At this time, Song Xuan had already comprehended the mystery of the art of deformation, but he had not perceived it yet.
The flowing water seeped into every corner of his body and suddenly touched a burning blue flame somewhere. The extreme of the water, the Netherworld Flower, silently blended into the water, as if blue paint had been melted away and were completely combined with him.
In addition, the so-called 'when fire is in the water, Fang Cheng will help each other' was not the only benefit Song Xuan got this time.
"These silver falcons, transform into a human form and attack the toy boy opposite you!"
Song Xuan's fighting spirit was high. In an instant, he shot a few cold threads from the mouth of the toad. The warts that had already flown to the nearby toad swelled and sprayed
