The demonic sound filled his body, Luo Xian laughed wildly, and the demonic sounds struck Wang Meng one after another. Wang Meng's consciousness was like a sea-fixing needle, and he looked at Luo Xian indifferently.

Luo Xian smiled and fell silent. This magic sound can make cultivators of more than forty levels go crazy. How could it be possible?

Wang Meng suddenly thought of the small flame, fearing that it would not be able to bear it, but the small flame in the distance was licking his fingers, looking longingly at the enchanting ghost pot raging in the air.

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I jumped into the air and rushed towards the ghost pot. Immediately, many ghosts rushed out and rushed towards the small flame, but when it touched the small flame, it turned into a flame with a miserable cry.

The purest essence of the five elements of fire, this is the consciousness of fire, burning all evil.

The little flame had already rushed towards the ghost pot, and then just broke it... and ate it.

Wang Meng wanted to stop it but it was too late. This prodigal son, this thing would definitely be worth a lot of money if sold. It wouldn't be a bad idea to eat it with spiritual stones, but he actually ate it like this!

Xiao Huo Miao seems to be really hungry. Normally it only absorbs energy. After eating the bench, it seems to be less picky about real things.

Then the ghost pot was completely eaten, and the dark sky became clear again.

Luo Xian was dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost, "You... who the hell are you!"

"The Templar King is fierce!"

Wang Meng smiled. Luo Xian's level was a good benchmark. It would be better if he was a sword cultivator. He was a bit worse as a talisman cultivator.

"I……"

bass……

Luo Xian's mouth is quick, but Wang Meng's sword is faster.

"Admit...defeat"

Luo Xian's head flew into the air, following Luo Yu's footsteps.
Chapter completed!