Slimy, slimy.

Yellow sand, glass, flames, phantoms.

Kazama raised his feathers, and he couldn't tell where the sky was and where the earth was, where the people were and where the shadows were.

Above his head was a long yellow dust like dawn.

Beneath his feet was the magma-like glass lake.

And beside him, there are flames, and phantoms.

Dozens of pillar shadows, accompanied by raging flames, flashed rapidly, like ghosts, flying vertically and horizontally.

It's like, all of a sudden, there were extra copies, and the pillars of fire, which had only one pillar, suddenly turned into two, and then quickly became four, eight, and sixteen.

Finally, at a glance, the towering stone pillars and brilliant flames are all over the place.

Accompanied by a terrible roar, it came from all directions.

The huge "dragon of candles" is no longer made of yellow sand.

The transparent body, under the illumination of the flames, is like thousands of brilliance flowing, churning rapidly, stirring up a storm of waves in the hot glazed lake, which can block the overwhelming pillar shadow.

Then, with a flick of his body, he slammed into a void.

"Bump!"

With a crisp impact, dozens of pillar shadows suddenly retracted, revealing a vague figure.

"Hey, hey! I didn't expect to see my real body in this situation, it's interesting! ”

The sound of joyful laughter slowly spread.

Like, that petite figure.

For a time, the flames were rushing and roaring,

Countless pillar shadows, as if they had always existed there, struck again with a terrifying wind pressure.

Kazama gritted his teeth fiercely, regaining control of the glass dragon and flipping, but the sweat on his forehead became more fine.

Compared with the solid yellow sand at the beginning, it is obviously much more difficult to use this liquid glass condensate, not only every face, but even every molecule, which needs to be controlled by precise mental power. One mistake, the glass dragon, will collapse.

It was at this moment that Kazama realized how powerful the power of mind and control it would take to condense a huge water gun with a diameter of hundreds of degrees like that of the day in Xianchuan. For many people, that level is probably difficult to achieve for the rest of their lives......

Kazama Yangyu sighed like this, and there was a cold chill behind him, and a pillar of fire, I don't know when, had swept overhead.

The hideous dragon's head slammed into the shadows of the pillar.

However, the neck, without any suspense, was smashed hard. Slimy, slimy.

Yellow sand, glass, flames, phantoms.

Kazama raised his feathers, and he couldn't tell where the sky was and where the earth was, where the people were and where the shadows were.

Above his head was a long yellow dust like dawn.

Beneath his feet was the magma-like glass lake.

And beside him, there are flames, and phantoms.

Dozens of pillar shadows, accompanied by raging flames, flashed rapidly, like ghosts, flying vertically and horizontally.

It's like, all of a sudden, there were extra copies, and the pillars of fire, which had only one pillar, suddenly turned into two, and then quickly became four, eight, and sixteen.

Finally, at a glance, the towering stone pillars and brilliant flames are all over the place.

Accompanied by a terrible roar, it came from all directions.

The huge "dragon of candles" is no longer made of yellow sand.

The transparent body, under the illumination of the flames, is like thousands of brilliance flowing, churning rapidly, stirring up a storm of waves in the hot glazed lake, which can block the overwhelming pillar shadow.

Then, with a flick of his body, he slammed into a void.

"Bump!"

With a crisp impact, dozens of pillar shadows suddenly retracted, revealing a vague figure.

"Hey, hey! I didn't expect to see my real body in this situation, it's interesting! ”

The sound of joyful laughter slowly spread.

Like, that petite figure.

For a time, the flames were rushing and roaring,

Countless pillar shadows, as if they had always existed there, struck again with a terrifying wind pressure.

Kazama gritted his teeth fiercely, regaining control of the glass dragon and flipping, but the sweat on his forehead became more fine.

Compared with the solid yellow sand at the beginning, it is obviously much more difficult to use this liquid glass condensate, not only every face, but even every molecule, which needs to be controlled by precise mental power. One mistake, the glass dragon, will collapse.

It was at this moment that Kazama realized how powerful the power of mind and control it would take to condense a huge water gun with a diameter of hundreds of degrees like that of the day in Xianchuan. For many people, that level is probably difficult to achieve for the rest of their lives......

Kazama Yangyu sighed like this, and there was a cold chill behind him, and a pillar of fire, I don't know when, had swept overhead.

The hideous dragon's head slammed into the shadows of the pillar.

However, the neck, without any suspense, was smashed hard. Slimy, slimy.

Yellow sand, glass, flames, phantoms.

Kazama raised his feathers, and he couldn't tell where the sky was and where the earth was, where the people were and where the shadows were.

Above his head was a long yellow dust like dawn.

Beneath his feet was the magma-like glass lake.

And beside him, there are flames, and phantoms.

Dozens of pillar shadows, accompanied by raging flames, flashed rapidly, like ghosts, flying vertically and horizontally.

