Idiot, what are you in a hurry for? After his train of thought was interrupted, Guan Heng said impatiently: It will take some time before we can leave. You should go chat with old man Sancho first.

Sancho Borui, please wait first. Guan Heng suddenly thought of a solution: the nemesis of the black energy in the demonic realm are all kinds of spiritual flames, and Sancho is an expert in using fire magic spells.

At this moment, Guan Heng came up with the idea of ​​asking Sancho to help use fire spells to dispel the demonic black energy in Ruta's body. Although he didn't know if it was feasible, this was the only way he could try at the moment.

The next moment, Guan Heng immediately called for Sancho, a fat old man who was chatting with Shaharu and his wife. The island has been very lively recently. The newly moved Shaharu used his skills to build two sturdy rooms with the materials he collected.

Sancho simply stayed in the bark house in the house and stayed here to pay attention to Madame Django, but unfortunately she always ignored her.

That's the thing, Mr. Sancho, can your fire spell exorcise the black energy of the demon world? After Guan Heng told the story, he looked at Sancho and said: The life and death of this friend is very important to me, so can you try your best?

try

To be honest, I have never been exposed to the black energy of the demon realm before. Sancho said with some embarrassment: But, because of your pleading, I can give it a try.

Come on, look at the virtue of this fat old man. The more you beg him, boss, the more he feels he is a master. Borui said angrily next to him: Old man Sancho, why don't you fly to the sky?

Little thing, what you say is nothing big or small. After hearing this, Sancho was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared. He snorted and said: Don't you know how to cast fire spells? How about you try it first?

I'll try, I'll try. I can't stand your arrogance. Borui raised his voice and said to Guan Heng: Boss, carry that friend of yours out. I'll use my fire magic to try to remove the devilish energy from him first.

Stop making trouble, life is at stake now, and I can’t trust Ruta in the hands of a half-assed person like you.

Guan Heng was about to scold Borui when Sancho next to him said in a low voice: Let this kid try. If he doesn't succeed, I can observe the reason for the failure and be aware of it. Don't worry.

As long as I'm here, nothing will happen.

Well, since Mr. Sancho has agreed, let Borui give it a try. Guan Heng is also sick and seeking medical treatment at this moment. He knows very well that Luta must not die, and Qinghuang’s remnant soul is still alive.

In Luta's eyeball, if the eyeball cannot be retrieved, Luta will certainly die. Qinghuang's remaining soul will also be wiped out.

After a while, the unconscious Ruta was carried to the beach of the island. Guan Heng and Borui had already set up a simple stone platform. Sancho, Mrs. Django and the idle Julie were all around.

They were watching the excitement nearby. Only Shaharul was still tinkling the forging tools in his hut and did not come out.

Okay, that's it now. Guan Heng took a few steps back and shouted to Borui: Try using primary flame magic first, step by step. Don't be impatient.

Don't worry, boss. It's just a matter of getting rid of a small evil spirit. It's really easy. Borui's strength has increased greatly recently, and even his confidence has also skyrocketed. He quickly stretched out an index finger, and an image appeared on it.

A small flame, Borui then threw the flame towards Ruta on the stone platform: Elementary Flame Spell

When the ball of flame met the air, it suddenly turned into a sphere, and fell on Luta in an instant. But at this moment, a black air suddenly emerged from the socket of Luta's eyeball-less eyes, and suddenly the fireball was blown away.

It was shattered, and sparks shot out all over the sky in an instant.

Witnessing this scene, Borui's face turned pale with anger. He stamped his feet fiercely: Damn it, it seems that the flame is not strong enough. In this case, look at my fierce fire spell.

With a low roar, a large fire element suddenly gathered in Borui's palm. In the past, he had to use the dragon demon's staff to use the fire spell, but now, his strength is enough to cast it with bare hands.

Drink and burn. In the blink of an eye, the fire element in Borui's palm surged rapidly, turning into a wave of fire that completely enveloped Ruta who was lying on the stone platform in front of him.

Hahaha, what's going on? Borui shouted proudly at this time: Not to mention the black energy of the demon realm, even the whole person will be roasted into charcoal by the fierce fire spell.

Before Bo Rui could finish laughing, Guan Heng's fist had already hit him hard on the head: Bastard, you will burn him to death, please put out the fire.

Boss, you hit me on the head again.

Borui covered his head and was about to extinguish the fire spell as Guan Heng said, but in the rising fire, a large amount of black air suddenly spread out. This black air seemed to be an invisible big hand, and it was completely scattered with a snap.

A wave of fierce fire broke out. This scene not only found it incredible to Borui, but even a magic master like the fat old man Sancho Django was also shocked.

Sure enough, the demonic black energy in Ruta's body was no ordinary thing.

Guan Heng secretly screamed something bad: It's not surprising. After all, it was the brain-eating curse cast by the Lord of the Abyss himself. It must be hundreds of times stronger than ordinary demons. Even the intermediate fierce fire spell can't deal with the black energy of the demon realm. This time it is necessary

Oops.

Damn it, I still have the ultimate trick, the Wrath of the Balrog spell. Borui roared angrily at this moment: I can't even deal with you even with advanced flame magic.

Before Borui was ready to unleash the wrath of the Balrog, his own back collar was suddenly grabbed by the fat old man Sancho. Immediately afterwards, the fat old man threw Borui behind: Brat, you don't need to cause trouble here, okay?

give it to me.

Smelly old man, who wants you to meddle in your own business? Borui shook his head and sat up from the ground. Just as he was about to curse, Mrs. Django said coldly: Idiot, the old fat man is thinking about you. If you use the power of the demon,

When you are angry, you will be seriously injured if the black energy from the demonic realm counterattacks your magic.

Er, that's what happened. After hearing this, Borui was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

At this moment, the fat old man Sancho slowly gathered the fire elements in his hands, and he whispered: I have been timid and cowardly all my life. Although I have learned the magic spell of covering myself with fire, I have never had the courage to use it in front of any enemy.

This is my sorrow, but today, your black energy from the Demon Realm has aroused my old man's ambition. Well, I will compete with you to see which one is more powerful, the flames of the human world, or your arrogant black energy from the Demon Realm.
Chapter completed!