"Colorless fire?"

Yun Xiao spoke hard, his tone a little awkward.

The real dragon is nine turns.

The flames controlled by the descendants of the Yun family are also divided into nine colors!

Always.

There is a saying among the Yun clan.

The colorless fire appears, immortality is expected!

now……

"Yellow Spring Fire, Black and White Flame."

Leng Meizi's eyes drooped slightly and she whispered: "The combination of three is the way to save him. But your black flame was impure before, so the success rate was very slim..."

"I see."

Yunxiao suddenly realized it in his heart and sighed.

Yellow Spring Fire, Ancestral Dragon Flame.

All are the most pure flames in the world.

originally.

The same is true for his black flames.

only.

Since he became crazy, his black flames have been mixed with too much violence, stubbornness, resentment... but they are not pure.

"He wanted to save his son."

Qian Ye shook his head when he heard this, "But he didn't expect that the devil and obsession in his heart would become an obstacle for him to save his son."

"Thousand Nights."

Gu Han was silent for a moment, "Can he succeed?"

“It has been successful.”

Qianye sighed, "What a pity, it's 100,000 years late."

Gu Han didn't speak anymore.

Judging from the time, it was indeed too late, but it was not too late for the father and son.

At least.

Have a chance to meet again.

More importantly.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there was no Nine Orifice Detailed Body to be a ferryman, and he also cultivated this pure Huangquan Fire.

"I thought I was saving you."

"But in fact, I've been hurting you."

After figuring out the joints, Yun Xiao was mixed with emotions and laughed at himself.

at the same time.

A faint slight fluctuation of soul power came from the colorless soul seed.

"Father……"

A faint thought came out faintly.

"Yi'er..."

Yun Xiao's heart trembled, and he ignored his own blame, his eyes felt sore, and he almost burst into tears.

This sound.

He thought about it for 100,000 years, and was crazy and desperate.

now.

Heared it again.

boom!

At this time!

A violent ghost power fell on him again!

Such a good opportunity.

Charon naturally won’t miss it. He is ready to take the initiative and kill Yun Xiao while he is unprepared!

boom!

A golden flame surged up, spreading across the void sky, blocking all his offensives!

It’s still Xia Qingyuan!

"Don't worry."

He glanced at the sky and said lightly: "Give them some time, you can die later."

It is not easy for a father and son to reunite.

You have to... give them a chance to say a few words.

A sighed secretly in my heart.

He didn't bother Yun Xiao, and watched all this quietly.

"father."

Yun Yi seemed to have not heard it, his thoughts were intermittent, with a faint sadness and self-blame, "Why are you so old..."

Memory stayed a hundred thousand years ago.

In his mind, Yun Xiao is still the world-class hero.

Hearing words.

Yun Xiao's heart trembled again.

"well."

Xia Qingyuan sighed: "Time is like a horse whipping, and time is like falling flowers and flowing water. How can we not grow old?"

"Yi'er."

Yun Xiao carefully touched the soul fire in the palm of his hand, as if it was a turbulent person, as if it was a illusion, as if it was a dream.

"sorry……"

He kept repeating and muttering to himself, "I'm sorry..."

"Dad didn't mean it..."

All the apology that had been buried in my heart for 100,000 years broke out, "Can you forgive my father?"

The soul fire trembled slightly.

It seems a little unstable.

"Yun Yi's life..."

A faint thought was conveyed again, "No resentment, no hatred, no regrets."

He did not say forgiveness.

Never wonder, how can you forgive me?

"Okay, OK, OK."

Yun Xiao instantly understood his intentions.

Gently combine your hands.

He carefully protected Yun Yi's soul fire and whispered: "Your soul power is too weak, don't talk much..."

The conversation ends here.

It ended abruptly.

The reunion after 100,000 years later, all the feelings are poured into these seemingly plain words.

As a father, I owe you a lot.

As a Son of Man, I have the honor of all my life.

So far.

The father and son have their own thoughts, and there is no need to tell them.
To be continued...