The red flame suddenly fell down, and Zhuo Yan's face was full of solemnity, but when he saw Liu Yan, who was still trapped in the ground, could not move, a gloomy look appeared on his face again. At this moment, the corners of Liu Yan's mouth kept twitching, and his face was full of panic, but he had no power to resist. Why is this helpless feeling?

"Is it because my own strength is too poor?" Liu Yan laughed secretly.

The flames swept down, and the hot temperature scorched the sweat beads on Liu Yan's cheeks. Before they fell, they turned into mist and rose. At this moment, a drop of water fell, and in a crisp sound, Liu Yan seemed to see the slightly clumsy child who was following his father as a child. He kept walking forward, and even if he fell, he would get up again. All of this was his own perseverance. This was the most ignorant but bravest self.

Suddenly, Liu Yan felt a wave of heat sweeping towards him, as if a bloodthirsty beast. At this moment, he wanted to swallow himself, and a wave of heat spread around him. But unexpectedly, there was no burning heat as expected, but instead felt a cool feeling. Liu Yan opened his slightly sluggish eyes and found that he was in a transparent thin cover of light, with a bright light, and a faint red light flowing on it. Through the thin cover, Liu Yan saw endless flames, like a giant dragon in the deep sea, surrounded by flames, tightly wrapped around the red cover.

When Liu Yan was marveling at the beautiful scenery, a light cough came from his body. Liu Yan then came to his senses. He was wearing a white robe that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar. Every hole on it was shaking great ups and downs in Liu Yan's heart at this moment. Liu Yan smiled knowingly and spit out a few words unconsciously.

"Old beggar."

The white figure opposite also turned around, and a smile appeared on his thin and wrinkled face, "Boy Liu, it's so heartless." After saying that, the old man laughed, and Liu Yan also smiled.

A red ball floated in front of the old beggar at this moment. The ball was shining at this moment, and it kept turning "slippingly" in front of the old beggar. At the same time, red lights could be seen constantly rushing towards the ball in the air around. Liu Yan was stunning, but suddenly the old beggar said a little solemnly: "Boy Liu, are you ready? Let's go."

"Well, wait, slow..."

Before Liu Yan could finish his words, the old beggar made a move at the red ball with one hand, as if touched. The red ball instantly burst out with a red light, like a red sun that could not be seen directly, directly breaking through the flames of the red dragon outside the thin cover. Next, the old beggar rolled up his body and pulled Liu Yan out of the soil. Liu Yan let out a faint cry, obviously it hurt, but Liu Yan's face was still full of joy. After all, it was the best to be alive.

At this time, in the void not far away, accompanied by a burst sound, the black and white aura began to gather in the air. Then, when they collided with each other, an astonishing aura spread out in all directions. In an instant, Zhuo Yan, the old beggar, and Liu Yan's eyes burst out toward the aura. As the void squirmed, the old man in a robe with black and white color slowly walked out. The old man was wearing a white hair and a black and white robe, which looked particularly unparalleled. However, when Zhuo Yan saw the old man, he snorted coldly and said a little lazy:

"Yan Heyun, I didn't expect you to come too."

When the old man standing in the void heard this, he put away his breath and slowly floated down from the air. He just looked at Zhuo Yan without saying anything.

"Yan Heyun?" Liu Yan muttered this name on the side. It was obviously the first time he heard of it. However, I have heard of the huge force of Yan Mansion in Wuming County, which is an existence that can compete with Xiaohu. Is it related to Yan Heyun on the opposite side? If so, it would be a little troublesome.

Liu Yan's thoughts turned sharply. The old beggar next to him was also full of solemn face, looking at Yan Heyun motionlessly, with a flash of light in his eyes. After a long time, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the old beggar's face, "It's just a mortal." The old beggar murmured. The next moment, the old beggar's eyes fell on Zhuo Yan, and said with a smile on his lips: "Then since he is here, let's leave your life."

"Oh? Really? Then I can wait and see." After saying that, a green light appeared on Zhuo Yan's body again, wrapping around him. Then Zhuo Yan's roar suddenly appeared on Zhuo Yan's body, and the thin green light was circulating unsteadily, making him look strange.

The transparent thin cover that looked blue seemed to be broken when it touched, but the next moment, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Zhuo Yan's mouth.

Zhuo Yan shook his hands, and the air around the old beggar suddenly squirmed, accompanied by a low sound. Suddenly, dozens of invisible wind blades burst out from the void, and the old beggar also frowned when he saw this. But the next moment, a red light appeared around the old beggar, and dozens of wind blades swept over, with a huge momentum. Only a "touch" sound exploded, and the air seemed to ripples, followed by a hot wave of heat rushing in all directions.

The heat wave dissipated, and a wisp of white smoke curled upwards, and there was no one in the spot. Seeing this, Zhuo Yan's face became very ugly, and at the same time, the green light on her body was even more dazzling, like glass, very bright.

Zhuo Yan's expression moved, and the wind whirled around her feet. Zhuo Yan's body moved, and her feet were just less than one meter from the ground. Suddenly, a red flame suddenly appeared above Zhuo Yan's head and shot towards Zhuo Yan. There was no suspense. There was only a crisp sound, followed by the "hissing" sound from the flames melting into the things. Above Zhuo Yan's head, a ball of flame was pressing against the green light shield on Zhuo Yan's body. Zhuo Yan's face looked very ugly, and the red flame was pressing down step by step.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yan seemed to have a flow of spiritual light in his eyes. Then, accompanied by Zhuo Yan's roar, a yellow talisman was shot out of thin air, floating in front of Zhuo Yan. Zhuo Yan's hand was followed by a yellow talisman. The talisman instantly shot out a golden light, directly covering Zhuo Yan's figure. The light dissipated. The green light shield surrounding Zhuo Yan disappeared, replaced by a golden light shield. At the same time, the red flame above the light shield was also slapped by Zhuo Yan and directly dissipated in the air, leaving only a wisp of light smoke, sobbing and dissipating unwillingly.

All of this was almost all in the flash of lightning. The old beggar slowly fell from the air and looked at Zhuo Yan with a expressionless face.

Zhuo Yan also looked at the old beggar with a calm look at him, suddenly turned around and said to Yan Heyun behind him, "Leave Liu Yan to you to clean up. As for the old man in front of him, please leave it to me with confidence."

In an instant, Yan Heyun, who was stunned, was suddenly stunned, then nodded slightly, turned to Liu Yan, and a shocking aura burst out from Yan Heyun. Liu Yan's heart was so bad that he felt bad, and his face became ugly.

In the dense forest on the other side, Yan Xiang was walking towards Liu Yan with dozens of guards. Suddenly, dozens of cold corpses were found on the ancient tree and the hideous twisted branches, all of which were directly penetrated by the tree branches and died.

Four of the particularly conspicuous black nightwear directly attracted everyone's attention.

"Who is it? Even the Four Shadows didn't escape." Yan Xiang looked at the corpses on the tree branch with a ugly expression, and his fear immediately dispersed among the crowd.

"Who, come out for me?" One of the guards suddenly shouted, and at the same time, the scimitar in his hand also tightened a little.

Following the guard's gaze, everyone saw a few birds that were startled in the distance, flapping their wings, as if they were about to escape from this dense forest of life and death.

In the silence, there was only the sound of footsteps of dead branches and leaves coming from a distance, which seemed particularly harsh, as if it was the footsteps of the god of death. Everyone held their breath at this moment.

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