The flames were approaching, and the Skeleton Patriarch's face was covered with bones, and there was no smile to be seen, but the quivering jaw and strange screams showed that it was happy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Despite the cracked skull, it wasn't worried.

The splendid scholar and others were pale. Chen Feng couldn't move, but this head-on overturning flame was so fierce. They didn't want to believe it, but they had to admit that the flames had devastating power enough to burn everything up. If Chen Feng died, they would also lose the possibility of survival.

They were expecting Chen Feng to rise up and break the clamps, but Chen Feng completely disappointed them.

At the critical moment, Chen Feng did not perform the secret technique, but looked up, as if he was an idler standing under the summer night sky, looking up at the stars in the breeze.

You can't see the starry sky through the obstacles, and now is a matter of life and death, and it's not the time to look at the sky. But Chen Feng did this, and he did see the starry sky.

Did he admit death? That's on everyone's mind.

It's summer now, and there must be night insects chirping outside, hot winds blowing, and grass and trees swaying.

This season, the bright moon will dim some of its brilliance because of the Milky Way, and this sky is the time for the stars. Some nights, the moon simply stops showing its face, leaving everything to the stars and leaving them to twinkle alone. It's like the world, even though there are no heroes to save the world, but the people still have to live their own lives.

Chen Feng is so obsessed with the starry sky, especially the summer sky. When the moon is hidden, there are stars twinkling and jumping in the sky, they are the children of the moon, the spirits of the night. The stars are Chen Feng's childhood playmates, and he envies that the stars can overlook the enemy in the sky; Later, Xingxing also became Chen Feng's savior, when he was trapped by the red flame of the mother emperor, it was Dou Li who absorbed the star power and mastered the red flame.

Now, in the face of the surging flames, Chen Feng was not panicked. The cyan and red flames in his secret meridians cheered as if they felt their brother and sister.

Red, blue, purple, isn't this the three-color flame that Dou Li said?

Douli said that they were flames from heaven, and Douli said that all three flames would sing.

Chen Feng thought that the blue and red flames were all on him, and it was time for the purple flames to come back. He had their home, the mysterious statues of ancient gods and demons. Although this home cannot open the door for the time being, Chen Feng believes that he will open it after all.

Among the red, blue, and purple flames, the purple flame is the most powerful. However, the flames in front of him were not strong enough to be stronger than the other two fires. Chen Feng guessed that this flame was very incomplete, and the slight purple color said it all.

To subdue the purple fire, the principle should be the same as when subduing the red fire, and star power must be used.

Chen Feng was a little regretful, since he left Yin Hooligan Mountain, even though Chen Feng occasionally practiced at night, there was not much star power stored in the hidden meridians. He didn't dare to guarantee that these star powers were enough. Of course, he could choose not to use star power and fight against the other two-color flames, but it would be a pity to miss this opportunity.

He could see that the Skeleton Ancestor's Purple Fire was still very weak, but his control of the Purple Fire was like the Mother Emperor's to the Red Fire, all above him.

Fortunately, he still has the heavens, stars and moon beads on his body. Now the moon on the bead is close to fullness, and the two stars are shining brightly enough. The two stars of this month can help Chen Feng communicate with the bright stars.

When he was a child, the stars in his eyes were playful, lovely, and vibrant, and their light was so pure that it seemed to wash away all the filth of the world. However, he had also seen some stars in distant corners, the light not visible, watching alone. It's so similar to my childhood self, not so good, and I don't have many playmates. Today, he still feels like that star, lonely, but stubborn.

Who says you can't have your own dreams if you're humble? Don't grandstand, don't bewitch vulgarity, take your own path steadfastly, just to prove the meaning of existence. Don't retreat, don't slacken, ten thousand years are like a day, can the galaxy have a time to deflect?

The brightest stars, with their occasional long tails, draw a silver line and then quickly fade away. Fate is impermanent, but even if it finally falls to the ground, that star will be proud of its shining moment. Isn't it the same with the Mystic? Even if you become a secret venerable or a secret saint, you will definitely have the strength to be stronger than yourself, and you will naturally have a time to die.

However, when he stands on the top of his own peak and looks around at the invincible opponent, he will also be proud of his career in the secret world.

The old man often said, "The fall of a star means the death of a person." But Chen Feng felt that the fall of one star might mean the birth of another star. Shooting stars often pass through the night sky, but every year the sky is still as bright as ever, and the stars have not decreased.

A moment is enough to become eternal, and how is eternity not an instant? At the moment when Chen Feng was thinking, thousands of thoughts poured into his heart. He didn't need to do anything out of his way to already have a connection with the stars. The invisible star power relied on the heavens, stars, and moon beads to enter his secret meridians.

When the flames came, Chen Feng didn't move, but in front of him, a fireball automatically appeared, red on one side and green on the other, slowly turning.

"There is no sorrow, no joy, and I don't want to be sad or happy; Can't run away, and don't want to escape. More intense, more gorgeous, tireless, willing to be lonely, isn't this the star? Chen Feng stared at the fireball in front of him and said something that puzzled everyone.

But as he spoke, the Skeleton Ancestor's flames were like water poured into a whirlpool, and they involuntarily merged into the two-color fireball. A wisp, a wisp, a fluff, and finally all.

The fireball still swirled slowly, but the Skeleton Ancestor's monstrous flames were gone, as if the flames had never existed.

"What have you done to my Holy Flame? What have you done to my Holy Flame! "The Skeleton Ancestor can't feel the breath of the flames at all.

"In the vast universe, our lives are so small. You have exhausted your life for your dreams, and I am pursuing my dreams just like you. Maybe I'll endure loneliness like you did until the last moment. But I promise that at the end of our lives, our dreams will bloom without reservation. When Chen Feng said this, he suddenly didn't want to ask the Skeleton Ancestor about controlling the flames. For such an obsessed person, perhaps letting it go early is the greatest help.

After Chen Feng finished speaking, the fireball automatically flew towards the skull of the Skeleton Patriarch, instantly enveloping it.

No crying, no laughter, the Skeleton Patriarch found the flame it had always dreamed of.

It really gave everything for the dream.

In just an instant, the skull of the Skeleton Patriarch was gone, there were no ashes, nothing left. The fireball spun again, slowly burrowing back into Chen Feng's body.

Within his secret meridians, there was a liquid flame, red on one side and green on the other. In the middle of the blue and red, there is a faint purple. Although it is light, it cannot be ignored.