Chapter 270: Mysterious disease (1/2)
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”Long Qingyang has already blended and refined the flames of Xuanji Chiyan, which is almost impossible. Now there are Xuanji arrays to help him, but he can't hold on for a long time ...”
The man in the giant elephant Wufu said anxiously.
Chu Hen's mood became heavy in an instant, and a bit of gloom came out from his sharp eyebrows. He asked in a cold voice, ”Where is the Holy Fire City?”
”Southeast direction, about five miles!”
...
Holy flame city!
This is one of the most prosperous and prosperous cities in the seven-soul ancient country. After thousands of years of ups and downs, this city of flames has become extraordinarily vicissitudes. The broken wall shows the ancient desolation.
However, at this moment, the city of flames today is particularly noisy.
”Long Qingyang, if you know the truth, you will obediently hand over the tinder of” Xuanji Chiyan ”. Otherwise, today you will have five steps from your brother and sister.
”Long Qingyang, you can't escape without wings. If you don't want to die, put your hands on the tinder.”
...
Central square of the city of flames.
Twenty or thirty magnificent young geniuses stood under a majestic peculiar road.
These nearly thirty people are mostly geniuses of the Yanying Dynasty and Tianluo Dynasty.
For the people of the Yanying Dynasty, most of them are of the physical constitution of fire, and the fire of Xuanji Chiyan has great temptation-confusion-power.
The steps are connected to the ground by stone steps, and the table has a large sculpture on a magnificent shore. The shape of the sculpture is like a strong flame ... Despite the endless years of rain and rain, this flame sculpture is still very well preserved and exudes a Solemn and divine power ...
However, there are six people on the table below the sculpture.
The six are Long Qingyang, Long Xuanshuang, Bai Yuyu of Tianxing Wufu, Ji Xian and the geniuses of the other two celestial teams.
At this time, Long Qingyang was sitting on the ground, his eyes closed, his brows frowned like two dead silkworms ... Extremely restless power fluctuations permeated from his body, and Long Qingyang's skin was red as flames. , The insanely hot breath is constantly flowing from his body.
It feels like a flaming mountain range that is brewing magma, and it is likely to erupt at any time.
”Sister Xuanshuang, Brother Qingyang's state is too unstable. I'm afraid he can't suppress the power of” Xuanji Chiyan ”...” Shen Sheng, a young man from the Shengxing team, said.
As soon as the words fell, the crimson red flames suddenly rose from Long Qingyang's body.
Long Qingyang shuddered, and then a white flame poured out of his body.
This white flame is exactly the ‘Spirit Bone Spirit Fire’ that Long Qingyang had subjugated before. I saw that it was controlling the white Bone Skull Spirit Fire to suppress the chiyan…
The epiphyseal fire and mysterious erythritis are special and strange fires in this world.
If Long Qingyang can control these two kinds of flames, it will definitely bring great benefits and powerful power to it ... but in the current situation, it is really a bit tricky.
The power of Xuanji Chiyan is very overbearing.
The strange veins and eight veins inside Long Qingyang's body are as if burned by flames, and the skin on his body becomes brighter and more glaring and may pass out at any time.
Long Xuanshuang's pretty face changed slightly, Liu Mei's eyebrows were lightly condensed, then she lifted the jade palm lightly, and released a ray of ice mysterious cold air around her.
”Buzz ...”
After being exposed to the suppression of Bingxuan cold air, Long Qingyang's condition improved slightly. Long Qingyang still closed his eyes tightly, his throat rolled gently, and he slowly spit out a few words.
”You, you, go, go ...”
go!
A few of them were frowning lightly, showing solemnity.
...
At the same time, many of the geniuses of the dynasties who stood under the platform were a little impatient.
”Well, it's really some guy who doesn't see the coffin and doesn't cry. In that case, I'll let you know what a dead end is.”