The Cold Flame Dragon can attack freely, but Shui Lang can't do it, he can't attack his own body, and he can't even look at it, and he has a deep fear in his heart, he is afraid that he will really be replaced......

In addition to beating himself, the Cold Flame Dragon also hit Shui Lang, without the slightest fear in his eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The false self derived from the heart collapsed in front of the Cold Flame Dragon and turned into smoke and dust.

"Shuilang, if we can't overcome this obstacle, we won't be able to save Luoyue." Cold Flame Dragon said.

This sentence brought the lost Shui Lang back to his senses, he slowly raised his head, and the fake self born from his heart, with the encouragement of Shui Lang's eyes, hit it hard, only to see that the fake me turned into a tomb firefly and flew away......

The Cold Flame Dragon can't beat Shui Lang's fake self back to the prototype, only if he passes his own level, can he really surpass, Shui Lang this time, surpassed.

"You're doing a good job, Shui Lang......" Cold Flame Dragon patted him on the shoulder, and the two of them left together as a fake self.

"How did you do that?" Mizuro asked.

"Don't forget that there is a cold word in my name, I am indifferent by nature, and I am a little self-assured, which is the so-called high coldness, so how can I tolerate the existence of another me, I must be unique, therefore, I will play one by one, and I will play one by one!" The Cold Flame Dragon smiled and interpreted. In fact, Shui Lang knew that it was a kind of bravery, a kind of fearlessness, and he was very happy that he was able to break through this hurdle just now.

It's been unimaginable, and even when I made a shot, I felt pain, because I knew myself, but I had to have only one self to live.

"You're doing a good job too, let's keep walking." Cold Flame Dragon said.

The two continued to move forward, observing the surroundings from time to time, and suddenly, Shui Lang grabbed the Cold Flame Dragon, he felt that something was wrong under his feet, there was definitely something flowing from under his feet, although Shui Lang was extremely sensitive to things with high moisture content.

The Cold Flame Dragon wanted to lift his steps, but suddenly found that he couldn't lift it, and then, yellow quicksand spread out from the ground, and each grain of sand was filled with crystal clear droplets, and they gushed out, from heels to ankles, to calves, thighs, and waists, and continued to spread upwards at an extremely fast speed, and there was not even much time left for them to think......

It's too late to think about what is going on, the important thing is to quickly find a way to deal with it, the Cold Flame Dragon burns its whole body with the cold flame fire, these sands rustle, and the moisture in it quickly comes out, extinguishes the cold flame, and then continues to surge......

Thinking of this, Shui Lang's ten fingers at the same time from the fingers, the tip of the ten pillars of the fountain, puff upward, shot fiercely at the surrounding sand, shattered their water droplets, and the sand gradually fell......

However, after a while, the fallen sand regrouped into larger droplets and grains of sand, and they were no longer afraid of the small column. Suzulang's whole arm waved, stirring the water, forming a huge whirlpool, trying to contain them all, but the natural rebellious spirit of these grains of sand made them changeable and confrontational......

Shui Lang harnessed the power of water in countless ways, but in the end, he didn't let the sand completely leave his and Cold Flame Dragon's bodies, and they continued to give up, one after the other, as if they had recognized these two people.

Did you just die in the sand? No, it's never my fate, by no means. Mizuro muttered.