Originally, he was the third prince of the West Sea, and was used to the cold deep sea temperature. Now that he encountered such a high temperature attack, the white dragon horse could not bear it and fainted on the ground.

Zhang Yang used his momentary movement to come to the lava wall again. He was about to take the White Dragon Horse away, but he heard a sound that surprised him. The White Dragon Horse actually spoke for the first time, but he was in a state of confusion and spoke more like a dream.

It was just that the name he pronounced made Zhang Yang's heart unable to calm down for a long time, because he was pronounced: "White Bone Spirit."

Just when Zhang Yang was surprised, he suddenly felt the heat above his head suddenly rise. When he looked up, he found that the lava wall above his head began to collapse into the interior. The solution like molten down quickly. Zhang Yang immediately moved in an instant and brought the white dragon horse to the periphery of the lava wall.

As soon as he came out, he immediately asked, "Bailongma, were you talking about the White Bone Spirit just now? Why did you pronounce her name? Where is she now?"

Even though Zhang Yang shouted, Bai Longma didn't speak anymore. I don't know if he didn't want to speak anymore, or if he fainted because of the heat, closed his eyes and fainted.

Zhang Yang never felt that he was so anxious. He was very eager to know the whereabouts of the Bone Demon. The white bone cave covered with spider webs and dust made him very nervous. He didn't know where the Bone Demon went and whether he would encounter any unexpected problems. He didn't know all of this.

The unknown is fear, so after the White Dragon Horse doesn't speak, Zhang Yang seems anxious and angry.

However, the danger around them had not yet dissipated. The little ghosts pushed the charcoal train and lined up to Zhang Yang. There was no expression on their faces, like a manipulated puppet.

Zhang Yang asked: "We have no grievances and no grudges, why should we attack us?"

Among them, a little ghost stood up and said, "My king said that those who have passed by here will definitely capture him. Just eat a bite of his meat and you will be immortal!"

"Can you have something new?" Zhang Yang shouted angrily: "I live forever every day, and I know that there are so many wonderful things in life that I don't want to worry about, but I just want to live forever. Do you think you have unhealthy thoughts? Besides, how can you know that I am a disciple of the sutra? Where is the evidence?"

As a result, the little devil took out a copy of parchment from his arms. Zhang Yang saw it and found that he was really a demon and monster on the way to obtain the scriptures. He felt extremely depressed.

"You are not a disciple of the Buddhist scriptures, which child was the disciple of the Buddhist scriptures just now?" said the little devil: "Take him over immediately. As long as we seek the Buddhist scriptures, we can let you go."

"Look up and look in the sky. He is there. If you have the ability, you can catch it yourself." Zhang Yang pointed to the sky dozens of meters above their heads, thinking that it would be strange if they could catch up with somersault clouds.

Sure enough, these little ghosts were all depressed when they saw somersault clouds far away. I wonder if they ignited their anger. They turned around and said to Zhang Yang, "Then let's catch you first, you took him with you."

"You really know how to pick people. If you have any kindness, come and try to catch me, little kid!" After Zhang Yang said that, he took out the golden cudgel, and then he saw that they still had any skills.

Sure enough, these little ghosts had another move. Eight of them held a small red flag in their hands. They could release the fire dragon with just a wave of their hands. The fire dragon could move freely to attack the target. When they all used spells, the eight red dragons roared and attacked Zhang Yang.

"Do you know that in China, a tiger lies and a dragon lies in it!" Zhang Yang carried the golden cudgel behind his back with one hand and drew a circle in the air with the other hand. He used the ability of the Great Saint Macaque King to create a round wind wall. He hit the wind wall with one palm towards the eight fire dragons rushing towards him.

At first, the wind wall was roaring at high speed, and it could resist the fire dragon's attack, but when the fire dragons all bypassed the wind wall, it was helpless. These fire dragons that could move freely were not as easy to deal with as straight-forward spells.

Zhang Yang took the opportunity to push the wind wall over and hit the little ghosts, knocking most of their charcoal trains to the ground, and the flames sprinkled on some dry trunks and dead branches and leaves all over the ground, and began to spread the fire.

Before the fire dragon rushed to Zhang Yang, he raised his hand upwards, and created a huge tornado out of thin air at the bottom of the fire dragon's body in front of him, sweeping the fire dragon into the wind. However, what he did not expect was that the wind could promote the fire to grow better. These eight fire dragons were swept into the wind and merged better together, forming a more powerful huge fire dragon.

Zhang Yang was stunned at first sight. The big fire dragon exerted force instantly, and the momentum mixed with flames on his body all shook the surrounding trees. Some trees were even uprooted and washed to both sides by the air waves.

Zhang Yang felt the heat waves of the roar of the fire dragon coming towards him. He knew that he had done something stupid, but immediately thought of a way to deal with it. Of course, it is water to deal with fire.

The fire dragon continued to fly towards Zhang Yang with its big mouth open. Its momentum seemed to bite Zhang Yang to pieces. Zhang Yang stood still, and he used the ability of another great saint in his body to start exerting force under his feet.

The moment the Fire Dragon was about to bite Zhang Yang into his mouth, his feet suddenly became wet, and then like a fountain, a thick column of water broke out of the ground and pushed Zhang Yang into the air. The Fire Dragon bit the column of water, and a large amount of steam emerged from his mouth. It hurriedly retreated and did not move forward rashly.

And this water column seems to be just an ordinary water column, but in fact... it is just an ordinary water column.

Zhang Yang felt depressed. He originally wanted to create a domineering water dragon. It was probably because the ability of the Great Saint Dragon Demon King of Fuhai was used few times and was a bit awkward. He only created a water column.

It does not have a flexible way of moving, or even its own attacking thinking, because it moves upwards along the water column in a spiral manner. Such a gorgeous movement makes Zhang Yang feel inferior.

The fire dragon did not stick to the water column, so his body was not affected. Zhang Yang also had his own ideas in his mind. Since he could not create a domineering water dragon to compete with him, then he would change to a simpler but more useful way.

Zhang Yang relied on his own thoughts to instantly surged countless spurts on the surface of the column of the water column. The whole spurt looked like a huge mace. The spurt kept piercing the body of the fire dragon. It made a painful roar, and then fell from mid-air. Before it even landed, it turned into a smoke and disappeared.
Chapter completed!