boom!

White flames flew out and directly burned the head that showed joy in the image.

Upon hearing these words, the sad head suddenly squeezed out a trace of anger.

Zhang Fei

Pude Faxiang continued to fly away, trying his best to escape Song Yin in the air, and kept dodging the white flames that Song Yin blasted from time to time.

Wang Qi was rolling on the ground being burned by the golden flames. When he heard the sound, he subconsciously raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and said in a tone, "Ah?"

Immediately afterwards, his three arms fell off.

It's just that the golden light still couldn't get close to Song Yin's body, but because of the short spell, Song Yin got closer.

The moment it was wrapped in white flames, the body of the dharma image fell directly, and its shadow almost covered half of the backyard. However, before the dharma image completely fell to the ground, the whole body disappeared, scattered into white flames, and exploded like fireworks.

In the midst of the white flames, Song Yin's figure fell, his footsteps hitting the ground. He waved his big sleeves, and the white flames fell to the ground like rain, making him look like a banished immortal.

"It is not a pity to die for evil demons and heretics."

Song Yin snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!