The furious dragon, with the power of thunder, wants to completely devour Thirteen Lang. The proud flesh was as weak as a foal at the feet of a giant, its skin was chapped and its flesh boiled, and the hands that were in direct contact with the ball of flesh turned into dry bones in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Biluo yelled, "Open your heart and let me control my body!"

"No, let me try first. ”

Without even thinking about it, Thirteen Lang rejected Biraku's proposal, or rather the instinctive reaction after being frightened, and his voice still seemed calm, but it became hoarse and difficult because of the unbearable pain.

He even worried that Biluo might be too careful, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I don't doubt you, when I can't hold on, I will naturally ask you for help." ”

At this moment, the swept fire dragon had passed from his palm through his wrist, and was about to reach the elbow, and where it passed, the skin and flesh were lifted like burnt oil, and before they flowed, they were steamed dry, revealing two arm bones. His face twitched with pain, his body trembled like a convulsion, he kept sweating but couldn't get out, and he was dried before he could leave his body.

"You ......"

Biluo was very anxious, but finally sighed and said, "Be careful." ”

"I know, I understand. Thirteen Lang replied seriously.

There are voices, indicating that Biluo's judgment has been greatly deviated, and this broken head not only has a four-legged soul inside, but is also unimaginably strong.

However, from the perspective of Thirteen Lang, it is very easy to have another thought at this time, that is: is it possible for Biluo to join forces with Four-legged to plot against him, a "gifted" little monk.

This is a yang scheme, a four-legged yang scheme!

In the case that there is no room for thinking, no matter who changes the position of Thirteen Lang. At this time, the biggest possibility is two options, one is to quickly withdraw and evacuate, regardless of whether Biluo is trustworthy or not, no matter what happens here. Then it is to break the jar and hand over the body to Biluo, and then, of course, it is left to fate, and everything is left to God to decide.

Thirteen Lang is none other than him. He didn't choose either.

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The fire snakes spat out letters and climbed up along Thirteen Lang's arms, and the two white bones looked whiter and more miserable against the firelight. His body automatically reacted, and the silver-gray vortex in his body whirled and rotated, and the illusory fire ball next to him danced with it, turning into wisps of red thread from the dantian to his arm, competing with the poisonous fire that pounced on him.

Well, the word contention is very appropriate, and the thirteen Lang at this time does not have the ability to swallow the four-legged poisonous fire like devouring the red lotus karmic fire. Even if he can, he doesn't have that belly.

He can only rely on his many creations in the flames, with a strong body as the base, and compete with the other party for territory.

It seems that this kind of behavior is extremely stupid, it is impossible for him to fight for the four legs, no, it should be said that he is not even qualified to be an opponent; Rather, it is a Dao Source Array that removes the interference of fire bats and restores most of the power of suppression. Compared to that kind of liliang, Jusan Lang's side is like a rabbit standing next to an elephant. It's almost negligible.

Besides, even if Jusanro can win, what can he win?

The arm was his, and it didn't mean anything to take it back, and it would take a lot of energy to heal the injuries and recast the body. Whether it's to avoid pain or to recover in time. The sooner the better.

It needs to be mentioned that under the scorching of the poisonous fire, the performance of Thirteen Lang, or rather his ability, has been extraordinary, as long as the bones are not burned, with his strong recovery ability. It can still be restored to its original state.

In other words, if he doesn't trust Biluo, he should evacuate in time at this time, and if he does, he should let the fire spirit personally handle it and fight with the four legs.

Adults can kill people or even wolves with a knife, and children can only hurt themselves with a pig-killing knife.

But he still fought, fought bitterly, fought fiercely, and fought thoroughly.

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"Bang!"

The double armor shattered, and Thirteen Lang's body was naked in the air, red like fire. In order to help Biluo win the spirit, Thirteen Lang made enough preparations, and he wore two layers of spiritual armor alone. At this moment, just under the roast of the flames, before they came into direct contact, the two layers of armor were reduced to fragments, and the skin seemed to flow on the body like a candle about to be burned.

The mana in the body was running wildly, and wisps of red light rushed down the dantian to the chest, rushed into the arm, and rushed to the forefront of the battlefield.

The collision of fire and wind, the impact of fire and thunder, and the devouring and blending between fire and fire are all going on, and what Thirteen Lang has endured is comparable to Ling Chi.

The mana surged out of the body like a flood, and all the internal organs seemed to be pierced by the tongs and put on the shelves to bake and even burn. It was in this situation that the fiery serpent swept slowly but resolutely and began to reach its elbows and move closer to its shoulders.

He didn't give up, his bare face was bleeding constantly, and ten fingers were clasped on the skull like roots, and he refused to let go of his death.

"Quack!"

An anxious call came into his mind, and Thirteen Lang's expression changed slightly, thinking to himself what kind of mess this little thing was making, don't just come out.

Not only was she fat, but even the dumb aunt who blended into the shadow was put away by Thirteen Lang, and in the face of an existence comparable to a true spirit, he knew what risk he was taking, and he didn't dare to be negligent at all.

Parting a trace of his mind to appease the Tianxin Toad, Thirteen Lang looked at the ten finger bones that were softening in the poisonous fire, and roared in a deep voice.

"Suck the spirit, turn the demon!"

The right hand sucks the spirit, the left palm turns into a demon, these two supernatural powers that are not supernatural powers have repeatedly helped him get through difficulties, and when the poisonous fire is about to reach his shoulder, Thirteen Lang changed his method of fighting against it and began to suck violently!

"Whew!", like the sound of a red-hot charcoal being thrown into the water, the head of the fire snake trembled slightly, as if it had discovered something incredible, and suddenly retracted.

Can't retract it!

At such a big price, Thirteen Lang's two arms were almost completely useless, how could he let it leave. He clasped his fingers tighter, and the mana in his body had never been used to the extreme, and his flesh-and-blood arm seemed to turn into a huge mouth, greedily devouring and absorbing.

The head of the fiery serpent was dragged into the flesh of its shoulder, but instead of being burned and destroyed like it had just been, it was wrapped in more red and silver ash, and then it was refined and fused together at an extremely fast speed.

"Roar!"

A tyrannical roar came into his mind, and Thirteen Lang was shocked, but his teeth were clenched even tighter!

He knew that he had guessed part of the truth, and without the slightest hesitation and conservatism, he intensified his devouring of the poisonous fire.

The poisonous fire couldn't pull out of its body, so it simply fought back again with rage, colliding with the flames that had become more powerful after blending, and once again started a fight.

"If you want to swallow, the deity will let you swallow enough!" The voice roared in Thirteen Lang's head.

"I will. Thirteen Lang replied lightly.

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...... (To be continued.) )