Fighting the Flame Emperor Huoxuan

After finishing speaking, Huo Xuan took a step forward slowly, his eyes swept across the hall, and then his palm was bent into a claw shape, and he directly grabbed the skeleton on the stone seat.

"come over!"

With a soft drink in his mouth, the suction force of Huo Xuan's palm soared, and the terrifying force directly tore open the space in front of him, and the skeleton was also forcibly pulled out of the sealed space, and then it could only be transformed into a The jade white light flew towards Huo Xuan's palm.

Although there is a trace of soul remnants left by the strong in ancient times on the skeleton, but for Huo Xuan, who is also a fighting saint, it is not difficult to deal with. It has been broken.

And as the bones fell into Huo Xuan's hands, the stone puppets around the stone seat also suddenly opened their eyes that had been closed for countless years at this moment, and a strong murderous aura permeated the air at this moment. open!

The seal in the hall was cracked by Huo Xuan, and those puppets sitting cross-legged also came to their senses at this moment. Although the strength of these puppets were all at the Dou Zun level, they shot at the same time at this moment, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

"Those puppets are awake."

Zi Yan, who was standing beside Huo Xuan, raised her two small willow eyebrows immediately, because these powerful puppets who only knew about killing had already included her in the attack range.

Although the little face was eager to try, Zi Yan still retreated obediently behind Huo Xuan. These puppets didn't know the pain, and they didn't feel the thrill of victory at all when fighting with them.

Seeing that Zi Yan did not act mischievously, Huo Xuan also nodded in satisfaction, women should follow behind men, otherwise he would feel distressed if he was injured.

As for the puppets who were killed, Huo Xuan didn't care at all, because Dou Zun and Dou Sheng are almost a process of qualitative change, and there is almost nothing that can make up for the gap between the two...

"Lock!"

Huo Xuan sneered, and suddenly, he saw that the space in front of him within a radius of [-] meters was frozen in an instant, and with the solidification, it seemed that there was still time...

And in this frozen space, the violent figures of those Dou Zun puppets also turned into sculptures. This is the absolute suppression of absolute power. In the face of real power, everything is useless...

Chapter 8 The Underworld Stele

When freezing this group of puppets, Huo Xuan also threw the bones in his hand to Zi Yan, and then took the time to look at them.

Because of the close distance now, he was able to see clearly that the surface of the bodies of these puppets seemed to be wrapped with layers of strange off-white cloth strips. These cloth strips shone with the same luster. Such a strong defense, even the full blow of the Dou Zong powerhouse, cannot break this strange cloth strip.

Between the eyebrows, soul power gushes out quickly, and then penetrates into these puppets as fast as lightning, but this time, Huo Xuan is not as lucky as last time, because at the place where the puppet planted the imprint, he noticed a wave of Incomparably powerful branding, this kind of branding was definitely placed by the ancient fighting saint himself, which caused these puppets to go through countless years and still carry out the orders he arranged meticulously.

"The imprint is too strong, and it will take a lot of effort to erase it." Thoughts flickered in his mind, Huo Xuan quickly made up his mind that these puppets are still useful to him, and soul power is his forte However, it is not impossible to decipher the soul imprint left by that ancient Dou Sheng.

Taking a breath, Huo Xuan's soul power in the early days of that day was like a tide, surging out from the center of his brows, and then brought an extremely terrifying coercion, like lightning, plundering the puppets Go, wherever you pass along the way, the space oscillates, and black cracks spread quietly!

"Ding!"

The moment Huo Xuan's majestic soul power collided with the imprints in those puppets, an invisible wave suddenly surged out from the puppets, and finally hit hard on the main hall. Suddenly, the walls trembled and cracked. Cracks the size of a fist opened.

Ignoring the changes in the main hall, Huo Xuan's soul power gushed out continuously, and finally, wave after wave, it hit the soul imprints in the puppets.

Following Huo Xuan's steady stream of soul impacts, after nearly a few minutes, a series of subtle clicking sounds finally came quietly from the bodies of the puppets.

Although the soul imprint set by the ancient fighting saint is indeed extremely powerful, but no matter what, it is only a imprint.

When Huo Xuan erased the soul imprints in those puppets, Zi Yan at the side also tore off the ribs with strange characters in the bones.

Glancing at it, he saw that the ribs were covered with strange words, these words shone with a very fine luster, and looked like living creatures, slowly wriggling.

