"You respect and love him very much." Li Xi'an said.
After a long silence, his voice rang out from the sea of fire.
"Then why did you betray the grassland and pick up the treasure alone and cross the Daxingan Mountains to the south?"
Feng Ayayu was stunned for a moment.
He shook his head violently before coming back to his senses and staring at Li Xi'an again.
"I'm sorry that I can't tell you. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't." His eyes were firm.
The green lantern in his hand was protecting him from the fierce flames that were sweeping up again.
But suddenly, the Wolf King concentrated, and Li Xi'an also focused his gaze.
Behind the dark-skinned boy, a withered arm stretched out, wrapped in a wide blue robe.
That hand took over the green lamp in his hand, and the originally illusory lamp suddenly solidified.
A strange wave filled the sea of fire.
Li Xi'an had a doubt before. How could a boy with low cultivation leave the grassland safely? Such a weak body would be easily burned by the divine fire, and the wind of the grassland would be brought to him by the Wolf King's servants.
Information serves as eyes and ears. No matter how you imagine, a practitioner in the Juling Realm cannot escape from the hands of a crowned creature.
Now seeing the figure gradually appearing, he had the answer.
Li Xi'an could sense that the picture above the boy's head was very compatible with it. As long as it could activate the spirit in the picture, it didn't matter what state the person was in. The withered human figure holding the lantern was very strange. At this moment, it had been removed from the picture.
He stood up with the upper half of his body.
Her long, thick black hair was hanging loose, and only her smooth chin could be seen under the bifurcated hair.
The body of the woman in green clothes is as yellow as a dead tree, but her face is not. The white skin that represents vitality and the yellow color that symbolizes death appear in such a being. There is a strange sense of harmony. She slowly raised the green lantern in her hand, and the green flames
Burning in the gilt frame, the next moment, the surrounding sea of fire shrinks.
Until the flames on the ground no longer burn, and the green fire engulfs the golden fire.
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes.
The pupils reflected that the woman in green condensed the sea of fire engulfed by the green fire into a ball or candy-like thing and swallowed it in her belly. After eating, a few strands of dim golden threads appeared on the surface of her withered skin.
His golden flame can be called a kind of divine fire.
The flames burning on the ground at this moment were indeed no longer the kind of flames that he had erupted on the Wolf King before. It was just the aftermath. But the burning sea of fire was so easily subdued and swallowed by the half-length woman in green clothes. This reminded him of
What.
"The drought in the Great Yan Dynasty lasted for three full years, and God refused to give a drop of rain. Why? It turned out that there was Qingyi in Mobei, and Ba, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, went south! This man had great magical powers and had a green lantern. Legend has it that
Zhongneng can burn all the water in the Yellow River..."
"The great witch Zhu's surname was Su, and she was surrounded by red dragons. She climbed over four mountains and crossed the desert sands of Mobei to find the location of the female slave. From then on, a shocking battle began!"
What the old storyteller sang came to mind.
Female demon?
Li Xi'an looked at the half-length withered woman.
He felt the gaze inexplicably.
The woman's eyes buried under her hair were also looking at him.
The next moment, that feeling disappeared. But Li Xi'an knew that this was not an illusion, that kind of gaze really existed for a moment.
Feng Aya's breathing was very careful.
He could feel the shadow of the catalog devouring the wind brought by the movement of the golden flames. The extremely dry wind made him purse his lips subconsciously. As expected, there were layers of dry, rough and dead skin. On his face that was sealed in the ancient
This has never happened since the catalog in the altar resonated. The existence in the catalog has never appeared in this form. It has always been an illusory shadow, but just this illusory shadow is enough.
Now an entity actually appears.
Does the catalog have wisdom? Feng Ayu knows that the catalog has wisdom, but that wisdom is buried very deep and cannot be touched at all. Following this catalog of goddesses for several years, Feng Ayu knows where the catalog comes from, which means
What, this is why he left the grassland without notifying anyone, not even the Wolf King.
This is a disaster.
If he fails, at least the disaster will not endanger the grassland.
The Wolf King stared at the half body of the woman that appeared in the catalog.
"So what are you doing?" Li Xi'an asked, "Come to see your king for the last time, or are you planning to save him with what you have in your hand?"
"Deal." Feng Aphasia paused.
"I think Lord Taihang will be interested in what I have in my hand."
"Do you know me?" Li Xi'an raised his eyebrows, and the Wolf King didn't even know who he was.
"As long as I walk through the Daxingan Mountains and go south, I will know your name. As for confrontation..." The boy smiled, "This catalog may really have such power, but it is not something I can control. It's just a transaction.
The value should be enough to exchange for Dronosali’s life.”
Apparently he was carrying some secret that forced him to leave the grassland. This secret was not even known to the king of the grassland.
Before Feng Ayu could finish his words, an extremely terrifying aura erupted.
The woman in Tsing Yi in the catalog crawled out completely.
Not even the wide green clothes can cover up the haggard appearance of the human form, leaving many places empty.
At this moment, the eyes of the three creatures here were all on this woman. The Wolf King roared. He came from the grassland and knew that the grassland people were afraid of this image. Naturally, he also knew what the existence of this image meant. He wanted to warn, and even wanted to
He started to move, but he couldn't make a sound. The fragmented throat couldn't support him in making a sound, and the depleted spiritual energy kept him alive, with no trace left.
Sure enough, he was exhausted.
The Northern Desert Goddess Ba.
An ancient legend.
It is often said in the grassland that the grassland is a gift from the gods, and the desert is its original appearance. Legend has it that the entire north was a desert at some time, and not a drop of rain could fall on this land all year round, because this land is sleeping
They said that the god was the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven. After descending to earth, she could not ascend to heaven again and was imprisoned in the human world.
Green clothes and green lanterns burn everything. Everywhere they go there is a severe drought.
Zhuo Nosali did not expect that the treasure on the grassland would take on this image. Before Feng Huyu took the catalog away from the grassland, it did not look like this in the catalog. At that time, it was clearly a picture of an extremely beautiful woman.
If it really is that existence...
Dronosari's roar stopped, and the woman in green picked up the lantern and walked to the almost dead Wolf King. Her figure was considered tall for ordinary people, but in front of this crowned king, she was probably as tall as
Like an ant facing a wolf.
The woman stretched out her hand.
Feng Aya held his breath as the flames burned and swept the Wolf King away.
The Wolf King's body is shrinking, maybe because she doesn't want to raise her head, or maybe for other reasons. Dronosali was forcibly transformed. He has no spirit and is full of death energy, but the flame seems to have a strange power, which is for him.
It brought a weak vitality. When the green fire subsided on the Wolf King, a burly man with his upper body exposed appeared on the spot. His hair was silvery gray, and each one stood up unruly like steel needles.
His whole body was covered in bloodstains, and almost no intact spot could be found.
The left side of the face was bloody and bloody, with only bloody eye sockets. Half of the face was also broken, and the bones were clearly visible. Dronosali noticed that the golden lines on the surface of the woman's skin had become darker, almost invisible.
The woman took the fallen red Han sword and threw it to the sky. Li Xi'an took the faint sword and put it close behind him like the X sword.
Quite polite.
Li Xi'an commented in his heart.
But then, the woman turned around and looked towards him.
He kept repeating one word in his mouth, his voice was hoarse and he kept repeating it, like a malfunctioning machine.