This cluster of flames looks like the kind of hunters who have painstakingly lit in the mountains and forests, and the weak ones seem to be dispersed by the wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The difference is that this small flame appeared out of thin air next to the strange rock.

This place...... Pei Yaqing looked up at the gray sky above his head, was this an illusion, or did he really fall into some weird space? Or...... That crack could be a teleportation array, and he and Xiao Yan'er were sent to a completely unfamiliar place?

Pei Yaqing thought about all the possibilities, and then began to rule them out one by one.

Hallucinations are categorically impossible.

Although he had never studied illusions, because the fire spirit body and the heavenly soul fire possessed it, he had always had a more unique ability to recognize these false things, because no matter what was burned, as long as it was burned by the cyan flame, even if it did not reveal its true face, it would still reveal flaws. What's more, although Xi Muyan only cultivated the Gu Lixiang, he wouldn't even be able to see that there was a phantom array here.

Teleportation Array ...... He's not so stupid that he can't even tell the difference.

Pei Yaqing looked at the lonely stones around him, spread out his palm, and a cluster of flames came out of his palm.

The cyan flame was not as weak as the flame next to the strange stone, but it was not lively, as if it was suppressed by something, it was just swaying slowly, burning gently and gently, and it was completely impossible to see the ferocity of the past.

Pei Yaqing frowned slightly, rubbed his hands together and hung them, and the small flames suddenly burst into a big fire dragon, roaring and flying towards the sky, whistling, as if he was going to burn a hole in the top of his head.

After the fire dragon got out of his hands. Pei Yaqing pinched a cluster of flames from its tail, stretched out his fingers, and the cyan flames obediently fell to the strange stone in front of him.

The strange stone is just a strange shape, but it is indeed a real stone. And how can it burn?

Underneath the stones, too, was bare, with yellow sand and dust, but there was no turf or grass, but on the surface of the stones, a fire suddenly broke out.

Pei Yaqing stood there motionless. Watch the fire spread around you quickly, and then surround yourself inside.

He closed his eyes with great enjoyment.

The fire was blazing, and the cyan flame seemed to have received some kind of help, but no matter how fierce the fire was, it always carried a restrained mood.

The warm firelight surrounded his body, and although Pei Yaqing closed his eyes, he felt everything around him, including the roaring fire dragon.

In an instant, the originally gray sky almost turned into a sea of cyan, and the fire dragon was stretching its body with its head and tail held high. The flames spread out, as if a magnificent and majestic curtain had been spread, covering all other colors.

Although the sky above was originally only a monotonous gray.

The flames burning on the stone gradually extended outward, and even if it was only the yellow sand and dust in the distance, the cyan flames swept away. It can even burn up!

The flames on the ground gradually joined together.

Except for the three feet within a radius of where Pei Yaqing was standing, the rest of the place had become a sea of cyan, and from a distance, it was almost connected with the cyan on his head.

Even with such a fire, it couldn't make Pei Yaqing, who was in the center, sweat a drop of sweat, burn a corner of his clothes, and scorch a hair.

He opened his eyes, and there was no trace of the smile that always hung in those deep, beautiful eyes like black pearls. It's empty and empty, and you can't see a little bit of vitality and vitality.

He slowly lowered his head.

Is the heavenly soul fire born to be a flame that destroys everything? No one knew, including the woman he loved, the master who loved him. The subordinates who were in awe of him, no one knew why he always had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and even when he was killing, he always bent the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing.

It is not an easy thing to suppress the clamor in the body.

Just like now, he could feel that the fragile shell in his body seemed to be about to be revealed by something.

Suddenly, in a sea of cyan, a little different color suddenly appeared.

His eyes widened suddenly.

It's too small and too easy to ignore, but it's there!

At the beginning, at the place where the small flame appeared, there was a small red dot, like a flat boat in a storm in a cyan color, although it was small, but it made Pei Yaqing feel the joy in his heart.

It's just that in the next second, that little red dot was swallowed up by cyan!

The cyan flame swept away, burying that bit of red, Pei Yaqing felt that the beast in his heart seemed to have torn open a corner of the cage, and there was a possibility of breaking out of the body at any time!

Dangerous!

Pei Yaqing's breathing began to speed up, he sat down suddenly, quickly clicked at the three big acupoints in front of him, and then sealed his hands, and the spiritual power in his body began to run wildly.

In just a few moments, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks, along his neck, and into the placket.

The pale face contrasted sharply with the inky robe.

However, in the next second, his face showed a strange cyan pattern!

