Master Cui glared at the man.

The man lowered his head in fear.

"I don't believe it anymore"

Master Cui made up his mind and used a very labor-consuming and spiritual power.

I saw his hands upwards.

In a moment, the spiritual energy within dozens of miles around us gathered like a river.

A phantom of a white tiger token appeared above his hands.

Someone took a breath: "This is the natal artifact of the Wind God, one of the four ancient gods of wind, thunder, water and fire, and the White Tiger Order."

A surprising sound suddenly sounded around.

"fan"

Master Cui sniffed.

The originally motionless white tiger phantom slammed the shadow.

The black fire below the Lihuo God Furnace became violent and the temperature rose to a terrible level.

Many monks retreated several miles away.

As for Wang Xiaoya, she had been taken by Zhao Li long ago and retreated to a distance.

Only Cao Yi, Master Cui and some monks with higher cultivation were left at the scene.

a long time.

Master Cui removed the White Tiger's phantom and took back the black fire, his face as if it were pig's liver.

He still couldn't do anything about the elixir in the elixir furnace.

"I'm ugly"

Master Cui bowed.
Chapter completed!