I have a passive skill.

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But this is where Bai Yan's magic lies.

What it really uses as an attack output is not the spectacular flame waterfall at all.

But its infinitely high temperature.

When the temperature is so high, even if you can isolate space and heaven, it can still penetrate space and heaven, and then ignite everything it passes through!

……

The face started to twitch.

Zhang Duoyu is not Zhang Chongmou, she does not have "a faint shadow in the sky".

Being touched by Bai Yan at this moment, the pain in his whole body can't even be relieved at all.

The only thing she can do is to use willpower to hold on!

"fade!"

A shout.

In desperation, she chose to borrow the power of heaven.

But in the next second, Zhang Duoyu was desperate.

The power of the heavenly way that was gathered together had not yet formed at all, but was directly ignited by this terrifying fire, and burned to nothingness.

"What kind of will-o'-the-wisp is this!"

Zhang Duoyu was desperate.

The sea of qi began to tear, and her body began to melt. She couldn't hold back the pain any longer, and the "Spiritual Shield" in her hand relaxed slightly.

"boom!"

Flowing flames poured all over his head.

This time, not only the sea of Qi, but also her body was directly ignited by Bai Yan.

"what--"

The shrill screams echoed in the void.

The level of his neighing was no less than that of his "Tixuan Yin Palm" just now, which made a terrible ghost cry.

But the difference is that at that time, the sound wave could form an attack.

At this moment, Zhang Duoyu's cry could convey only fear and deep despair.

"Hoho~"

After hearing such a familiar cry, the white toad finally stopped outputting and started dancing in the void.

This is the normal reaction the enemy should have after this move!

Every time I run out of this stance, the battle will no longer be possible.

It was an accident that the little swordsman who was run away earlier was completely intact.

The same is true of the human old man.

However, even though he was able to penetrate his own strength, he still died in the end due to his wise and powerful means.

So what about penetration.

That temperature, which no one would guard against at all, is his Bai Yan, the real means of killing the enemy!

……

"Hush-"

"Grass!"

"Damn things!!!"

Zhang Duoyu looks like a madman.

Just accidentally loosening the Imperial Spirit Shield a little bit, the white flame flowed to him, and it was out of control after that.

Her hands, her chest...

Her head, her whole body...

Even though he only had a few breaths, his plump and delicate body was melted down to the point where there were only sporadic pieces of flesh left.

Bloody and bloody can no longer be used to describe Zhang Duoyu's tragic state after being poured by Bai Yan.

The bones are dense, and then even the bones melt, which is the real tragedy after being ignited.

"break!"

"Break it for me!"

Zhang Duoyu exhausted all means.

But as soon as the Lingyuan was called, it was burned immediately.

As soon as the way of heaven called, it was immediately burned to death.

She couldn't even use a single spiritual skill.

Not even a single step could be taken.

"How could this be..."

Give up the struggling bone spirit and rain, only the soul is left crying.

Obviously all means.

Obviously many treasures.

But as soon as Bai Yan clicked on them, all of them were silenced indirectly.

Can't use it at all.

At this moment, she finally understood why Mou Lao died.

Bai Yan of the White Skull is the absolute nemesis of the alchemist.

Even the throne, as long as it is selected, it will inevitably lead to death.

"Gone……"

The naked eye was completely burned, but Zhang Duoyu was still able to lock the direction of the white skull even if he was blind.

She never thought that her life on the throne would end in this white cave.

Even at the last moment of her life, she failed to find out where the owner of the white skull had gone.

However, where the hatred comes from, it should go from there.

"I fought with you!"

With a roar, she exhausted all her strength and ignited the fire of her soul in a sea of white flames. She turned into a flash of light and rushed towards the place where the white skull danced.

……

"Blow yourself up?"

Seeing Zhang Duoyu's swollen white bones, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized something.

Throne blew himself up?

It became distorted at that moment, and then directly disintegrated into the exploding space.

He could imagine that even if the two of them were still some distance away from Zhang Duoyu, once he blew himself up successfully, he would definitely end up being dragged into hell!

"Is this a nuclear bomb..."

"run!"

Xu Xiaoshou no longer felt that the sky was safe.

He grabbed Xiaoyu's hand, and wanted to send him directly to the Yuan Mansion, and then "reached the sky in one step" to escape.

But at this moment, there was an indifferent voice from one side.

"Yuemo."

Yu Zhiwen uttered two words lightly.

The next moment, Zhang Duoyu rushed to the front of the White Skull, and Zhang Duoyu, whose bones were swollen and cracked, seemed to be sucked dry from the middle.

"scoff~"

She deflated.

Not only was the person deflated, but even the violently trembling Heavenly Dao fluctuations around him were directly wilted.

"This……"

Xu Xiao was shocked.

Only then did he recall that when Zhang Duoyu wanted to expand his boundaries, he was directly interrupted by Xiaoyu's move.

Now, even the throne that blew itself up could be suppressed forcibly?

"Yes!"

Xu Xiaoshou changed his mind.

Isn't the essence of the self-destruction of the throne just to attract the power of heaven, fight chaotically, and finally directly blow up its own power?

And all attacks involving the way of heaven.

If the outside world lacks the way of heaven, how will one's own style be formed?

How can a fire without oxygen ignite spontaneously?

Xu Xiaoshou looked sideways, staring at the girl beside him in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"I said, don't run."

A smile formed on the corner of Yu Zhiwen's mouth.

She knew what Xu Xiaoshou was thinking.

It's rare that this guy has such a heart of amazement, and Xiao Yu's heart is so playful.

She patted Xu Xiaoshou's hand, signaling him to let go of herself, then tiptoed slightly, and lightly touched the silly head of the young man in front of her.

"With me here, you don't have to be afraid."

"Just lie down..."

Yu Zhiwen paused, blushing pretty, as if realizing that his words might cause ambiguity, and added a sentence.

"I'll take you to fly."

"Being cared for, passive value, +1."

……

"Boom."

The White Skull shattered Zhang Duoyu's wreckage with one finger.

Under the white flames, no one has the power to resist.

Even if the other party wants to blew himself up in the end...

But self-destruct, who hasn't tried it?

It is the white skull god, the most proud thing in his life is not the white flame that he doesn't like to use at all, but the body of the throne!