This flame, which only the Shentu clan of Purgatory Mountain can cast, burned away Tang Chuqing's soul power flowing on the runes on the sword body in an instant.

Tang Chuqing was exhausted, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and sat down.

This seemingly ordinary little sword was wrapped in flames and fell to the ground.

The wounds on Shen Tu Nian's palms and thighs were instantly sealed by flames, and the seals were smooth and dark, like solidified magma.

Shen Tu Nian's body also burst into blazing fire.

He completely turned into a burning man and walked towards Lin Xi.

In the streets and alleys behind Lin Xi, the roofs began to tremble, and the sound of many people's extremely fast footsteps sounded like the drumbeats of Yun Qin drummer.

At this moment, there were several red shadows blocking the streets, and a snow-white spider kept spitting out, forming large white webs in the streets, blocking those who had already rushed.

Practitioners from the Yunqin military who came over.

"call"!

Another stream of air came from the big iron box on Chu Yehan's back.

A short bronze stick appeared in his hand.

A long thorn shot out from the tip of the short stick and hit Shen Tu Nian's chest at a speed no less than Tang Chuqing's blow.

Shen Tu thought and closed his palms.

Before his palms actually touched the long thorn with terrifying power, the flames squeezing up layer by layer forced the long thorn to stop within an inch of his chest.

"babble…."

A milky squealing sound sounded.

A small black fleshy claw stretched out.

Gao Yanan also stretched out his hands.

Countless white ice flowers formed in the air and rushed towards Shentu Nian.

Shentu Nian spread his palms, and the long thorns fell down. The heat compressed between his palms exploded, and all the white ice flowers instantly melted into water droplets, melted into steam, and exploded.

The desperate but still powerful commander Da Mang continued to press against Lin Xi.

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(Also try to have more words in the next chapter)
Chapter completed!