The flames in the cave suddenly dissipated, and then disappeared as well as the more than ten spiritual followers who were originally receiving their own baptism on the more than ten spiritual washing cyclones, as for the psychics in the flame circle, they were all in a state of fainting under the dual effect of the continuous high temperature and the cold brought by the collapse of the bridge connecting the 'human spirit', and it was difficult to wake up in a short time.

But there was only one figure, with a faint smile, and did not look back at the psychics who fainted on the ground, and a faint whisper came from his mouth, "The next target, just jump directly to that guy, 'that adult' has mentioned, the legendary humanoid spirit from ......"

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"I don't know if everything can go well, that guy with Silver Marks is an almost unheard of humanoid spirit slave, and the spirit wash is aimed at ordinary spirit slaves, maybe it won't take effect on him or not, if it's more severe, there may be some unknown insanity." Filia let out a slight sigh, even though she had never been at odds with Silvermark on the surface, she still wanted the other party to be as good as possible in this fateful situation.

Cora smiled and comforted, "It's useless to worry about this kind of thing, it will make your mood worse, but I believe that with your prayers, little Felia, that guy will be fine!" Her smile is always so timely and contagious.

But Filia didn't buy it, squinting at her, "Let's not talk about me first, but why didn't you let that little flying squirrel be baptized as soon as possible." ”

Cora played with a few strands of hair and swallowed her tender little tongue cutely, "With this little guy's physique, it's really hard for people to make up their minds to let go." She watched the little guy on her shoulder scurry around again, suddenly reached out and grabbed it, held it in the palm of her hand, and gently flicked the latter's little head with her slender fingers, "Hehe, tell you to mess around." ”

The little flying squirrel couldn't help but express his way of protesting in a circle, but Cora had the words 'protest invalid' written on her face, and the little flying squirrel who seemed to be able to read her mind was very angry, and weakly opened her little paws, and even Filia couldn't help but laugh when she saw it.

But suddenly, the flying squirrel stopped all dancing, its agile eyes became round, and it suddenly stood up on the palm of Kora's hand, and its claws made some kind of special 'claw gesture' that ordinary people could not understand.

The smile on Cora's face also suddenly stopped, her eyes showed a rare anxiety, and the hurried voice also had a trill, "Listen to me, something very dangerous is approaching here, hurry up and take your respective spirits to escape from here, even if forcibly suspending the soul washing may bring some bad effects to the spirit slave afterwards, but it's too late......"

"Cora, what's wrong?" Filia was also a little frightened by Cora's sudden abnormal behavior, could it be related to that incident? Filia bore the brunt of the vicious incident that shocked the imperial capital.

"Don't be stupid, do you think we're going to believe your boring words?" As Filia hesitated, some of them sneered, and more watched coldly, obviously they could not have listened to Cora's sudden utterance, full of absurdity.

Cora's face was full of imminent crisis, and she blurted out, "Filia believes me, there are some things that I don't have time to explain. Then she looked at the others and said in a sincere voice, "Please believe me!" ”

Filia nodded, in her world, Cora was obviously not the kind of person who spoke openly and casually said alarmist words, she immediately planned to step forward to stop the washing of the silver trace, although she was sorry, but she had no choice but to wait for the next time.

But just as she was about to get closer, the spark suddenly jumped out, and then turned into a raging tongue of fire in an instant, spreading to the surroundings, the air suddenly became extremely viscous, and the scorching fireworks continued to surge towards the inner circle, as if it could sputter out at any time and swallow people.

The scene that happened in the previous cave was repeated here at this moment, and the subjects were replaced by a group of fledgling female psychicists, who were more vulnerable in the face of sudden disasters, with sharp cries for help one after another, and some people trying to break through the encirclement of flames in order to escape.

As the owner of the psychic color, the biggest disadvantage is that before becoming a 'whale', in addition to physical fitness, there is almost no growth and improvement in itself, and the spirit is their biggest dependence, but now the spirit is completely separated from them, and the only thing they can rely on is each other.

And at this critical moment, they were in a mess, and no rational person stood up to give an orderly command. Looking at the crowd crying and shouting, the anger in Filia's heart, who kept raising her eyebrows and gritting her teeth, had reached the critical point of outburst, and finally she couldn't help but roar angrily, "Are you guys only crying about this?" Can a single head hang down can solve the problem? ”

"Would you like to keep your eyes open and take a closer look at the current situation? Don't you see that those seemingly ferocious flames are not actually approaching us any further? Filia kept a straight face and continued in a tone of lesson, "That guy called 'Spirit Thief' didn't plan to do anything to us students at all, his goal is the Spirit, please trouble you people who nominally bear the title of 'Psychic', and think a little about your own Spirits, okay?" ”

"Their situation is very dangerous!"

Throwing out a large sentence in one breath, a little lacking in breath, Filia calmed her excitement with a deep breath, and her words seemed to have a significant effect at the moment.

This can be seen in the creeps that have faded away, and if you look closely, you will see that the people seem to have heard some 'wise proverbs' at this moment, staring blankly at Filia, and then recalling the reminder that Cora had sent before and their own reactions.

At this moment, they all hated their selfishness from the bottom of their hearts, and any action they made was entirely for their own considerations, before Korra's heartfelt advice that they didn't care, and even thought that it was a hurtful thing that the other party deliberately fabricated.

That Yuke. Philia is right, do they deserve the title of psychic?

In any case, the children of commoners cannot lose to the nobility in any way! Be sure to cheer her up!

Looking at their eyes that lit up again and their obviously changed mental state, Filia couldn't help but show a faint smile, and then she raised her fist and shouted, "Okay, then let's rely on our own strength to conquer all difficulties!" ”

"No problem——!!"

Cora was a little surprised by Philia's calmness and leadership temperament at the critical moment, but she nodded at the first time: "Filia, Chroma has the ability to lower the temperature of the surrounding environment, but it will take some time, and then let's think about countermeasures." ”

'Kemonla' naturally refers to Kora's little flying squirrel Lingcong, and the reason for the name is: Kora's Lingcong who also dreamed of getting.

When everyone outside planned to unite to tide over the difficulties together, in the Demon King World, the negotiations between Silver Mark and the Ten Thousand Demon King were still as cold as before, and the Ten Thousand Demon King tried his best to make Silver Trace's original intention loosen.

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, you can't talk about it at all, talking to you stinky boy is really playing the piano to the cow, why are you so stubborn?" The words spoken by the Ten Thousand Demon King inexplicably made Silver Mark feel grounded.

But even so, Silver Marks still only replied with a cold 'hehe'.

The Ten Thousand Demon King looked angry, and his dignified generation of demon kings from ancient times to the present, except for that damn Apocalypse Hall, was planted in the hands of the ordinary little ghost head of Silver Trace.

Silver Marks can be said to be the only hope for the recovery of the Ten Thousand Demon King, although as time goes by, the other party continues to rely on his own strength at the same time, but also gradually falls into himself, he can finally completely occupy his body and control his will, but this makes him extremely painful.

The Ten Thousand Demon King pondered in his heart for a moment, and just thought of a new round of rhetoric to convince the stubborn Silver Trace, but his expression suddenly changed subtly, it seemed that some unreasonable guy was planning to come to this boring place as a guest?

It's really rare...... This kind of guy who doesn't know whether to live or die.