Chapter 230 (2/2)

When he saw Xiao Long, there was a flash of confusion in his eyes. Then he rushed out and grabbed a claw at Xiao Long.

”Bald donkey, I haven't seen you for three years. You fight as soon as you meet. You're still the same!”

Xiao Long recalled that when he saw Mo Wen for the first time after he left the seminary, he fought as soon as he met. He couldn't help laughing.

”Devour the border!”

Xiao long played the Dharma formula, and the dark burning in his body surged out and turned into a black sea of fire to surround Mo Wen.

”Ah!”

Mo Wen was infected by the black fire and gave out a painful howl. The body surface erupted into a raging devil Qi and threw it out towards the flame, as if he wanted to disperse the black burning.

However, the more powerful the evil Qi is, the more the sky black inflammation devours, and the more the flame burns.

Even the Oriental plume neon can't kill the burning of swallowing the sky, let alone ask.

As long as these magic Qi are not strong enough to crush the sky swallowing inflammation, otherwise, they will become the fuel of the sky swallowing inflammation.

”Swallow!”

Xiao Long's mind moved. The black fire devouring the border rushed out towards Mo Wen. The fire around Mo Wen was burning more and more. The sky was a sea of black fire.

Under the control of Xiao Long, swallow sky black inflammation mainly devours magic Qi and Zhenyuan.

Gradually, Mo Wen's power became smaller and smaller. The original surging magic Qi contracted slowly, and his eyes changed from madness to blankness.

”Bald donkey, I escaped to the lake of death last time because of your restraint, otherwise I would be miserable if I was intercepted halfway.”

”This time, I'll pay you back.”

Xiao Long whispered, and the flame burst out at a height of ten thousand feet. Don't ask, look up to the sky and scream, and the breath is as listless as water.

At this moment, don't ask that the magic Qi on the body surface has disappeared. Even the demon emperor's armor is burned clean, but the appearance hasn't changed back. It's still a ferocious demon head image.

His eyes changed from madness to confusion. It seemed that he couldn't remember anything.

”Shit! The bald donkey hasn't woken up yet!”

Xiao Long shook his head in silence.

Don't ask, look at him blankly, frown, sometimes squint, sometimes stare, and his expression is unpredictable.

Xiao Long's human body appeared in front of him. With a move, a top-grade spirit stone like a small hillside appeared in mid air.

”Bald donkey, do you want your 100000 best spirit stone?” Xiao Long stared at him with a smile.

Don't ask, the pupil contracted for a moment, as if he wanted to open his hand to get it.

But before he got close, a real yuan rope came out and locked Mo Wen halfway. He couldn't move.

”Ah!” don't ask, looking at the top-grade spirit stone pile in the distance, his hands kept grabbing it over there, as if he wanted to get close, but he couldn't get close.

”Bald donkey, if you don't want it, I'll take it away!”

Xiao Long took back ten thousand of the best spirit stones, and there were ninety thousand left.

”Ah! No!” Mo asked and cried, with humanized flesh pain in his eyes.

”Do you want it? No, I really took it!”

Xiao Long took away ten thousand top-grade spirit stones again.

”Give it to me! It's mine!” Mo asked.