Zuo Qiuchen glanced at Yin Xiaohan blankly, but Yin Xiaohan did not refuse and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, she is using the magic fox man's spell. I heard that it is a spell that can eliminate all difficulties!"
"Is there such a good thing?"
Zuo Qiuchen blinked his eyes, feeling envious
"However, there is a price for using this spell. I heard that every time you recite the spell, you will lose five years of life."
"Won't?"
"So ordinary people from the Witch Fox Royal Family will not use spells easily, unless they have to use them if they want to save more people."
Yin Xiaohan pursed his lips, and saw a fire coming from the sky in front of him. Flames several feet high roared together from the ground. For a moment, the ice dragon was already burning in the raging fire.
Due to the spell, the ice dragon could not escape at all and had to roll around in pain in the fire.
"Let me go...let me go...I am willing to be your slave for life..."
It seemed that the ice dragon had to beg for mercy from Peirong in its final despair. When Peirong put away his inner strength, the ice dragon's body was already a mess of charred black, and the originally thick ice spikes became crooked.
The situation at this time is that both sides suffer losses.
Peirong felt relieved, her legs were numb, and she was exhausted, but fortunately, the ice dragon had completely succumbed, and it suddenly used its ugly black head to carry her petite body, bright red and pitch black, all intertwined in an instant.
"Woo..."
The ice dragon roared for a long time, then flew into the ice cave with Peirong swinging its head and tail, and disappeared from Yin Xiaohan's eyes.
"it's over?"
Zuo Qiuchen seemed not satisfied with watching, and was slightly disappointed.
"It didn't end, but it started. Ice Dragon took the initiative to take her into the first level of purgatory."
The long-armed boy smiled, feeling that his Yanghuo cultivation had a successor
The slight fire was burning, the heat was unstoppable, and those ghostly fires caused the blood on Peirong's thigh to flow out more unscrupulously.
The ice dragon seemed to sense it, and then placed his remaining ice spikes on her thighs. Gradually, the blood began to solidify.
"Thank you!"
Peirong, dripping with sweat, stroked the ice dragon that belonged to her. She lowered her eyes and saw an endless abyss below. Only then did she realize that she was actually sitting on a hollow black stone.
The faint flames have almost turned the ice dragon into a roasted dragon