Chapter 386 Soul Flame Ancient Stone Coffin

Vikora, Lower Town.

Under the scorching sun, raging flames burned the ruined buildings, and the red blood stained the yellow sand road.

Facing the hellish scene, Nasus, wearing the Ascendant Armor on his shoulders, holding a long-handled battle axe, walked forward with his head held high.

His figure was like a god descending from heaven, full of the majesty of the ancient Shurima Empire.

With every step he took, Nasus' eyes were filled with anger.

He saw the tribal warriors controlled by Xerath slaughtering the Shurimans wantonly.

The light in their eyes was gone, leaving only emptiness and cruelty.

"Without darkness, there is no dawn!"

[Soul Flame]!

The deep purple power extended under Nasus' feet, like a hideous crack in the earth, gushing out the flames of death, with the dual meaning of destruction and rebirth.

All the tribal warriors who touched the soul flame suddenly appeared with a touch of purple flames, burning their empty souls.

They struggled painfully in the flames, but as time passed, their struggles quickly stopped.

The once lost souls, under the flames of death, turned into ashes together with their bodies.

Nasus looked at the tribal warriors who turned into ashes with cold eyes, without any mercy or hesitation.

They may have been the tribesmen near Vikaola, but now they are just puppets controlled by arcane power.

Nasus held the long-handled battle axe tightly and stepped forward to protect the Shurimans who survived in Vikaola.

It was like thousands of years of war, saving these mortals who were sinking into the secular world.

Seeing the tall figure of Nasus, the surviving Shurimans saw a ray of hope and began to call out Nasus' name loudly.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the wind was blowing.

Huo Jixing stood in the sky, retracted his gaze from looking at Nasus, and the red-gold flames filled his dark pupils.

[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Pupils]!

He saw that the tens of thousands of clouds in Vikora were gone, and the remaining clouds were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Huo Jixing ignored the white clouds of ordinary people, but stared at the colorful clouds representing the extraordinary people.

Clang!

He pulled out the [Spiritual Wind] from his waist, and the blue cloud pattern lit up with a dim light.

These extraordinary people were not worth his full effort, but time was running out, and he needed to enter the emperor's tomb as soon as possible.

Buzz!

The green light flashed, and Huo Jixing disappeared.

When he appeared again, he came to a solid yellow sand street, and in front of him was a middle-aged man wearing light armor.

The crazy face was engraved with ancient marks, and the brown-yellow light covered his sturdy and savage body. The heavy axe in his hand knocked open the head of the rebel under his feet, and the red blood and white liquid stained his face.

Hearing the sound of wind behind him, the middle-aged man, who was obviously a tribal warrior, immediately turned around and looked for the enemy.

But the next moment!

He only saw a flash of cold green light, and then darkness came and took his life.

"Good luck."

Huo Jixing kicked the body of the tribal warrior and picked up a bone bracelet from his wrist with [Spirit Wind].

Low-level magic rune items can enhance the user's physical strength.

He did not hesitate and chose to decompose it directly, and then chose the next target.

The sound of wind humming sounded, with the interweaving of death and wailing, blowing through the blood and fire-watered Vikola.

Huo Jixing relied on the power of the Azure Dragon Constellation to transform into a high-end hunter, hunting the selected target in the chaotic Vikola.

The usually high-ranking and self-important transcendents not only became Xerath's arcane puppets, but also fell down like straw under Huo Jixing's sword.

As far as the eye can see, the bodies of the extraordinary people fell on the blood-stained land.

They are hard to match, making Huo Jixing synonymous with the god of death.

However, the extraordinary people in Shurima are a bit poor.

Among the targets hunted by Huo Jixing, only a few have magic rune items, and most of them are low-level.

This made him a little disappointed, but it did not affect his hunting pace.

Huo Jixing needs enough magic rune items, so now he can only hunt those arcane puppets controlled by Xerath.

If luck favors, occasionally one or two lost magic rune items will be found from the broken corpses scattered around the Vikora.

"Temple of the Sun?"

In front of the solemn and solemn temple.

Huo Jixing smelled the war and blood in the wind, looked up at the sun disk covered with a layer of dark blue arcane energy above, thinking.

The tribal warriors guarding the gate saw Huo Jixing falling from the sky, and immediately grasped their spears tightly, rushing forward like a tide.

Their eyes burned with blue fire with the power of Zelas, and they didn't know what fear was, and surrounded Huo Jixing.

Huo Jixing didn't panic at all, standing quietly in place, gently holding the sword flower, sweeping across the empty eyes of each warrior and the blue fire burning in the pupil.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The chaotic footsteps merged with the unconscious roar.

