Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

Xiao Muchen glared at the black-robed man in front of him. The fighting spirit on his body rolled like surging waves, and the powerful momentum made the air around him seem to be frozen. After resisting Xiao Muchen's powerful attack, the black-robed man slowly stood up, and the black robe fluttered in the wind, finally revealing an old and gloomy face. The criss-crossing wrinkles on his face were like the cracked bark on a thousand-year-old tree. Every wrinkle seemed to tell the vicissitudes of time and the countless tragic battles he had experienced.

"I am Ming Wu, the fifth elder of the Nether Clan." The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld, with a chilling chill that made people's hair stand on end, as if the whisper of death was echoing in the air. His deep-set eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, flashing with a faint cold light. Just being stared at by him would make people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, and they dared not look at him.

Xiao Muchen's eyes condensed, and he secretly became alert. He had heard of the notorious reputation of Ming Wu, the fifth elder of the Ming Clan. This person was not only insidious, cunning, cruel, and would do anything to achieve his goals, but also frightening because of his unfathomable cultivation. It was said that Ming Wu had reached the peak of the early six-star Dou Sheng, and had a respected status in the Ming Clan and extraordinary strength.

Ming Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at Xiao Muchen with contempt and disdain, and sneered: "Boy, you do have some skills that can force this elder to take action. But today, you are still doomed, and you will definitely die." His tone was full of superiority and extreme contempt for Xiao Muchen, as if Xiao Muchen was just an insignificant ant in his eyes that could be crushed to death at will.

Xiao Muchen was not afraid at all. His back was straight like a spear that would never bend. He responded, "Humph, if you want to kill me, I'll see if you have the ability to do it!" His voice was firm and powerful, revealing an absolutely fearless courage and firm belief.

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Muchen shot out like lightning, turning into a dazzling stream of light, rushing towards the dark fog at lightning speed. At the same time, the fighting spirit in his hand quickly condensed into an extremely sharp spear. On the spear, the fighting spirit shone brightly, and the mysterious runes flowed like stars, emitting a powerful breath that made people's heart palpitate. Xiao Muchen swung his arm suddenly, and the spear carried a sharp whistling sound that pierced through the void, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, piercing towards the dark fog.

Ming Wu dodged to the side, his movements were light and agile, like a ghost in the dark night, and he easily avoided Xiao Muchen's swift and fierce attack. His movements were strange and unpredictable, like a ghost, making it difficult to grasp his trajectory. At the same time, a black magic staff appeared out of thin air in his hand. The staff was dark in color, and a huge gem emitting a strange light was inlaid on the top of the staff. As Ming Wu injected the majestic magic power into it, the gem on the top of the staff instantly shone brightly, like a cold moon in the dark. A gloomy and cold dark force began to gather rapidly around his body, forming a depressing aura.

Seeing that his attack missed, Xiao Muchen quickly changed his seals with both hands, and in an instant, the Netherworld Poison Fire suddenly rose from his palms. This Netherworld Poison Fire showed a strange dark green color, and as the flames jumped, it seemed as if countless resentful spirits struggling in pain were howling in it, which was creepy. Xiao Muchen moved his mind and instantly transformed the Netherworld Poison Fire into a green fire snake with bared fangs and claws, and flew towards the Netherworld Mist at an extremely fast speed.

Ming Wu felt the strange and powerful corrosive power of the Netherworld Poison Fire, and his face changed slightly. He did not dare to be careless. He quickly waved the black staff in his hand, muttered something, and released a thick and solid black barrier, trying to block the invasion of the green fire snake. However, the corrosiveness of the Netherworld Poison Fire was far beyond his imagination, and instantly burned a huge hole in the seemingly indestructible black barrier. The green fire snake continued to move forward fiercely towards Ming Wu.

The dark fog had to temporarily avoid its sharp edge, and quickly retreated, trying to distance himself from the Netherworld Poison Fire. How could Xiao Muchen miss such a good opportunity? He took advantage of the situation and chased after it like a shadow. Then, he once again used the Wind and Thunder Fury Flame. A ball of gorgeous purple flame accompanied by the crackling sound of violent thunder and lightning instantly turned into a huge and majestic thunderbird. The thunderbird stretched out its wide wings, and every flap caused the roar of thunder and lightning. Wherever it passed, the space was torn apart by the violent power of thunder and lightning, and shocking fine cracks appeared.

Seeing this, Ming Wu's eyes tightened, and he quickly muttered something. The light on the staff in his hand shone brightly, and a thick and solid dark beam suddenly shot out, like a black dragon, roaring and rushing towards the Thunderbird. The two collided in the air, and for a moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be filled with a devastating explosion, which was deafening. The powerful energy aftermath spread wildly around like ripples, and wherever it went, the surrounding mountains, rocks and trees were instantly crushed into powder, turning into a wasteland.

Xiao Muchen didn't give Ming Wu any chance to breathe. He focused his eyes and mobilized the purple lotus fire in his body again. The mysterious and charming purple-blue flame rose up like a dream, but it contained endless destructive power. Xiao Muchen waved his hands and quickly condensed the purple lotus fire into a huge and gorgeous flaming sword. The purple-blue light on the sword body flowed, and the runes shone, as if it was a sword of divine punishment sent down from the sky. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed at Ming Wu fiercely.

Ming Wu felt the terrifying threat contained in this attack, and his face was extremely solemn. He exerted all his magic power, chanting something, and instantly formed layer after layer of thick and solid defensive barriers in front of him. The flaming giant sword collided with the layers of barriers continuously, emitting a sharp friction sound and dazzling sparks. Every collision caused the space to tremble and the energy to surge.

Even though Ming Wu was a powerful warrior at the peak of the early stage of the six-star Douluo, Xiao Muchen, relying on the magical power of the three powerful strange fires and his own superb control skills, fought him to a standstill, and did not lose the upper hand at all.

Xiao Muchen became more and more courageous as the battle went on. The three kinds of strange fire changed infinitely in his hands, and were extremely exquisite. Sometimes they turned into ferocious and ferocious fire beasts, pouncing on the dark fog with bared fangs and claws; sometimes they turned into sharp and unmatched fire weapons, attacking the opponent with the power of creating the world; sometimes they turned into a smart and elegant fire shield, cleverly resisting the powerful attack of the dark fog.

The strange and spooky Netherworld Poison Fire, the violent and fierce Wind and Thunder Flame, and the mysterious and powerful Purple Lotus Fire were all brought into full play under Xiao Muchen's control. Every change and attack of the strange fire was accompanied by amazing creativity and power, which made Netherworld Mist overwhelmed and exhausted.

Ming Wu's face gradually became gloomy. He originally thought that he could easily suppress Xiao Muchen with his profound cultivation and powerful magic. But he didn't expect that Xiao Muchen, relying on the magical power of the strange fire and excellent fighting skills, was not only not defeated by him, but gradually gained the upper hand and suppressed him.

"Boy, you are courting death!" Ming Wu was furious and roared to the sky. The magic power in his body surged out like a flood, and he increased the magic power output again. An extremely terrifying aura emanated from his body, as if the devil from hell had descended to the world. Ming Wu prepared to launch a more powerful and deadly attack, trying to turn the tide of the battle and defeat Xiao Muchen completely.

However, Xiao Muchen showed no fear. His eyes were as firm as iron, and his fighting spirit burned even more vigorously. In this thrilling battle, he had found his own rhythm and confidence. No matter how powerful the next attack from Mingwu was, he firmly believed that he could deal with it and defeat this powerful enemy before him...