according to my master's evaluation, it's at most an artist's self-admiration. "

"Even normal people can't come in, and no one appreciates it. What's the point of carving these?"

Facing Tianhuo, the attitude of the God of Cold Hell was beyond Tianhuo's expectations.

Her expression turned out to be very excited.

"Do you admit that I am an artist?"

"Forehead……"

Tianhuo didn't expect that the God of Cold Hell would have such a strange focus.

But he still replied: "What if?"

This answer is actually Zheng Yu's answer, because Tianhuo can feel the owner's emotions, Zheng Yu really admires the ice sculpture of the God of Cold Hell.

It's not an exaggeration to call him an artist.

The God of Cold Hell lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Then he looked at Tianhuo, "Don't you want to know where those in the ice coffin come from?"

"I'm telling you."

"Follow me."

The God of Cold Hell even put down his fighting attitude and directly dispersed the ice crystals that were everywhere after the explosion around him.

In less than a second, these ice crystals completely returned to their previous appearance.

This made Tianhuo's heart sink.

This was tantamount to telling herself that her rainstorm just now had no effect. She could recover as long as she wanted, and recover as long as she wanted.

Tianhuo stared at the God of Cold Hell.

As if he hadn't seen it, the God of Cold Hell paved a road with ice crystals to guide the sky fire in a direction.

"Come here."

The God of Cold Hell invited.

When Tianhuo hesitated, Zheng Yu told Tianhuo, "Follow her."

"good."

With Zheng Yu's order, Tianhuo naturally knew what to do next.

He walked on the ice crystal road paved by the God of Cold Hell and followed the God of Cold Hell.

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"She actually stopped fighting?"

Peng Wu, who was watching the battle in the summoner space, was puzzled.

He couldn't figure out why the other party acted so uncharacteristically just by saying "artist"?

Zhang Min pondered on the side and said: "Artists all seek recognition. It's hard to find an appreciator who can come to her and recognize her identity as an artist. Naturally, she will be very happy."

"That's it?"

Peng Wu still felt something was wrong.

"As for artists, it's hard to guess, and this is a god-level artist..."

Zhang Min felt that her guess was quite right, so she turned to ask Zheng Yu's attitude, "President, am I right?"

Zheng Yu responded with a smile: "An artist is just an identity."

Seeing that Zhang Min didn't understand, Zheng Yu explained: "She just doesn't want to continue to waste energy on Tianhuo. An ice crystal world has not solved Tianhuo, which means that if she wants to solve Tianhuo, she needs to pay more."

"What's more, she is not absolutely sure of killing Tianhuo."

"Since we can't be killed, we can't get the core of the gods from Tianhuo. It's a battle that won't pay off, and she clearly knows what we want."

"It's not a secret at all, so she will naturally give it a step up."

"It's not mutual appreciation between artists, it's just a casual way."

Zhang Min rarely retorted to Zheng Yu, "President, I feel that you always think of other people too realistically. What if they are really the kind of lunatics who devote themselves wholeheartedly to art?"

Zheng Yu chuckled, "I recognize her art and her identity as an artist."

"But if you want to say that she is willing to go crazy for art, then I will never admit it."

"Because if she is really willing to go crazy for art, then she will never appear in this land of abandoned gods."

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