Soon, the black flames came to us, only a few feet apart.

Lin Xiaoyao could see clearly and then took a step forward calmly. With his movements, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The black flames suddenly fell into the space. After a pause, they turned and roared at the ancient demons around them.

"not good!"

The old man in black robe looked like earth.

But he was not panicked. After all, he had two experiences not long ago, and he still had some expectations for this situation.

Although depressed, I was not caught off guard.

He quickly danced with his hands and tried out one magic trick after another, hoping to stop the demon fires so as not to accidentally hurt the ancient demon who was watching the fun.

Don't get me wrong. He is not rude, but is afraid that it will arouse public anger.

However, the next moment, the expression on the old man with black cannon quickly stiffened.

The reason is nothing else. Those demon fires are not in control at all. The spiritual connection between them and the flames was cut off at some point.

Unconsciously, he was completely out of his control.

"this……"

The old man in black robe couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

It was obviously a trick that I used by myself, so how could it be completely out of control?

He couldn't figure it out.

However, before the old monster could think clearly, the black flame suddenly spread out to the surroundings with a "huh".

It was like eyes were growing, and it roared at the ancient demons watching the fun.

The old man's face turned pale after a moment.

He was not a fool, and he knew clearly when he saw this scene that the flame must have fallen into the control of the Demon Lord Feiye, and the other party did this to make himself the target of public criticism.

What a cunning plan!

But even though he saw through Lin Xiaoyao's plan, he was helpless in the face of this situation.

I could only watch the dense magic fire falling to the ground like a meteor, quickly falling into the gathering crowd.

"ah!"

Screams came one after another.

At this moment, all the guys in the Golden Immortal Stage were in trouble.

It would be fine if it was not affected.

Everyone who was hit by the fireball was either dead or injured, and they were wailing one by one, and their expressions looked at the old man in black robe were full of resentment.

This is also human nature. This matter has nothing to do with them at first, and standing next to you is just watching the fun.

As a result, he was inexplicably involved and was seriously injured. Who can be without resentment when encountering this situation?
Chapter completed!