Chatper 1591 (2/2)

Emperor Yan's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again: "Okay, it's really the right time to bring you to the Yan God Temple. I didn't expect you to have such a good treasure on your body. Your mistress is now saved."

"It's good to be able to help Mistress."

Yang Xuan didn't dare to take credit, so he handed two pills to Emperor Yan respectfully. As long as he could save his wife, Emperor Bing, not to mention the mere two pills of purple glass, even if he spent all his savings, he wouldn't do it. There will be a little hesitation.

"Good apprentice, I owe you a favor for the master!"

Emperor Yan took the medicine pill, rolled up Yang Xuan with his big hands, and in a blink of an eye, he came to a magnificent stone hall.

Although the surface of this stone hall is almost identical to that of the Fire Temple, it is obviously much older, and everything is full of traces of time.

"This is the real Yanshen Temple, and it is also the place where our ancestors transformed themselves. Except for the teacher and the previous patriarchs of our clan, no one else has ever been here."

Emperor Yan said in a deep voice.

"Is the lady in the palace?"

Yang Xuan asked.

"Well, before my teacher fell asleep, I sealed a strand of your mistress's primordial spirit in a soul-cultivating lamp and placed it inside."

Emperor Yan nodded, and then said: "As for the ninth floor of Yanshen Art, it is hidden in the statue of our ancestors in the temple. After you worship the statues of our ancestors, you can try to comprehend it. a bit."

After all, he took Yang Xuan and strode into the stone hall.

The stone hall is very old, but it is extremely vast, with a sense of endless avenues.

Yang Xuan followed behind Emperor Yan step by step, walking forward, and not long after he saw an ancient statue.

It was a middle-aged man, his face was cut like a knife, his majestic appearance was full of red hair, and his red hair was scattered freely.

Needless to say, this is undoubtedly the God of Flame. Although it is just a god statue, it is lifelike and full of charm, making people see the god statue as if it were the deity of the flame god.

"You are my disciple, even if you are a member of my Taikoo Yan clan, go and meet our ancestors!"

Emperor Yan said.

Yang Xuan didn't say a word, and immediately stepped forward, bowed down and bowed, and saw the whole statue suddenly glow with divine light, and then quickly fell silent.

"This is……"

Yang Xuan got up and looked at Emperor Yan, his face full of shock.

"Although the ancestors of our clan have transformed into the Dao, but a spiritual thought has not dissipated, they attached to this statue. Obviously, the ancestors of our clan recognized you, and you can also observe the statue and learn the ninth art of the god of flames. Floor."

Emperor Yan smiled.

"There is no rush to understand the Flame God Secret Art. Shizun should take the disciples to see the teacher first!"

Yang Xuandao.

"Your lady-in-law is beautiful and flawless, and her splendor is peerless. Don't look at it when you see it later."

Emperor Yan made a rare joke, and led Yang Xuan to the depths of the stone hall with a big laugh. There was an ancient bronze lamp with green rust mottled. The wick on the ancient lamp was not burnt, and a cluster of cyan flames was burning, emitting a mysterious fragrance. Peace of mind.

Obviously, this is the soul-raising lamp.

Looking through the swaying blue flame, I could vaguely see a slightly lonely figure. It was the Dao Companion of Emperor Yan, the Ice Emperor, one of the five ancient emperors.