"I am Yan. Yan is me." He stretched out his slender palms lightly, and a ball of flames rose in the palms of his hands, bright, fiery red, and strange flames!
The air around her seemed to be ignited all of a sudden, and everything seemed to be burned up by this strange fire. The phantom energy protection of Leng Mei's body was also ignited in an instant, and the colorful phantom energy quickly protected her body.
The surrounding areas of his body were struggling to withstand the roasting fire.
All the surrounding scenery seemed to be involved in this ball of flames, and the vision in front of me began to deform and distort. The night in my eyes could no longer be seen, because all the light was burned out by this ball of flames.
She groaned and couldn't help but take a step back. The Fire Feather Sword at her waist made a "clang" sound and couldn't help but take it out of its sheath. A bright sky fire burned from the Fire Feather Sword's body, as if it was about to
Resist this extremely weird and powerful fire for your master.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Yan Lie lowered his eyes lightly and flicked his fingers. The Fire Feather Sword blocking Leng Mei's front suddenly fell to the ground with a clang, losing all the heavenly fire the moment it landed.
"My sword!" Leng Mei couldn't help but rushed over and hugged the Fire Feather Sword in her arms.
The flames in Yan Lie's hands burned quietly, but I don't know if it was her imagination. The flames that should have been bright red gradually turned dark red as time went by, as thick as a ball of blood flying in the sky.
beat.
terrible!
Fire is invisible, but he can actually cultivate his own flames into tangible fire!
Where has he been these days? Or, who is this terrifying man in front of me? Is it really Yan Lie?!...
Questions quickly passed through Leng Mei's mind, but she couldn't find a clear answer.
She held on to the Fire Feather Sword, which had long since lost its luster, and stood up slowly and coldly. The fire in front of her was only a ball in his palm, but the blazing heat and burning power from the flames were everywhere, every inch.
The ground approached her little remaining phantom energy to protect her body.
"You are not Yan Lie!" She walked towards him step by step, even though every step required almost all her strength, she still moved forward.
The enchanting man in front of her raised his eyebrows lightly, and his cold and unwavering eyes finally showed a trace of ripples. She was the first person who dared to stand firm and fearless under his "burning" fire.
The woman in front of him was not afraid of him at all.
"I am Yan. Yan is me." Yan Lie played with the flames in his hands, and the strange firelight illuminated his face that was stained with a bit of magic, making him look too handsome to be a real person: "What you see in front of you is the real Yan.
Lie. Half the flesh and blood of the Son of God, half the soul calcined by the demonic flames are combined together - the real Emperor."
Emperor?!
He calls himself emperor?!
Leng Mei's footsteps finally stopped. She was only a foot away from him, but she seemed unable to take another step forward.
Phantom Emperor?!
Yan Lie is the Phantom Emperor. Is the Phantom Emperor him? Is the legendary Phantom Emperor him, the emperor of the legendary figure whose whereabouts are unknown? She seemed to understand something.
"You belong to Haosheng Tianyan..."
"Second Prince." Yan Lie smiled coldly, his handsome face as if it had been frozen by a thousand-year iceberg: "When he was sixteen years old, because his power was too strong, he was killed by his biological father, Hao Hao, who you respect like a god.
Sheng Tianyan personally ordered that ten heavenly masters be used to seal my power."