The treasures left by the fighting saint are all first-class treasures. Although Huo Xuan doesn't like it, he still keeps it. Maybe there will be places where he can use it in the future.

With a slight smile, Huo Xuan immediately said that all those things should be put into the ring, and then went to Donglong Island with Zi Yan.

After all, Huo Xuan also knows the importance of the original fruit of the dragon and phoenix. That thing is a fruit formed by absorbing the vitality of the ancient dragon and the ancient sky phoenix. It would be perfect for Zi Yan to refine it.

For one thing, Zi Yan is the only person in the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan who has preserved the royal blood (Zi Yan's father is still imprisoned in the Doudi Cave, so on the bright side, only Zi Yan has the royal blood) Second, she is young, has strong plasticity, and can easily absorb the energy of the original fruit of the dragon and phoenix. Therefore, if Zi Yan successfully refines the original fruit of the dragon and phoenix, her strength and blood will also skyrocket to a higher level level.

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After sending Zi Yan back to Donglong Island, Huo Xuan stayed there for a few days, and then he went to the Nine Nether Land python clan alone.

After all, for Huo Xuan, the most important thing now is strength, as long as he has free time, Huo Xuan must find a way to quickly improve his strength.

Today's Huo Xuan already has the strength of a one-star Dou Sheng, but relying on the secret technique of his Emperor Dou bloodline and the power of the different fire bonus, even a three-star Dou Sheng powerhouse, Huo Xuan can fight.

Therefore, according to the memory in the original book, Huo Xuan easily found Yaoming who was trapped at the bottom of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, and successfully helped him set things right, regaining his position as the patriarch of the Nine Nether Underworld Python clan.

At this moment, the Mingpyg family in Jiuyou land has undergone major changes. Naturally, there will be some bloodshed incidents overnight, but Huo Xuan ignores these things. After all, this is a matter of other people's clan, and he does not care about it even if he is a foreigner. Good to meddle.

After a night of cleaning, it lasted until dawn and finally gradually calmed down. When the morning glow poured down from the sky, Yao Ming appeared in front of the room where Huo Xuan was temporarily living. Set off to sweep towards the back mountain.

The two of them didn't stop at all along the way. In just ten minutes, they landed on an ancient altar.

This altar is extremely majestic, and it is entirely made of blue boulders. In the center of the altar, a huge pale yellow stone tablet about a hundred feet long stands here lonely, and an ancient atmosphere permeates it, as if it has existed forever. .

"Is this the legendary Yellow Spring Stele..."

Huo Xuan looked up at the huge stone tablet. On the stone tablet, many strange runes were engraved, and there was a strange light flickering faintly.

On this stone tablet, a huge finger and a palm print half a zhang deep are engraved, and some strange information spreads out from it. Presumably this should be the so-called training method of the so-called Huangquan Finger and Huangquan Palm.

Huang Quan pointed out that breaking life and death, Huang Quan's wrath, shattering people's souls, in this stone tablet, it records what Huang Quan Yao Sheng has learned all his life, and the famous skill of Huang Quan Yao Sheng back then: Huang Quan Tian Fu, is recorded in the depths of the stone tablet , so far no one has been able to obtain it.

Yaoming first saluted solemnly in front of the stele, then slowly backed away, looked at Huo Xuan, and said, "This is the Huangquan stele of my Nine Nether Land Python Clan, and Huangquan Tianfury and Yaosheng The blood essence is hidden deep within it, but as for whether it can be obtained, it depends on Brother Huoxuan."

Nodding silently, Huo Xuan looked solemnly at the stele. On it, he felt an extremely tyrannical pressure of the soul. Just a trace of remnant soul possessed such a tyrannical pressure. Demon Saint, what an unrivaled powerhouse...

Chapter 9 The Underworld Demon Saint

"Back then, I once tried to obtain the cultivation method of Huangquan Tianfu and the blood of the demon saint in the stone tablet, but when my soul power just invaded the stone tablet, I was so shocked that I vomited blood and collapsed, and I took a full rest It took half a year to recover."

Looking at Huo Xuan's solemn appearance, Yaoming also sighed lightly, looked at the stele with apprehension, and said, "Even though my strength is many times stronger than before, I have a feeling that if I do it again, I'm afraid it won't end much better than last time."