Burning dreams, offering sacrifices to the mountains and rivers gl

"Although the power of the inner alchemy of the newly transformed dragon is not as amazing as that of a real dragon, it is more than enough if it is just to bring the dead back to life."

The dragon's cry disappeared completely, and the golden flame in midair was very much like the true flame of returning to the ruins that destroyed the age of the gods, the fire of destroying the world that even the gods could not resist.

Jue Qianlian would never have thought that such flames would belong to Luo Xianchen, but that's how it should be.The Xuanyao protoss pinned their hopes on Guixu Zhenyan, and the artifact just opened the channel and let her go back to the past.

"Don't you want it?" Luo Xianchen half-closed his eyes, placed the demon pill on the ground, turned around and walked towards the high ground.

The hand holding the Shangyu sword tightened a bit, the coldness in the golden eyes gradually subsided, but just as Jue Qianlian took a step, his body was surrounded by golden flames.

"I know what you're thinking, but there's only one thing I want to say." Luo Xianchen didn't look back, but straightened her back and looked in the direction of Bai Xianhua, "Even if you sacrifice all of you, I will continue to live In this world, but the day of the end has not yet come, please be quiet."

"No one can defeat Jin Yan, so what are you still afraid of?" Jue Qianlian glanced at Jin Yan who was only blocking the way but not getting close, and couldn't help testing him.

"Baili Tangyi once said that the Xuanyao artifact cannot hurt me in the slightest, so even if you all work together, there is no way to beat me."

Luo Xianchen opened his hands, watching the white palms gradually covered with golden patterns, "Instead of losing the only life, it's better to spend the rest of my life in peace, never having a thousand loves."

Shangyu sword suddenly became hot, and Jueqianlian was caught off guard by the sudden high temperature, and Luo Xianchen's figure disappeared in the same place after such a delay.

"Let's go."

Luo Xianchen glanced at Bing Qimao and Luo Chenmo who were hanging down, knowing that there was only hostility between the survivors and Xuanyao, so he didn't say much at the moment.

Bai Xianhua seemed very tired, such a big movement did not wake her up, her slender eyelashes covered those deep black eyes, and there was only a moment of stillness left.

Embracing the other's slender body, Luo Xianchen buried her head on Bai Xianhua's shoulder, and a faint sigh slipped out of her mouth.

As Jin Yan's light faded, the white hair on his head was dyed back to pitch black, and even the crimson in Luo Xianchen's eyes became gloomy.

After carrying Bai Xianhua on her back, Luo Xianchen jumped off the high ground without looking back, a pale flame illuminated her way forward, but it couldn't warm her cold body.

It was as if this body no longer belonged to her, every step was extremely difficult, Luo Xianchen's eyes suddenly went dark, and he couldn't help but fell forward.

There was a muffled sound when her knee hit the hard ground, and a sharp long sword was pressed against her forehead.Jue Qianlian held the sword and looked down at Luo Xianchen who was sweating profusely.

"stop!"

A burst of thunder suddenly fell, shaking Jue Qianlian away, and raised Luo Xianchen under the other's puzzled gaze.Bingqimao's warm brows and eyes were full of helplessness, "Let's go back with the Lord, this is Chenmoo's intention."

Luo Xianchen froze in place in astonishment, different from her surprise, Luo Chenmo had already made a decision, and still stayed by the other party's side to fulfill her original wish, even though what was waiting for her was death.

Maybe the two of them have never thought that Luo Xianchen is the ghost of Xuanyao, but in fact, it is not difficult to guess a little if you think about it carefully.Luo Xianchen can't be a half-demon, because there is no half-demon in the world who can have demon skills, let alone this kind of ten-style flame that can change colors freely and is not inferior to the survivors.

What's more, flames have always been Xuanyao's symbol.The Xuanyao protoss, who forged tens of thousands of artifacts, relied on this kind of natal fire. Even though they were bitten through their bodies by the highly poisonous three-headed snake, they continued to survive.

Luo Chenmo didn't want to guess how the Xuanyao protoss got the Guixu Zhenyan and put the fire on Luo Xianchen.

"Save her." Luo Chenmo put down the Yan Yan, glanced at the uncertain Jue Qianlian, and said after a while, "You can't defeat the Guixu Zhenyan."

Everyone can see the miserable situation of Jiaolong, even the Jiaolong who has lived for thousands of years can't stop Jin Yan, let alone these little kids?Even though the Demon Race has always claimed to be the strongest, no one can hold their head up in front of Guixuyan.

"The old ancestors want me to kill all the survivors, recover the artifacts, and activate the Taixu Formation." Luo Xianchen leaned halfway on Luo Chenmo's body, took a breath and continued, "But I don't want to kill you, let alone end this History of the Eight Kingdoms."

Jue Qianlian bent down and picked up the dark demon pill.The golden eyes glanced at the four people who had already left, "To kill or not to kill is not your decision alone."

After passing through the huge waterfall, what is printed in front of you is a continuous underground city, and there is a dead silence everywhere in the dark world.

"This is the imperial capital of the previous dynasty? Although it is a dilapidated ruin, it is still very grand." Bing Qimao stopped and stopped all the way, looking around, and she could see that she was very interested in this place.

"Qihao, hurry up."

Luo Chenmo couldn't help but stop, and looked back at Bing Qimo who was in a daze.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be someone there." Bing Qilai pointed to the dark river in the distance.

"It might be Qingshi, she came down early in the morning." Luo Xianchen motioned to take a look.

But when they approached, they stopped, because squatting by the bank of the dark river was an old man with gray hair.