The First Immortal of the Heavens

Only Bing Yuyan can stop Zhang Yang's sudden move, and no one else can.

The foundry does not have much strength.

In front of Zhang Yang, Yan Chihuo and Yan Mengqing appeared to be a little different.

This is a forbidden place again. Outsiders can't enter casually, nor will it arrange for experts to guard it up close.

So Bing Yuyan didn't stop him, and Zhang Yang easily kicked the yin and yang gossip furnace.

Even Zhang Yang had an inexplicable illusion, as if he saw a monkey kicking over the gossip stove, which seemed familiar, but strange, he felt that he was affected by the stone monkey in the bloodline world.

Kicked out and heard Yan Chihuo's sorrow, he almost cursed in anger, and said angrily: "The disaster of the fart, your Chiyan Dynasty is lucky."

The frantic foundry, who were supposed to be mad, almost rushed forward and desperately.

In their eyes, the yin and yang gossip furnace is extremely sacred.

"What? Good luck?" Yan Chihuo was stunned.

Yan Mengqing said, "Did the Holy Master discover something?"

The answer to them was that Zhang Yang picked up the Ruyi golden holy baton with both hands and drew it fiercely towards a piece of yin and yang hot coal that had flew out because the yin and yang gossip furnace fell.

boom!

Ruyi's golden holy baton weighs 360,000 kilograms. It is swung by publicity, even if it is not blessed by the martial arts of holy power, but the power that has not been stimulated by its own divine golden body, it is already super abnormal.

A stick, the yin and yang hot coals were blown apart.

Whoosh whoosh...

Ever since, golden lights flew out in all directions.

The golden light whizzed with a sharp wind.

Bing Yuyan, Yan Chihuo, Yan Mengqing, the foundry masters clearly saw that the golden light was actually golden seeds, all only the size of a fingernail of a thumb, where it flew down, the boiling flame was also As if being drawn, one after another gathered from all directions, forming a group of flames.

The golden seeds fell in it.

There was a humming sound.

Then, everyone saw that the infinite holy path secret patterns in the land of the holy fire were all in motion, quickly interweaving and gathering in them, and the magma-like liquid flowing out of the Yin-Yang gossip furnace was also pulled by some wonderful force and divided into one. Dao line of fire, submerged in each flame group.

Yan Chihuo and Yan Mengqing felt the wild turbulence of their own blood again.

As the Holy Body, Yan Chihuo has reached the extreme of blood rejuvenation in this way, and the true meaning has emerged, and he has directly become the real second Jin Shengtian genius.

He breathed quickly, his eyes pierced and looked at the flames, and said excitedly: "Holy Lord, what is this? Why do I feel related to the ancestor?"

Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Ah? Then why did you kick the yin and yang gossip stove and beat the yin and yang hot coals." Yan Chihuo asked.

Zhang Yang said: "It was the Chiyan Sacred Crane who asked me to do it, and his final approach gave me a very tragic and majestic feeling, as if it was with endless sorrow, so I did it."

Yan Chihuo frowned and said, "Could it be that the ancestor?"

He did not dare to continue.

Why Chiyan Sacred Crane is tragic and strong is very puzzling.

After a while, everyone found that the flame groups began to change.

"Huh? This is the flame lotus?" A foundry carefully observed and saw the flame group evolving in front of him.

Zhang Yang and others also watched.

With the help of the golden eyes, Zhang Yang can clearly see that the flames are indeed evolving in the shape of the lotus, and the petals are outlined in life, and the veins on the petals are clearly visible. The key is that the aura that exudes is very magical. .

"That legend!" Yan Mengqing whispered.

Yan Chihuo blinked, a red tide of excitement suddenly appeared on his face, his breathing was short of excitement, his eyes gleamed, and he trembled: "Is it going to come true?"

Zhang Yang and Bing Yuyan looked at each other. They didn't have any impression of the legend of the Chiyan Dynasty.

