"Snapped!"

The essence and blood in his palm had fallen into the void, spread out under his feet, and turned into a strange magic circle.

Immediately, he bit his fingertip again, a little bit in the center of the formation.

"Haha...curse! Complete!"

At that moment, Holy Lord Huolin's pupils trembled slightly, as if some kind of power had entered his body, but upon closer inspection, he couldn't detect anything strange.

But his intuition told him that Wang Daoyi must have done something.

He frowned and hummed softly.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The next moment, he raised his hand fiercely.

"call!"

Facing the three flames that suddenly attacked, Wang Daoyi still chose not to dodge or dodge, but stood in the center of the altar made of blood, with his sword pointed on his chest, his eyes slightly closed, and murmuring something.

"boom!"

Flames erupt.

"ah!"

The screams came!

This time, two voices overlapped.

"..."

The flames dissipated instantly.

I saw that in the center of the altar, Wang Daoyi had been burned beyond recognition. In serious places, the bones were even visible.

However, there was still a smile on his dilapidated face: "Hahaha... Hahaha! Why did you close the flame? Just like before, burn me to ashes!"

"..."

On the other side, Holy Lord Huolin was looking at his burned hands in disbelief. Heart-wrenching pain came from him, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

It turns out that the other scream just now was actually made by Holy Lord Huolin!

The places all over his body that were burned by the flames were exactly the same as that of King Dao!

Fortunately, his reaction was quick enough, and he withdrew the fire spell the moment he felt the pain.

Otherwise, he would have been burned to ashes by his own magical power!
Chapter completed!