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Chapter 19: There are treasures everywhere

"Purple Fire God Lord!" Yuan Qing and the old beggar were stunned and said in surprise.

"Yes, the Purple Fire God Lord! It's the Purple Fire God Lord! I will be the Purple Fire God Lord from now on!" The Purple Fire God Lord laughed wildly, the purple flames behind him kept ejecting, but the seal of the Gods was constantly shrinking.

"But I don't know the God..." Yuan Qing said.

But I heard the Purple Fire God Lord say angrily: "You have a caterpillar stuffed into your ears. It's Purple Fire God Lord! It's not a God Lord!"

"Uh, the Lord of Purple Fire, it was Yuan who was neglected! Sorry! Sorry!" Yuan Qing said with a wry smile: "But I don't know if my friend is the elf born in this seal?"

"Elf, haha, elves!" The Purple Fire God Lord said with a crazy smile: "You two leave quickly. If you move forward, you will definitely make you into meat pies!"

After saying that, the Lord of Purple Fire turned around and flew into the seal, like a stream of light that could cut through all things in the world.

Yuan Qing and the old beggar were stunned and stared blankly at the strange man in front of him, or just an elf.

Just as the Purple Fire God Lord entered the God Seal, he suddenly smiled and left a message: "The most treasures here are purple fire, and the best treasure is purple fire. If you two have the ability, just take them casually, haha..."

Yuan Qing and the old beggar were inexplicably surprised.

"What a weird person. I didn't say anything when I asked, but I left but left a sentence." The old beggar said with a smile.

"It's a pity that there is no left behind any of the truly concerned issues." Yuan Qing shook his head and said regretfully.

The old beggar also shook his head and smiled, "My old friend is much greedy than my old beggar. This strange man is willing to leave the message that Zihuo is a treasure, so he should be satisfied. But as this person said, old friend, how can we use to get a lake and a half sea with so many treasures?"

Yuan Qing smiled miserably and said, "My old friend's greed really surprised Yuan. Over the years, I don't know how many people have made this fire idea, whether it is diligent in the art or the creation of magic weapons and weapons, but no one has succeeded. What's even more surprising is that as long as this fire leaves this place, it will be extinguished by itself, and it is impossible to save a little bit."

"It's a pity that this place is a treasure," the old beggar shook his head and smiled, "I just don't know what the use of this fire is. Since this person says it is a treasure, it is impossible to speak casually based on his temperament."

Yuan Qing nodded, and the two were silent for a moment, but no one could answer it after all.

The two of them looked at the flames of the God Seal that were constantly shrinking to the west and were stunned. After a long time, Yuan Qing asked: "My old friend came here, probably to observe the situation inside. It is definitely a good fortune to break in. Since the Purple Fire God Lord was born in the seal, his attack power and recovery power in the seal must not be compared with the same as outside the seal. What do friends think about the seal's disappearance?"

"Helpless, helpless, it seems that the weather is about to change!" The old beggar nodded first, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Oh my god!" Yuan Qing sighed meaningfully and asked. "In my old friend's opinion, how many suns and moons can this seal last?"

"It's not easy to calculate. Judging from the speed of the retreat, it's probably only three to five years." The old beggar said as he looked at the huge seal of the Gods that was constantly fading across the world and reaching the north and south, and his tone suddenly became heavier.

"My old friend's prediction is similar to mine. It seems that no matter what the future is, we need to prepare!" Yuan Qing sighed, and a feeling of a storm coming and wind filling the building was about to come.

"Since that's the case, where did I come from and where did I go!" After the old beggar said, he laughed and turned into a stream of light and shot away.

"Yuan should go find his disciple, too." Yuan Qing smiled bitterly, not knowing how many years had you suffered such a great loss; he waved his right arm and the originally ragged clothes became bright as before, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards the east.

The breeze was thrown out by the master, like a meteor, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, and finally landed on the ground, rolling and rolling far away.

The defensive magic cover attached to Qingfeng's master began to decrease from the moment it was thrown out. When it landed, it had completely disappeared. It immediately jumped on the ground like a bamboo basket and rolled on the ground, rolling miserably while rolling. When it finally stopped, it even screamed with a "scream", with his back on the ground, his feet facing up, and he rolled over with difficulty.

"Oh! It hurts so much, it hurts so much..." Qingfeng couldn't help screaming, and climbed up with great effort, looking at the purple desert around him. In front of him was a world that was increasingly purple.

"Be good," Qingfeng sat on the ground, touching the bag-filled brain egg and wondered: "Just just now, my master obviously asked me to sleep, but why did he get so far when I woke up and get kicked off like a football player! Hey, where is the old master?"

"Master!" Qingfeng sat on the ground and shouted openly; he shouted a few times, stood up, and shouted at each other.

After shouting, Qingfeng scratched his head with his right hand in wonder, and muttered to himself again, "Where is Master? Where is Master? Could it be that he was burned to ashes by the fire? Is this unlikely?"

Qingfeng was thinking about it, but he saw a hazy light flying in the sky in the distance. The speed was as fast as flowing light. In the blink of an eye, it became clearer and felt a substance. In the purple vastness covered with the sky and the earth, Qingfeng could no longer distinguish the color, and immediately decided that it was his master. After all, who had such a normal method and speed from the master; as the flowing light got closer, he immediately shouted loudly: "Master! Master! Master..."

When the first call is called, the light spot is as big as a fist; when the second call is called, the light spot is almost close; when the third call is called a "teacher", the "father" has not yet popped up, and the flowing light passed by Qingfeng's head, without any intention of staying, just as if the light spot itself has nothing to do with Qingfeng.

Qingfeng suddenly felt like he fell into the fog of ten miles. He suddenly sat on the ground with a loud bang, very confused, and said with great grievance: "Master, where are you? Do you want your disciple?"

Qingfeng said in a state of ignorance, and looked around. He saw that except for the fire wall of the God Seal as big as the heaven and earth in front of him, there was an endless desolation, purple desolation, from time to time, a wind that did not belong to the breath of the world blew towards him, rolling up a piece of purple sand; the loneliness and loneliness in his heart suddenly came out, and more of it was because he didn't know where he was going, and tears of grievance were almost falling.

Just when Qingfeng was in a state of grief, a light appeared in the distance, flying towards him at a speed like a stream of light.

"Master, is it a master?" Qingfeng murmured with tears in his eyes; he felt that the flowing light was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to fly away like the previous flowing light. He couldn't help but feel a soreness on his nose, and big tears fell off.

The stream of light flew closer and suddenly slipped down and appeared in front of Qingfeng. It was a man wearing a long suit and carrying a sword.
Chapter completed!