Yan Chihuo explained: "There is a legend in West Desert that the emperor does not die. That is to say, in the most brilliant era that eternal night without immortality began, anyone who called the emperor did not die, and they were mysteriously missing. Tai Huang, like our ancestor Chi Huang."

Zhang Yang frowned, the Chi Huangyan magical power also mysteriously disappeared?

"Our ancestor cannot be said to be missing, because at the beginning the ancestor was sitting in a coffin, and then placed in a coffin and placed in the ancestral hall for support. Thousands of years later, a great talent was born and his blood returned to the ancestor, showing the true meaning of perfection. The ancestor was not dead, and left a mysterious sentence in his blood." Yan Chihuo continued.

Yan Mengqing said: "For this, of course no one believes it, but our ancestors used to use secret methods to explore the coffin, which was empty, but no one dared to open it. Therefore, there is a saying in our royal family that the ancestor mysteriously disappeared. "

Yan Chihuo said, "Now I also see the words left in the blood of the ancestor."

When Zhang Yang and Bing Yuyan listened, they felt so mysterious and full of fantasy.

Is the Chi Huang Yan magical power really not dead?

"What is it?" Zhang Yang asked.

Yan Chihuo breathed heavily, looking at the blooming flame lotus flowers with scorching eyes, and said in a very low voice: "The eternal golden lotus is beginning, and the ancestor soul is back!"

Eternal Golden Lotus?

Zhang Yang looked at the golden lotus flowers that were taking shape, which originated from the sacred fire, from the Yin-Yang Bagua furnace, and both existed for eternity.

This is indeed in line with the so-called "eternal golden lotus bloom" argument.

Is it possible that the ancestor of the Chiyan Dynasty, Chi Huangyan's magical powers, can really return?

Not die after sitting down?

what is this.

As far as he knows, not to mention saints, even immortals have five decays, old death, of course, the so-called old death’s life span is far from the sage can compare, but this also means that there is no immortal .

Why doesn't the Chi Huangyan magical powers die?

He frowned.

In my memory, it seems that the Emperor Tai's incarnation as a robbery is not considered dead, and the Wanmi Ghost King incarnate as a robbery is not considered dead, and there may even be more mysterious things hidden, but they are closely related to Yong Yetian.

What's the matter with this Chihuang Yan supernatural power?

During their conversation, the flame lotus finally began to take shape.

Blossoming, planted in the land of holy fire.

Both Yan Chihuo and Yan Mengqing were extremely excited, and the two of them also stirred their blood with all their strength.

After a period of time, Yan Mengqing was a little slower than Yan Chihuo, and the bloodline was still fully returned to the ancestors, the true meaning emerged, and he also saw the ten words imprinted in the bloodline.

When their vitality spread and sank into the blooming golden lotus, these eternal golden lotus swayed, giving the entire land of the holy fire a little bit of golden light.

In the stamen of the eternal golden lotus center, there are endless mysteries in the interpretation, and it absorbs the mystery of the heaven and the earth and blends into it. After the qi qi shoots out the golden light, straight into the sky, converging into a hazy figure.

The figure gradually solidified, turning into a figure of a middle-aged man wearing a golden crown and a royal shirt, with a majestic face and a majestic look.

thump! thump!

Yan Chihuo, Yan Mengqing, and casting masters knelt on the ground one after another.

They cheered excitedly.

"Later-generation grandchildren pay homage to the ancestor!"

Only Zhang Yang and Bing Yuyan stood, watching the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, the ancestor soul of the Chiyan Dynasty, his eyes glowed with brilliant golden light, he exhaled and made a sound, and his mouth was like thunder roaring.

"I want the emperor to return, guard the eternal night and never change the sky!"

In one word, the land of the holy fire became silent.

Zhang Yang grasped the Ruyi golden hoop holy baton tightly, and he smiled bitterly: "The disaster has really come, the ancestor of the Chiyan Dynasty is actually a running dog of Yong Yetian."