"You respect him very much." Li Xi'an said.

After a long silence, his voice sounded in the sea of ​​fire.

"Then why did you betray the grassland and pick up the treasure alone and cross the Great Xing'an Mountains to the south?"

Feng Siyu was stunned for a moment.

He shook his head suddenly and then came back to his senses and stared at Li Xi'an again.

"I can't tell you, it's not that I don't want to, but that I can't." His eyes were firm.

The green lamp in his hand was resisting him the flames that swept up again.

But suddenly, the wolf king concentrated his mind, and Li Xi'an also focused his eyes.

Behind the dark boy, a withered arm stretched out, wrapped in a wide blue robe.

The hand took the green lamp in his hand, and the originally illusory lamp suddenly solidified.

A strange wave filled the sea of ​​fire.

Li Xi'an had a doubt before. How could a boy with a low level of cultivation leave the grassland safely? Such a weak body would be easily flammed and destroyed in the divine fire, and the wind in the grassland would be the servant of the wolf king to bring information to him as his ears and ears. No matter how he imagined it, he would not be able to escape from a creature of Chengmian.

Now seeing the figure gradually emerging, he had the answer.

Li Xi'an could sense that the image above the boy's head was very similar to it. As long as it could stimulate the spirit in the image, it didn't matter what realm the person induced was. The withered human form of the lantern was very strange, and at this moment, the upper half of his body had stood up from the image.

The long, thick black hair was scattered, and only the smooth chin under the split hair was seen.

The woman in blue had a yellow body like a dead tree, but her face was not. The fairness that represents vitality and the yellow color that symbolizes death appeared on such an existence with a strange sense of coordination. She slowly lifted the green lamp in her hand, and the green flames burned in the gilded frame. The next moment, the surrounding sea of ​​fire gathered.

Until the flames on the ground no longer burn, the cyan fire engulfs the golden fire.

Li Xi'an lowered his eyes.

The pupils reflected the woman in blue condensed the sea of ​​fire engulfed by the green fire into meatballs or candy-like things and swallowed them into her belly. After eating them, several dull golden threads appeared on the surface of her withered skin.

His golden flame can be called a kind of divine fire.

The flames burning on the ground at this moment were no longer the kind of flames he had exploded on the wolf king before, but just the aftermath of the spread. But the burning sea of ​​fire was easily subdued and swallowed by the woman in blue who had manifested half of her body. What reminded him of.

"The severe drought in the Great Yan Dynasty lasted for three years, and God refused to give alms a drop of rain. Why? It turned out that there was Qingyi in the north of the Mo, and the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven went south! This man is extremely powerful, with a green lamp, and the legend can burn the water of the Yellow River clean..."

"The great witch Zhu's surname is Su, surrounded by red dragons. She crossed four mountains and crossed the yellow sand in the north of the desert to find the place of the Nvwu. As a result, a shocking battle started!"

What the storyteller chanted came to his ears.

Girls?

Li Xi'an looked at the haggard woman who had manifested half of her body.

He felt the gaze inexplicably.

The woman's eyes buried under her hair were also looking at him.

The next moment, the feeling disappeared. Li Xi'an knew that this was not an illusion, and that kind of gaze really existed for a moment.

Feng Aphasia's breathing is very careful.

He could feel the wind brought by the movement of the manifested shadow of the catalog swallowing the golden flames. The extremely dry wind made him subconsciously pursed his lips, and it turned out to be layers of dry and dead skin. This situation had never happened after he resonated with the catalog sealed in the ancient altar. The existence in the catalog had not appeared in this form. It has always been an illusory shadow, but just this illusory shadow is enough.

Now an entity appears.

Is the catalogue wise? Feng Siyu knows that the catalogue has wisdom, but those wisdoms are buried very deeply and cannot be touched at all. With this collection of goddesses for several years, Feng Siyu knows where the catalogue comes from and what it means. This is also the reason why he left the grassland and did not inform anyone, and even the Wolf King never told him.

This is a disaster.

If he fails, the disaster will at least not endanger the grassland.

The Wolf King stares at the half-body of the woman shown in the catalogue.

"So what are you doing?" Li Xi'an asked, "Come to see your king for the last time, or are you planning to save him with the things in your hands?"

"Trade." Feng Sashi paused.

"I think the Lord of Taihang will be interested in what I have in my hands."

"Do you know me?" Li Xi'an raised his eyebrows. The Wolf King didn't know who he was.

"As long as you walk through the Great Xing'an Mountains and go south, you will not know your name. As for the confrontation..." the boy smiled, "This catalog may really have such power, but it is not something I can control. The value of the transaction should be enough to exchange for Zhuo Nosali's life."

Obviously he was carrying something secret that forced him to leave the grassland, and even the king of the grassland never knew this secret.

Feng Siyu had no time to finish his words, and an extremely terrifying aura erupted.

The woman in blue in the catalog crawled out completely.

The withered human figure cannot even cover up the wide blue clothes, and many places are empty.

At this moment, the eyes of the three creatures here were on this woman. The Wolf King roared. He came from the grassland and knew the fear of the image by the grassland people, so he naturally knew what the existence of this image meant. He wanted to warn him, or even set off. But he couldn't make a sound, his broken throat could not support him to make a sound, and the dry spiritual energy maintained his vitality without any remnant.

He was indeed exhausted.

Beimo Tiannv.

An ancient legend.

It is often said in the grassland that the grassland is a gift from the gods, and the desert is its original appearance. Legend has it that the entire north was a desert at some point, and no drop of rain could fall on this land all year round, because a god was sleeping in this land. They said that the god was the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven. After descending to earth, he could not ascend to heaven again and was imprisoned on the earth.

The green clothes and green lamps burn all things. Wherever they go, there is a severe drought.

Zhuo Nosali did not expect that the treasure on the grassland would present this image. Before Feng Sayyu took the picture away from the grassland, it was not like this. At that time, a very beautiful woman was clearly painted.

If that really exists...

Zhuo Nosali's roar stopped, and the woman in blue lifted up the lantern and walked to the almost dying wolf king. Her figure was tall for ordinary people, but in front of this Chengmian King, it was like an ant facing a wolf.

The woman stretched out her hand.

Feng Siyu held his breath, and the flames burned to sweep the wolf king.

The wolf king's body was shrinking, maybe because she didn't want to look up, maybe for another reason. Zhuo Nosali was forced to transform, he had no spirit and was full of death energy, but the flame seemed to have a strange force, which brought him a faint vitality. When the green fire stopped on the wolf king, a burly man with his upper body appeared on the spot, with silver-gray hair, and stood up like a steel needle.

He was covered in mottled blood and could hardly find a complete place.

The left face was bloody and bloody, with only bloody eyes. Half of the face was also broken, and the bones were clearly visible. Zhuo Nosali noticed that the golden lines on the surface of the woman's skin became dimmer and almost invisible.

The woman took the fallen red Han sword and threw it into the sky. Li Xi'an took the faint sword and made it stand together like the Xi sword.

Very polite.

Li Xi'an commented in his heart.

But then, the woman turned around and looked at him.

A word was repeated constantly in his mouth, his voice was hoarse and repeated, like a broken machine.
Chapter completed!