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Chapter two thousand five hundred and sixteen you are not honored

Xiao Yan was a little confused and didn't know what kind of space this was. Xiao Yan was just curious and walked towards the figure.

Xiao Yan walked behind the figure. The figure was very thin and bony. It seemed that it was at the end of its strength, but it spread its arms and used all its strength to guard this ray of sparks.

"Are you... finally here?" A slightly hoarse voice came from the thin figure.

Xiao Yan was startled and looked around. It seemed that he was the only one here except him, but Xiao Yan was not sure whether this was just an illusion.

"Senior...are you talking to me?"

The extremely thin figure did not speak, but carefully held the wisp of sparks with both hands, stood up slowly, and then turned around.

When Xiao Yan saw this face, his body trembled slightly, and his mind was like a bell. Xiao Yan's eyes trembled, but Xiao Yan didn't know why he was trembling. This face was very unfamiliar to Xiao Yan, but it was also very familiar.

"I seem to know you...but I can't remember. Do we know each other?" Looking at this thin face, Xiao Yan was in a daze, but he was inexplicably moved in his heart.

"Your Majesty... It seems that your memory has not been completely restored, and my subordinates have been waiting for you for a long time." The thin face said slowly, looking very weak.

"Your Majesty? Someone has called me this before. Can you tell me who your Majesty is?" Xiao Yan frowned slightly and asked. At this moment, there were many mysteries lingering in his heart.

"Your Majesty, reincarnation, you need to walk the road of this life on your own, but I believe that one day you will come back again. Now this heart of fire belongs to you again. This spark that is on the verge of extinguishing, has

Your Majesty, it will definitely turn into the brightest star in the three thousand worlds again!" Even though the thin figure staggered, looking at Xiao Yan's face, his eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars.

"Are you ready, Your Majesty... hold it..."

The thin figure held the spark and looked at Xiao Yan seriously. Xiao Yan's eyes were completely replaced by this spark, but what was reflected in Xiao Yan's eyes was not a spark, but a star.

, a star that seems to be the brightest in the world.

"Is this...the Heart of Flame..."

Xiao Yan murmured, and at the same time, he stretched out his palm. Before he got close to Mars, Xiao Yan's palm instantly turned blood red, and Xiao Yan grimaced in pain.

"Your Majesty, grab it. This is the spark of hope. It is about to be extinguished..."

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and forcibly stretched out his palm. The pain surpassed everything. Xiao Yan saw that his palm was ignited with flames. It was not his heavenly fire, but his flesh and blood. It was his flesh and blood that was burning at this moment.

!!

"Ah!" Xiao Yan cried out. This kind of pain was unbearable.

Seeing this scene, the thin figure's eyes suddenly darkened, and he murmured: "You... are not Your Majesty..."

How did Xiao Yan know who the thin figure was and who the fighting god in the Tianji Treasure Pavilion was talking about? Xiao Yan only knew that the sparks held by the thin figure in both hands were most likely the flames he was looking for.

Heart.

Xiao Yan didn't know if the space he was in at the moment was just an illusion or real. However, Xiao Yan quickly realized that this was not reality and should be similar to an illusion, because Xiao Yan could not take out the elixir from the Najie unless it was

Spiritual body, otherwise it would be impossible not to be able to produce physical objects.

Therefore, Xiao Yan was able to confirm that what he was in now was not reality, but an illusion. However, Xiao Yan quickly understood that this might be an opportunity given to him by the old man to see if he was qualified to become the master of the Heart of Fire.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and a look of madness appeared in his eyes. Since this was an illusion, there was no such thing as death. Therefore, regardless of the fact that the flesh and blood of his palms were burning, Xiao Yan still stretched out his palms towards Mars with madness and persistence.

Caught it directly!

Chichi~

There was a smell of burnt meat, and black smoke was emitting from Xiao Yan's palm. Then he saw that his palm turned into blood, and the skin and flesh were burned away. The bones of Xiao Yan's palm were exposed, and the fleshless palm was still facing towards

Fireheart grabbed it.

The perseverance and madness on Xiao Yan's face made even the thin man holding the sparks slightly startled. Xiao Yan's appearance made him a little moved.

"You are not its owner. Even if you burn it to ashes, you won't get it. Give up." The thin man said slowly.

"Senior...is it an ownerless thing?" Xiao Yan endured the pain and asked through gritted teeth.

The thin man nodded slowly, looking at Xiao Yan, his face was full of pain, but when he heard his words, a smile appeared on his painful and crazy face.

"I don't know who your lord is, but I am here for the Heart of Flame. Since it is an ownerless thing, I will become its owner!!" Xiao Yan roared with a grin, the madness in his eyes showing no fear at all.

"This is an illusion. You have to know that if you die here, your soul will dissipate and you will really die here. You have to think clearly!" The thin man reminded Xiao Yan again. After hearing this, Xiao Yan

It was obvious that when facing life and death, no matter how strong the heart is, people will be moved, and Xiao Yan is no exception.

One of Xiao Yan's palms was still burned to the point of being reduced to white bones, but only the raw-eating finger was not burned to ashes. Xiao Yan could no longer feel the person in his palm at all, and even the pain had weakened. This was because

It hurt to the point of numbness.

"Senior, you want me to give up?" Xiao Yan was unwilling.

"No... this is the spark of hope. My master told me that when the ninth generation master appeared, he came back. The eighth generation has retired, and the next generation... is the ninth generation. Only the master can lead him.

Take it away, if you are not, you will not be able to take it away no matter what, and it will be burned to ashes." The thin man shook his head and told Xiao Yan.

"Is the master you are talking about... called Your Majesty?" Xiao Yan asked. Upon hearing this, the thin man's eyes immediately lit up and he nodded seriously.

"Yes... he was once the strongest person in this three thousand realms!!" The thin man's words were sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were filled with blood.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth. Now he had no clue. The strange shadows and life-eating fingers appeared on his body. Recalling what Geng Ping said to him before his death, Xiao Yan was shocked. Could it be that...he really was the respect he said?

superior?

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head. This was too much nonsense. He came from a blue planet. Even though he has completely integrated into this world, Xiao Yan has no impression of this person at all.

"If I were your lord... then this spark would have surrendered to me, the strongest man in the Three Thousand Realms... Haha, I wouldn't dare to think so even in my dreams." Xiao Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

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