Beneath Teng Yunshen's skin, the glowing mist revealed an unrealistic luster. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info magic coins provide him with long-lost energy. The phantom of time danced before his eyes. The light elf caressed his toes, which had not forgotten the heavy burden. Countless voices, whispering silences, inspired him to the unknown experience.

The witch reminded Teng Yunshen that the magic of SoftBank was fascinating.

It's special - of course, the magic of each metal is special, and there is nothing in a world that wizards take for granted and mere people know nothing about that isn't special - and therefore, it's not so special.

However, Teng Yunshen has not yet become accustomed to the thinking patterns of wizards, and for beginners, the magic hidden in SoftBank is as dangerous as drugs.

It does not make a wizard indestructible, nor does it make a wizard powerful. The impact it has had is not a similar change. It's not almost superficial magic. It is perhaps the closest thing to doing whatever you want in all sorts of strange magic.

The magic contained in bronze allows wizards to see history, and the magic contained in Softsilver allows wizards to erase the traces left by history. If a wizard has mastered the magic of SoftBank, it means that he can reshape the history of things.

However, at this moment, Teng Yunshen was only thinking about killing the demon spirit. Wondrous magic was just a practical tool for him. He didn't see it as a badge to show off his power.

Teng Yun approached the demon spirit.

Time and space are two sides of the same coin, and they are inside and outside each other. The sun rises and the moon sets, people come and go, and the movement of time is presented in such a subtle form. And subtly, people accepted this form of expression.

Now, with the support of SoftBank's magic, Teng Yunshen has been able to witness the changes of time with his own eyes. It rattles like snowflakes falling from a branch, within reach.

He walked towards the rattling tide of time.

The demon spirit absorbs the hatred that is unforgettable.

His structure was very different from anything known, and even from the demon spirit that died at the hands of Teng Yunshen. It's like a crazy artist's work with bizarre elements, and just one look at it makes people dizzy.

Teng Yunshen contributed to the demon spirit's incompatibility.

Every moment, people are driven by emotions, it affects people's lives, and people are inseparable from it. It was born before history was recorded, and it will continue after history is lost. However, it is so familiar to people, but it is full of mysteries. Sometimes it's hidden, and other times, it's unrecognizable.

It is somewhere between the visible and the invisible, and the demons are erasing the line between the visible and the invisible.

Teng Yunshen saw the dazzling firelight.

It's not a fire huddled in a fireplace, it's not a fire running around the hills, it's not the kind of fire that you take for granted. It was terrifying. It burns in a room where you can't see your fingers. It lit up one book after another, it lit up one piece of clothing, and it lit up all the things that shouldn't be lit. It blooms in the depths of tenderness, but with hysterical enthusiasm. It is the fire of revenge in the heart of the girl.

The shadow of the demon spirit danced wildly, like a moth that pounced on the lamplight.

Hatred is the nourishment that demons crave.

No matter where hatred comes from, it is always a negative emotion. Pain goes hand in hand. Hatred is a very dangerous fire that destroys more than just external things. At the end of hatred, there are often only insignificant ashes. Hatred will eventually destroy itself.

Destruction is the instinct of the demon spirit, and therefore, the demon spirit is not afraid of the destructive nature of hatred.

Perhaps, hatred is not new to him. It's just that pure hatred is rare. It was a power, a power that he longed for in isolation.

Hatred gave a moment of focus to the hasty spirit—only for a moment, not helping him to regain his senses, but still precious.

Teng Yunshen pushed the image of the raging fire to the demon spirit. The other party noticed him. The demon spirit turned to Teng Yunshen. The churning sea of fire quickly engulfed his figure. Immediately after, he pounced on Teng Yunshen with great momentum.

Bang bang bang. The demon spreads its wings. Bang bang bang. He flew.

Teng Yunshen put a pair of moth wings on the demon spirit that was fighting the fire. They're scary-pretty. And beautiful things are often fleeting. The demon spirit could not distinguish this attribute, and he incorporated vulnerability into his construction.

The fire that scurried high caught up with the demon spirit.

Teng Yun picked up his glittering arm. The demon hesitated. Bang! Teng Yunshen seized the opportunity and knocked him to the ground. The demon spirit fell into the sea of fire. His newborn wings were shattered by the combined effects of heat and crushing.

The fragile image gradually took shape in Teng Yunshen's mind. He heard a sharp voice, and he saw a splash of color. A vase shattered into thousands of pieces over and over again in his mind.

The fire roasted the stiff demon spirit, squeezing the moisture out of his body. He seems to have become porcelain in a kiln. He's becoming ...... Explicit.

Teng Yunshen recalled the touch of the porcelain, and then tore it off the demon spirit's body. The fragile parts were still brand new, and through the magic from SoftBank, Teng Yunshen easily found them and took them away.

The demon was furious.

His humanity no longer exists, and obtaining the raw materials needed for evolution in the act of devouring everything is the meaning of what he is trying to survive for - and Teng Yunshen actually took away his raw materials!

It was more unbearable than any injury.

The demon flicked its wildly outstretched arms, sending his enraged foes flying in an instant. Teng Yunshen, who had extracted the alloy energy, was not light, but it still floated into the air like an empty plastic bag.

Maggie quickly threw the gravity line.

She applied a dragging force to Teng Yunshen's weight. Teng Yunshen was heavier than her, just as she expected, she was dragged by the other party's weight instead.

Maggie bumped into Teng Yunshen, and the two of them danced in circles, as embarrassed as if they had fallen into a drum washing machine running at full speed.

The demon spirit couldn't wait to grab the debris all over the ground.

"Well done...... Maggie smiled, "I see." ”

She slapped Teng Yunshen's pitted chest hard. The heat poured into Teng Yun's deeply numb body. The gravity that had suddenly disappeared came into play again, and the two men fell from mid-air, nearly hitting the demon spirit that had become fragile again.