Versatile Mage

True Dragon inflammation is dozens of times more powerful than amber, not corrosive liquid, not to mention pure flame, it is the natural destructive talent of True Dragon and the ever-quenching atmosphere of destruction the day after tomorrow!

It's like fire, but it can be frozen a thousand miles, poisonous, and pure!

“Ow!!!!!!! ”

The whole dragon neck, crumbling, burning through, as if to break off.

But the Black Dragon Emperor still sprays its true black dragon flame, and the black ice flame melts everything directly, leaving no ashes!

Sulu felt the anger of an orthodox black dragon under true dragon inflammation.

It was extremely wise to suppress the most powerful power of a true dragon with great care, because now Sulu feels endless fear in the face of true dragon inflammation, which the Black Dragon Emperor would rather die on his own than spit out.

Conquer the Dragons??

When can humans master the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, such as true dragon flame?

……

By the time Sulu suffered the Black Dragon Emperor's Dragon Flame, the whole person had approached a dry body.

He was surrounded by a ray of green light, probably a very top-of-the-line magic apparatus that was constantly supplying him with the water of life.

But the dragon flame is still burning.

True dragon inflammation will hardly dissipate, and the blackdragon emperor's brutal exhalation of dragon inflammation will not extinguish the flame of destruction on his own throat.

Dragon flames are depriving Sulu of his life and, at one point, the Black Dragon Emperor.

Looks like Black Dragon King doesn't want Sulu to live in this world anymore!

Kill Sulu at all costs.

“Ho!!!!!!!! ”

Another sip of true dragon inflammation.

The neck of the Black Dragon Emperor was completely torn open, and those striking cracks overflowed with real dragon inflammation that had not been “fermented”, not to mention toxicity.

Asaria watched the Black Dragon Emperor behave so wildly, her eyes were red.

Black Dragon Emperor is committing suicide.

But the Black Dragon Emperor would never regret being destroyed in dragon flames with Sulu.

“Stop, stop, stop!! ”

“You irremediable dragon!! ”

Su Lu was furious, and his body had just received some life resuscitation, but was immediately burned by True Dragon Flame.

With death approaching, true dragon inflammation is worse than a curse, and the harmful substances that remain in this area are already ravenously eroding the lives of Sulu.

Sulu also wanted to use some of the Famens to delay the battle.

When the black line disappears, he has hope of defeating.

But he had no idea the Black Dragon Emperor would do such a thing.

Rigorous, even if the jade stones burn, the Black Dragon Emperor will never stop.

The third dragon flare broke out, and the entire chess grid had collapsed uncontrollably.

Dragon flames have spread and become a black flaming sea. The power of the Black Dragon Emperor has reached the point where none of the Dark Kings can be completely suppressed...

Su Lu's body, standing in the Black Fire Sea, he cursed and struggled, but gradually he stopped making noises and gradually his body stopped moving.

The green magic apparatus that kept filling his life seemed to have been burned by the dragon flame, and he turned into a corpse charcoal.

He didn't want to fall down and stand there like a pole.

The eyeballs are gone, and the face of the remaining black bone is frightened and angry. More is still unwilling!!

The Black Dragon Emperor's three dragon flames almost pushed his life into the abyss of death.

The dragon inflammation entered its esophagus uncontrollably, began to burn its stomach, began to burn its guts, and the vast body of the mountains began to shake, showing signs of collapse.

Asaria looks at the Black Dragon Emperor.

There are tears all over my eyes, but I can't say a word.

It killed Sulu, but it wasn't far from extinction.

The last black dragon in the world will also disappear.

“Let's go, let's go, no more pain, no more anger, to the legendary tomb of the Ten Thousand Cliffs Dragon, where there are thousands of your people, no more loneliness, no more waiting, can bring you happiness.” Asaria spoke to herself like she was sending the Black Dragon Emperor away.

The Black Dragon Emperor did not make an extra struggle.

It lays on its own dragon flame, letting the dragon flame in its body and the external dragon flame burn itself.

It's like a dragon sleeping in its own lair, quiet without a sound of pain.

Scales all over his body, even his soul is broken. The Black Dragon Emperor is in a black flame. His eyes look at Movan, Asaria, Mulberry, Sharjah...

It seems with a hint of gratitude that they are able to let themselves die in this noble way, rather than as servants of Sulu, an evil dragon with no reason and dignity.

“Hoo-hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo."

The Black Dragon Emperor gradually became a giant dragonbone.

Gradually, the bones of the dragon began to collapse, scattering over the long and indelible land of dragon flames.

The Dark King had left sometime, and he was not particularly satisfied with the result.

But the Dark King kept his word, and at the end of the game the Dark Dragon Emperor destroyed, there was a dark mountain corridor, obviously just follow this dark corridor to get out of this dark position.

Movan held on to the sad Asaria and took Sharjah towards the dark corridor.

Others kept up, and soon the three drowned in the crowd.

Some of these men, the Guards, survived, others were on death row trapped in the Dark Forest, and the Dark King released them.

The dark corridor is a little crowded, and everyone has a face that highlights the joy of the sun.

The battle, too, exhausted Movan.

……

Walking out of the dark corridor, Movan finds himself in the Red Sea.

The sun leapt over the golden hills and the sea breeze blew cool and clean, taking a deep breath, and the dark dust in the heart of the lungs seemed to have been removed at this moment.

“It's been a long journey in the dark.” Movan shouted.

“We did stay a long time.” Sharjah looked in the direction of the sunset and said very seriously.

“I'm just a metaphor.” Movan said.

Some dreams, wake up and feel centuries later.

It shouldn't be long, seven or eight days at most.

“It seems like we did leave for a long time.” Asaria seems to have noticed something.

“A year.”

“Yeah, a year. ”

Both said with great certainty.

But Movan was a fog, and he watched the sunset, and unfortunately the sunset had gone down.

“Don't be ridiculous, we only have a few days. How could it have been a year?” Movan said.

“In dimensional terms, there is also a theory about time series. Since time passes evenly in one position, time is in a fixed position, equal to no change. But we crossed the table, where time was passing at another speed…" said Sharjah.