It's like, all of a sudden, there were extra copies, and the pillars of fire, which had only one pillar, suddenly turned into two, and then quickly became four, eight, and sixteen.

Finally, at a glance, the towering stone pillars and brilliant flames are all over the place.

Accompanied by a terrible roar, it came from all directions.

The huge "dragon of candles" is no longer made of yellow sand.

The transparent body, under the illumination of the flames, is like thousands of brilliance flowing, churning rapidly, stirring up a storm of waves in the hot glazed lake, which can block the overwhelming pillar shadow.

Then, with a flick of his body, he slammed into a void.

"Bump!"

With a crisp impact, dozens of pillar shadows suddenly retracted, revealing a vague figure.

"Hey, hey! I didn't expect to see my real body in this situation, it's interesting! ”

The sound of joyful laughter slowly spread.

Like, that petite figure.

For a time, the flames were rushing and roaring,

Countless pillar shadows, as if they had always existed there, struck again with a terrifying wind pressure.

Kazama gritted his teeth fiercely, regaining control of the glass dragon and flipping, but the sweat on his forehead became more fine.

Compared with the solid yellow sand at the beginning, it is obviously much more difficult to use this liquid glass condensate, not only every face, but even every molecule, which needs to be controlled by precise mental power. One mistake, the glass dragon, will collapse.

It was at this moment that Kazama realized how powerful the power of mind and control it would take to condense a huge water gun with a diameter of hundreds of degrees like that of the day in Xianchuan. For many people, that level is probably difficult to achieve for the rest of their lives......

Kazama Yangyu sighed like this, and there was a cold chill behind him, and a pillar of fire, I don't know when, had swept overhead.

The hideous dragon's head slammed into the shadows of the pillar.

However, the neck, without any suspense, was smashed hard. Slimy, slimy.

Yellow sand, glass, flames, phantoms.

Kazama raised his feathers, and he couldn't tell where the sky was and where the earth was, where the people were and where the shadows were.

Above his head was a long yellow dust like dawn.

Beneath his feet was the magma-like glass lake.

And beside him, there are flames, and phantoms.

Dozens of pillar shadows, accompanied by raging flames, flashed rapidly, like ghosts, flying vertically and horizontally.

It's like, all of a sudden, there were extra copies, and the pillars of fire, which had only one pillar, suddenly turned into two, and then quickly became four, eight, and sixteen.

Finally, at a glance, the towering stone pillars and brilliant flames are all over the place.

Accompanied by a terrible roar, it came from all directions.

The huge "dragon of candles" is no longer made of yellow sand.

The transparent body, under the illumination of the flames, is like thousands of brilliance flowing, churning rapidly, stirring up a storm of waves in the hot glazed lake, which can block the overwhelming pillar shadow.

Then, with a flick of his body, he slammed into a void.

"Bump!"

With a crisp impact, dozens of pillar shadows suddenly retracted, revealing a vague figure.

"Hey, hey! I didn't expect to see my real body in this situation, it's interesting! ”

The sound of joyful laughter slowly spread.

Like, that petite figure.

For a time, the flames were rushing and roaring,

Countless pillar shadows, as if they had always existed there, struck again with a terrifying wind pressure.

Kazama gritted his teeth fiercely, regaining control of the glass dragon and flipping, but the sweat on his forehead became more fine.

Compared with the solid yellow sand at the beginning, it is obviously much more difficult to use this liquid glass condensate, not only every face, but even every molecule, which needs to be controlled by precise mental power. One mistake, the glass dragon, will collapse.

It was at this moment that Kazama realized how powerful the power of mind and control it would take to condense a huge water gun with a diameter of hundreds of degrees like that of the day in Xianchuan. For many people, that level is probably difficult to achieve for the rest of their lives......

Kazama Yangyu sighed like this, and there was a cold chill behind him, and a pillar of fire, I don't know when, had swept overhead.

The hideous dragon's head slammed into the shadows of the pillar.

However, the neck, without any suspense, was smashed hard. Slimy, slimy.

Yellow sand, glass, flames, phantoms.

Kazama raised his feathers, and he couldn't tell where the sky was and where the earth was, where the people were and where the shadows were.

Above his head was a long yellow dust like dawn.

Beneath his feet was the magma-like glass lake.

And beside him, there are flames, and phantoms.

Dozens of pillar shadows, accompanied by raging flames, flashed rapidly, like ghosts, flying vertically and horizontally.

It's like, all of a sudden, there were extra copies, and the pillars of fire, which had only one pillar, suddenly turned into two, and then quickly became four, eight, and sixteen.

Finally, at a glance, the towering stone pillars and brilliant flames are all over the place.

Accompanied by a terrible roar, it came from all directions.

The huge "dragon of candles" is no longer made of yellow sand.

The transparent body, under the illumination of the flames, is like thousands of brilliance flowing, churning rapidly, stirring up a storm of waves in the hot glazed lake, which can block the overwhelming pillar shadow.