The pattern began to appear from behind the root of the ear, like the ghost blood vine that entwined the branches, one after another, twisted and twisted, intertwined with each other, growing rapidly, starting from Pei Yaqing's chin to spread upward, like those hellish lotuses in the unique garden of the heavenly sky, a beautiful and deadly flower was fixed on Pei Yaqing's right cheekbone, and the blooming flower heart was just aimed at his black pearl that was cherished by Xi Muyan.

Pei Yaqing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had become extremely cold.

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When Xi Muyan leaned on the wall, he knew that something was wrong.

It's just that she can't get rid of it.

I had to take one step at a time.

Only this time she felt a lot more at ease.

Although there was no Pei Yaqing's tall figure behind her, she knew that he must have followed. Even if you can't see him, even if you're no longer around.

Xi Muyan calmed down his mood, knowing that there was someone fighting side by side with him, it was really good.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. She closed her eyes.

Even so, she seemed to feel the snow white that stinged her eyes.

It's so dangerous, I'm almost blind. Although I usually say that I am blinded, if this scene really happens, it is really scary.

The snow-capped earth is also white at the end of the line of sight. Even the occasional old dead tree was covered with sparkling snow and ice on its thin branches.

Wrapped in silver, it is extraordinarily enchanting.

It's so quiet that you want to go crazy.

Xi Muyan lowered his head slightly and tilted to the side, revealing his snow-white neck.

The fur coat that he had taken out of the ring was just right to wear, along with a scarf, gloves, and a hat.

The plush is very pleasant to the touch, and it couldn't be better in this ice and snow.

This is Xi Yan's clothes specially made for her, the material taken is the finest mink, tanned with a special secret method, and the thread is personally pinched by the world's most skillful craftsman. It has become the most precious set of snow needles.

The so-called "snow needle" is that in the weather of ice and snow, wearing such a coat and cloak, the cold breath can not enter a trace, and the stronger the wind and snow, the warmer the clothes.

The hat is pressed down. Half of his face was covered, and his eyes were also covered.

In such a white land, it is better to pay attention.

Stepping forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot, Xi Muyan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the tip of his cold nose seemed to be able to feel a trace of heat. This snow is also thick, so you can bury people, right?

Xi Muyan thought silently, and as soon as he lifted his foot, he heard a slight click.

It's the sound of wood breaking.

Xi Muyan turned his head, and although he covered his eyes, he subconsciously faced that side.

Then there was the rustle of snow and ice falling.

"What's that?"

She muttered softly. But he moved quickly, raised his hand and waved, and the night drew a straight line in the air, and simply inserted it into the snow.

There is no movement, is it dead or run?

Xi Muyan tilted his head slightly. Stunned ears.

Can't it be your own judgment?

Xi Muyan raised his hand and rubbed his face with the palm of his furry hand with gloves, before exhaling hot air and said, "Could it be that I heard it wrong?" ”

Shaking off the non-existent snowflakes on his clothes—once the snowflakes landed on the fur, they would melt—Xi Muyan leaned sideways and waved his hand.

Most of the night was already buried in the snow, and with Xi Muyan's movements, a canopy of snow was brought out.

After such a while, the wind and snow seem to be a little heavier.

Xi Muyan grabbed the hilt of the sword in the night, but slammed it into the surface of his foot until he entered without a handle!

There seemed to be a sound, but there seemed to be nothing.

Xi Muyan thought about it, took a flower from the storage bag, crumpled it casually and sprinkled it around, and then quietly picked up the brim of his hat.

At her feet, where the night pierced, a red gradually soaked up, staining a large patch of white on the soles of her feet.

Xi Muyan reached out and pulled out the long sword in the air, only to see that the sword was a fat hare.

Hare?

Xi Muyan stared at a pair of beautiful eyes, when will this rabbit be able to go to the sky and into the earth? Stepping on tree branches and drilling in the snow is not a rabbit's specialty.

"Hmm, is this God's destiny to improve my food?"

Xi Muyan curled the corners of his mouth, and regretted that Pei Yaqing was not by his side at the moment, and there was one less free laborer.

Stuffing the rabbit into the storage bag, Xi Muyan rose to his feet, and his toes touched the snow a little, and he disappeared like a harrier.

Just where she had just stabbed her sword, a head crept out.

Then it sank quietly.

Xi Muyan picked a thicker tree and stood still, wielding a long sword to shovel up the snow within a radius of ten zhang.

In the middle of the snowflakes flying, the left hand continued to cast the trick, and the remnants of the thin white fingers fell, and in front of Xi Muyan, a small house made of ice and snow appeared.

Walking in, she took off her cloak and hung it at the door as a curtain, and Xi Muyan took out the belongings she had brought with her everywhere - a fluffy warm blanket.

In such an environment, it would be so pleasant to eat a fragrant rabbit leg.