Xingchen would not let him suffer a great loss, and Han Yiming did not turn around and ran forward for two steps before he felt the burning pain on his back slightly. When he looked back, he saw that the approaching spirit bead had already headed towards Xingchen.

The stars had already fallen to the ground, and he turned around and ran away, but the spirit bead rolled very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rolled to where he had stood before.

Han Yiming saw the spirit bead chased behind Xingchen. Although Xingchen ran fast, the spirit bead was indescribable. With a wave of his hand, he hit the spirit bead, and it was hitting the spirit bead.

Lingzhu turned toward him, Han Yiming didn't dare to delay and turned around and ran. After only two steps, the vest was sore again.

A ray of spirit came over, and Xingchen attacked from afar, and led the spirit pearl to his place.

Han Yiming gasped, looked back at the Lingzhu, and saw that the Lingzhu was forced behind the Star, and then used the spiritual light to call it back.

Xingchen watched the spirit bead approach Han Yiming and used his spiritual light to call it over.

The two of them were breathing instead, but they were helpless with the spirit beads.

Han Yiming saw that the stalemate was in stalemate and thought to himself: "How can we resolve this stalemate?"

He was far away from the stars, and the spirit bead rolled on both sides. Han Yiming said to himself: "Why would you think of a way to pull the spirit bead away and merge with the stars and think of a way together. We can't just run here. This spirit bead will not be tired, but sooner or later I will be exhausted and thirsty. What should I do if I die of Xingchen?"

Just as I was thinking, a sound came from afar, and the sound was like a roar, dull and heavy.

Han Yiming was stunned at first, and suddenly he was happy. He raised his head and searched everywhere. Suddenly, the luster flashed in the sky, and a long shadow appeared.

After a moment, the shadow was covered with a blue light, and it was already coming to his head.

Han Yiming was overjoyed and shouted: "Little Guy!"

As he shouted, Xiaoguai's dragon head appeared, and it first sprayed at the spirit bead.

What Xiaoguai sprayed was water. Han Yiming had been thirsty for a long time and encountered water. He was like a rain that did not dodge or avoid letting the water pour all over his body.

Before he could speak, Xingchen suddenly appeared beside him, and he dragged Han Yiming away like he was flying.

Han Yiming was strangely aware of hot steam coming towards him. The water that Xiaogui vomited was steaming by the power of the spirit beads, and it turned into hot steam. But the air was hot, and both of them felt like they were in a steamer.

The power of this spirit bead is so powerful that Han Yiming felt that this steaming was hotter than the previous flame.

Xiaoguai was still trying to open his mouth and squirt again, but Xingchen shouted: "Xiaoguai! Don't!"

Xiaoguai stopped and swam, just hovering above.

Xingchen pushed Han Yiming and said, "Run!"

Han Yiming felt the spirit bead rolling towards this side, and ran away without saying anything. He stopped until the heat behind him disappeared.

Xingchen had already appeared on the other side and led the spirit fireball to his side.

Han Yiming was very anxious and Xiaoguai couldn't help. How should this spirit be dealt with?

He looked at the stars, far apart, and could not see the expression on the stars' faces, but the stars' every move was still calm and at ease.

The spirit bead was rolling towards him, and he was running towards one side.

Han Yiming looked at the distance and waved his hand and hit the spirit beads.

He shot out the light of spirit and turned around and ran away. Without turning back, he knew that the spirit bead would turn and roll towards him.

But for a moment, Han Yiming's vest felt hot. Han Yiming ran wildly without looking back, waiting for the stars to lead the spirit beads away.

Suddenly his arms tightened and the stars appeared beside him.

Xingchen grabbed Han Yiming's arm with one hand and flew up quickly.

Before Han Yiming could speak, a ball of fire appeared in front of him, rushing towards him.

He was dragged up by the stars, and he flashed away here, and the fire had collided with the spirit beads chasing behind him.

The stars were so fast that they could not describe it. They had dragged him to Xiaoguai in a blink of an eye.

The spirit bead hit the flame and was wrapped in the flame, but in a flash, the spirit bead rolled to the side, and the flame followed closely behind.

Han Yiming saw that the spirit bead was no longer chasing behind him, and then he came through his breath and looked at the ball of fire. There seemed to be something burning in the fire, and he could not see clearly no matter how.

Xingchen stared at the fire with his eyes, looked at it for a moment and shouted, "Swallow."

The fire became more and more burning. Han Yiming looked for a long time and suddenly found a slight figure in the fire.

He was stunned for a moment, and a light flashed in his mind. He turned his head and asked Xingchen: "That's right, that's it, that's He Sansi?"

Xingchen didn't answer him, but said, "Swallow it quickly."

The fire light rushed straight to the front of the spirit bead, and the two sides were separated into half a circle, and in a blink of an eye the spirit bead had surrounded it.

The fire quickly covered the spirit beads, and Han Yiming couldn't help but ask: "Xingchen, that's it, that's it, what's the truth?"

Xingchen smiled slightly: "Did the leader know?"

Although he did not answer, he admitted it. Han Yiming was shocked and could not speak.

Xingchen was shocked when he saw him, but didn't say much, just looked down.

He Sansi ran wildly, and a man was running in the burning flames.

Han Yiming stared at He Sansi with his eyes, and could not ask a word.

The flames on He Sansi's body burned him into a fire man. Han Yiming stared at him for a while, and he was running wildly.

Every footprint burned wherever he stepped on, but fortunately they had already reached the air, otherwise how could they hold up the fire?

He Sansi ran around the circle, and a sea of ​​fire became a blink of an eye below.

Han Yiming stared at He Sansi for a moment. He Sansi couldn't see clearly at this time. He was just a fire man. Only the flames burned into human form, but they did not burn into blood and blood, which made him relieved.

But he was strange and He Sansi could not bear the fire. Xingchen had previously said that he was the official of fire. When Han Yiming thought of this, his heart was calmer.

After running for a while, He Sansi stopped his steps and stood in the sea of ​​fire. Seeing that he was really fine, Han Yiming felt relieved. Suddenly he remembered something: "Where is Pingbo on the way here?"

Xingchen looked at He Sansi without looking back and said, "He is still on the long road."

Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "Then, he might have walked here?"

Xingchen asked back: "What about the leader's opinion?"

Han Yiming said: "He shouldn't be here."

Xingchen nodded and said, "What the leader said is good. Even if He Sansi doesn't come, he will not spend less time here. Moreover, He Sansi is here to sit in the position of the official position of the Fire Priest. He has swallowed the Vermilion Bird Spirit Pearl and has been in the position of the official position for a while. It will take at least ten years to merge with the Spirit Fire and will never see anyone again. Therefore, he will not come."

Han Yiming felt very happy: "If he can't come, he can't ask for Xirang, and if we can ask for Xirang to go back, he can't take action on Lingshan at will."
Chapter completed!