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892. Love and Hate 9

What appeared next to Xuanyuan Xuantian's hair was a black finger claw. It hung there out of thin air, but was swallowed up by the flames in the blink of an eye. Xuanyuan Xuantian raised his arm, feeling a little difficult.

This time it was not because of a leak of strength, but because it was really difficult for him to lift his arms, and the air seemed to be filled with glue.

The white mist is condensed in the glue, but that doesn't mean they will just do nothing.

Xuanyuan Xuantian couldn't figure out what kind of creature that monster was, but he was sure that its flesh-and-bone armor was the monster's limbs. This was the favorite target of his flames. The broken limbs tried to surround the unclean surroundings.

The thick jelly is condensed inside, but once it touches the flames condensed on the surface, it is burned away.[

It was trying to condense itself into its meat jelly, Xuanyuan Xuantian thought, this was probably one of its fighting methods.

He has never seen such a strange spell. It is strange enough that it changes the composition of the air. What is even stranger is that even something as invisible as the sacred can be frozen in it.

He was suddenly a little curious, what form would the pure silver take after it was frozen?

Is it as elegant and graceful as cigarette smoke?

The flash of the flame slowed down,,,it actually slowed down,,,

The air around him was becoming thicker and unclean, making him breathless.

He thought it was because the frozen parts would no longer move, so after burning the ones in front of them, they could no longer move to see other limbs.

Something that can freeze even the sacred flame...

No one has heard of this ancient evil spell anymore, and no one knows how to deal with it.

He didn't know if it had memory and intelligence, but they probably no longer existed.

It was destroyed by the demon clan, and everything related to this fate has been destroyed.,,,

Either that or face him in the depths of time, never to be seen again.

He thought again of the castle that still stood at his feet. He had to destroy it, otherwise one day...

This made him feel anxious, he had to finish his work, if not, it would eventually be discovered by another person, and God knows what trouble would result.


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