"You...... What are you doing?! ”

"Fan Huoyang" has a small flame burning faintly in his eyes, with an indifferent mood that does not belong to the human race, which looks extremely demonic. Pen&Fun&Pavilion www.biquge.info[Burn^Text^Library][]. [774] [buy]. []

However, looking at the extremely old face, it was clear that everything was under control, but there was a little uneasiness in my heart.

"Destroying the Lotus Fire...... Ahem...... Do you think it's all that easy? ”

The high priest's old face was filled with a growing sense of death, like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.

In just a few sentences, it was said intermittently, and it seemed to have no deterrent power in such a situation, but the more this happened, the more it made "Fan Huoyang" feel a little frightened in his heart.

Under the mountain peak, there was already a miserable place, the stumps and arms were broken, everything was destroyed by the battle, several monks controlled by "Qiu Yan" exploded blatantly, only Zhang Boqi and other monks were still gathered together, stubbornly resisting, but everyone was injured, just to delay time.

"Fan Huoyang" had all this in his eyes, as well as the high priest who was about to die in front of him, but the uneasy mood grew like a vine.

"I've lived so long...... So long......"

The High Priest sighed softly, as if it would be blown away by the wind as soon as he came out, but the long sigh sounded strangely in the ears of all the Yan people, as if once when he was young, the High Priest would speak to everyone kindly and kindly.

An inexplicable feeling of sadness rises from the bottom of every Yan's heart, with a little vicissitudes and confusion.

Boom Boom!

"What's that?!"

Jin Yumantang, who was protected by Zhang Boqi and several people, opened his eyes wide and looked at the raging flames that suddenly burned on the Yanren Mountain Peak. And as the flames burned, flames erupted from the bodies of the Flame Warriors who had fallen to the ground, seriously injured or had lost their lives.

Zhu Yan fell in a pool of blood, seeing that his serious injuries were dying, but he suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the many injuries on his body recovered and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I still remember when I was injured when I was a child, the high priest would always smile and touch the wound on his body, and a wisp of fire rose from the wound, and then it healed.

The tribe called it the "blessing of the high priest."

"Fan Huoyang" looked at the old face in front of him in shock, and the huge flames that were burning around him!

"You...... What did you do?! ”

He could clearly feel that the power of the fire stored in his body was constantly draining, like fuel supporting the burning of the raging flames, "Fan Huoyang" was wrapped in the raging flames, dark and hideous, and a terrible wail came out of his mouth.

The high priest's body was already illusory, as if it had been fused with the flames, and the old man's face was a little reluctant, a little nostalgic, and resolute.

"It's fate......

He ignored the crazy look on "Fan Huoyang's" face, and muttered to himself, "What I can't do before my physical body dies is to be done by my soul after all......

As the words fell, the look on his illusory face gradually became firm.

…………

Zhu Yan's expression was solemn, looking at the raging flames burning on the corpses of those clansmen who had lost their breath, and then turned into a little spark and fell on the Yan people who still showed signs of life on the side, like a panacea, the broken arm was reborn, and the scar fell off.

"What's going on?!"

Zhu Yan faintly had a bad premonition in his heart, and then a pillar of fire rose from the top of the peak, and there was a faint illusory figure standing in it, standing against the sky and the earth.

"No!!"

The poignant voice of "Fan Huoyang" came out of it, and then gradually lost its life.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

"Qiu Yan" also showed a look of anger and depravity on his feminine face, and then he only saw a wisp of red flame flying out of his chest, burning faintly, like an illusion, turning into a streamer of light and heading towards the direction of the demonic qi, as if he wanted to escape.

And Qiu Yan also fell unconscious as the flames flew out.

Rumble!

I saw a huge roar from the pillar of fire in the sky, and the illusory figure condensed into a huge flame head, revealing an inexplicable sense of old age, and there was an obvious hole in the center of the flame head's eyebrows, as if it had been pierced by something sharp.

"You must live well with the hope of all the deceased people and my last blessings."

There was a fluctuation from the huge flame head, and it was the voice of the high priest, which roared in the ears of all the living flames.

Zhu Yan didn't see the slightest emotion in his knife-like face, regardless of the injuries on his body, he forcibly stood up, looked in the direction of the flame head, knelt on one knee, raised his hands above his head, and the Fire God Order flew into his hands as if attracted by some force, and hissed: "Fire God bless, the holy flame will not be extinguished!" Hope will never be extinguished, and the flame will be passed on forever! ”

As he spoke, flames erupted from his body.

All the living flame people knelt reverently in that direction, flames burned on their bodies, and their mouths shouted: "Fire God bless, the flame will not be extinguished!" Hope will never be extinguished, and the flame will be passed on forever! ”

This is the scene of the death of the respected elder of the clan and the return of his soul to the sea of fire.

There was a flame burning faintly in the sockets of the flame skull, looking at the dotted flames, revealing an inexplicable meaning.

"I should have died...... It's been so long...... Even if the Lotus Fire doesn't come this time, in another ten years, the flame of my life will also be extinguished......"

Bursts of fluctuation came from the flame heads, as if to explain something, and as if talking to themselves.

"I have always been reluctant to die, and I have been reluctant to follow you who have followed me for generations...... But I have to die this time, and I just hope you can live well......"

"In exchange for my few lives, you can continue ......"

As the words fell, I saw that the flames above the flame's head were even more intense, as if they were about to burn everything to death.

"Fire God blesses, the flame is not extinguished! Hope will never be extinguished, and the flame will be passed on forever! ”

Zhu Yan roared in his mouth, only to feel that something was surging in his chest but it was suppressed.

Boom Boom!

There was no trace of attachment in the expression of the huge flame head, and it burned in the direction of boundless demonic energy.

"With my last blessing, survive well!"

All the Yan people knelt still, with a deep sadness in their eyes and a little hope.

Zhang Boqi and others had solved the crisis, standing in place, watching all this silently.

The severed arms and stumps and flames all over the ground seemed to tell the story of the battle, some monks died with an infinite desire for life on their faces, and some monks lingered with the fear of death in their eyes.

"Hope is not extinguished!"

Yun Ling muttered as he looked back in the direction of the billowing demonic energy.

With everyone's last blessings, hope will not be extinguished!