The tribal warriors in armor turned into irrational beasts, raised their spears, and stabbed Huo Jixing.

However, they were greeted by a green sword light, like a blue-horned angry dragon, rushing in front of the temple.

The ferocious dragon horns instantly crushed the solid armor and pierced the bodies of the tribal warriors.

The sharp dragon claws slapped their heads, making a dull cracking sound.

It only took a moment.

Under the illumination of the green sword light, a blood-stained road was left in the open space in front of the temple.

Huo Jixing walked along this road and walked into the Temple of the Sun.

In the magnificent temple, the blue arcane energy permeated the air, giving this rebuilt temple a bit of weirdness and mystery.

Huo Jixing looked around and saw many corpses of temple guards, casually discarded in the corner.

When he walked into the center of the temple, the bloody scene in his vision made him tremble in his heart.

Many residents in Vikola fled to the Temple of the Sun in the hope of getting the protection of the sun disc and the priests.

But now, they have all become cold corpses, and their corpses have been desecrated and placed in strange postures.

The corpses had their arms bent forward and their heads pressed to the ground, like curled pilgrims. Red blood gathered under their bodies and flowed along the blue rune array.

"Is this a ritual array?"

Huo Jixing frowned, and his red-gold eyes examined the center of the temple.

The ritual array in front of him was somewhat similar to the blood witchcraft array set up by Vladimir that he had seen before.

The arcane puppets that were placing corpses in the center of the temple seemed to have noticed the intruder and quickly turned around.

The blue flames flickered in their pupils, reflecting Huo Jixing's tall figure.

Roar!

With a low roar, they rushed towards Huo Jixing, holding bloody blades and spears.

Huo Jixing staggered and stabbed out with the long sword in his hand, easily cutting the three people in front of him in half.

Then, he stepped on the ground, like a green wind floating across the center of the temple.

Puff! Puff!

Behind him, the bodies of the arcane puppets stood stiffly in place.

Then they split into two, fell into the sacrificial array, and merged with the dead residents of Vikora.

It was just that there were too many arcane puppets gathered in the temple. They seemed endless and rushed towards Huo Jixing fearlessly.

Every time Huo Jixing killed a group, new arcane puppets would be added to fill the gap.

"So many?"

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. It seemed that this sacrificial array was more important than imagined.

"Then kill you all!"

Huo Jixing exhaled lightly, and the green sword light seemed to spread in the temple like mist.

His swordsmanship had long reached the level of a master with the blessing of the star talent.

Every time a sword light fell, an arcane puppet would be destroyed and fall in a pool of blood.

After a while,

All the arcane puppets in the center of the temple were gone, leaving only a strong smell of blood.

After dealing with these arcane puppets, Huo Jixing came to the stone steps of the temple. Just as he was about to climb the steps, he seemed to think of something.

He looked at the sacrificial array behind him, and a red-gold flame lit up at his fingertips.

Puff!

The fire of Nanli fell, and the raging flames burned all the corpses, leaving a clean and tidy ground.

Huo Jixing then walked towards the top of the temple with satisfaction.

As he approached, the air at the top of the temple seemed to solidify, and he could feel the powerful arcane energy raging, trying to stop his steps.

Obviously, the dark existence that controlled the Temple of the Sun felt the threat he brought.

"No more playing."

Huo Jixing looked back at the breath of Nasus that was getting closer and closer, and his smile faded.

He stepped on the ground with both feet, jumped up, and swung a brilliant green sword energy with the spirit wind in his hand, like a blue dragon out of the sea, straight into the sky.

The arcane energy raging in the air was quickly annihilated by the sword energy.

Huo Jixing fell down and stood in front of the sun disc, looking at this majestic building.

The sun disc was once a symbol of the most glorious period of the ancient Shurima Empire, and countless ascended warriors were born because of it.

Although the sun disc in front of him was extremely rough, it still exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

Even the arcane energy covering it could not cover it up.

"Sure enough, the sun disc has the power of magic runes."

Huo Jixing looked at the sun disc that was close at hand and looked like a black moon, and sighed softly.

This was also his purpose.

Just when Huo Jixing wanted to step forward and touch the sun disc.

The arcane energy covering the surface rippled a little, and a hazy phantom appeared above the sun disc.

It was an ancient sarcophagus with crackling dark energy, wrapped with cast iron chains, embedded in endless darkness.

Suddenly.

On the ancient sarcophagus, two blue dots of light like eyes lit up, like the supreme god, overlooking Huo Jixing.

"Sarcophagus. Is the arcane energy still sealed in Zerath?"

Huo Jixing thought, vaguely understanding who was sealed in the ancient sarcophagus.

"Suddenly appeared in front of me, is it to stop me?"

"And in this posture?"