Chapter 254

"Mom... Mom..."

Yang Xuan murmured, a little astringent. Maybe he hadn't said the word for too long.

He fantasized about countless scenes of meeting, crying with joy, embracing with tears, and being touched by his mother's head like others, even reprimanded

But what he didn't expect was that when he met for the first time, he saw only a spirit.

The intimacy from the depths of blood made him dispel some doubts. What the woman said seemed ordinary, but in fact it was the deepest secret in Yang Xuan's heart, especially blood.

Even his uncle didn't know the strange energy in his body, and only the little Panther knew a little.

"Xuan'er, can you forgive your mother?"

"Mom, xuan'er doesn't blame you."

Yang Xuan shook his head, even if his eyes glittered, but his face was very serious.

"Xuan'er knows that you must have difficulties. Besides, I'm fine now. Mom, xuan'er has arrived at Kaiguang now."

Then he raised his hand, and a little red light flew out of the palm of his hand.

However, as soon as the red light appeared, it flew towards the woman, hovered around her, cheered and jumped, as if it had found its destination.

As soon as the woman waved her hand, she also played a red light, which was combined with Yang Xuan's way. The light was full of time.

The whole cave seemed to be about to burn. The red light shone on every corner, and a hot high temperature came from it. A wooden frame in the corner even began to dry slowly and finally burned.

Strangely, there was no change in Yang Xuan's body, and even his hair did not curl at all, as if the heat had deliberately bypassed him.

"Pure Phoenix Fire, xuan'er... Did you get it from immortal sword?"

The woman's eyes were filled with joy and worry. Looking at the flames burning in the void, her face changed constantly.

Yang Xuan looked at her suspiciously and nodded: "yes, mother, there is a skill called liyanjue in the immortal sword."

"Then... What about the immortal sword?" The woman is a little nervous.

Yang Xuan didn't know why. He answered truthfully, "I was taken away by the Phoenix people. Several people with high accomplishments found me. They said it was a phoenix artifact and gave me this in exchange."

He took out the red wooden sword from his waist. His mind moved, and the wooden sword immediately hung in the air.

"Have you met the Phoenix people? They... What did they say?"

The woman pasted it up and stared at the wooden sword for a long time. The look in her eyes became more and more dignified.

Yang Xuanxuan said what was going to happen at that time in detail. Except for the little panther, he gave a general idea of his experience during this period.

The woman listened quietly. With Yang Xuan's narration, her face was sometimes nervous and sometimes relaxed. Until Yang Xuan finished, she was right and angry.

"What a palace of the state of Wei. When your father went to the state of Wei, even the Lord of the state of Wei should be careful to accompany him. Now he dares to fight my son, hum!"

The fluctuation of her spiritual power suddenly became strong, and the hot spiritual power suddenly splashed out. After falling to the ground, a huge pit appeared in the cave, and white smoke rose.

A strong murderous spirit filled the cave. Yang Xuan was not affected. He just looked at it as if some heartstring had been touched. A moment later, a crystal tear immediately slipped down the corner of his eye.

"Mom... I'm fine. Don't be angry."

He said it gently. As soon as his voice fell, the fluctuation in the cave suddenly stopped.

The anger in the woman's eyes fell rapidly and turned into guilt.

"It's all my mother's fault, xuan'er... As a Phoenix, you shouldn't have suffered this great crime."

"Mother, where are you now?"

Yang Xuan suddenly thought of it and asked.

Now the figure in front of us is composed of spiritual power, not real people.

"My mother is doing a very important thing with your father now. Will you come back to you when you are finished?"

The woman was obviously stunned. Finally, she had to hesitate.

"What... Happened."

Yang Xuan's eyes are wet. He has a long cherished wish for many years. Once he can see it, even if he has always been calm, it's hard to insist now. It's like a playful child who suddenly gets the toy he wants most.

"This..."

The woman hesitated and sighed at last.

In the cave, the flame was still not extinguished and there was no sound. It was just burning quietly. In the corner, a wooden frame had been burned into fly ash and piled on the ground.

The temperature in the cave kept rising, but Yang Xuan's face remained the same, not even a drop of sweat.

After thinking for a moment, the woman immediately pointed at the center of Yang Xuan's eyebrows, and a little unreal red light suddenly burst out and rushed into Yang Xuan's sea of knowledge.

The red light was very overbearing. He directly wrapped a black ball in Yang Xuan's sea, and then forcibly detained it.

That's the ghost fragment of Jiang Weisheng.

Then, the woman pointed at the flame for several times, and the light flashed at her fingertips.

At the same time, all the light and heat seemed to be locked in it, and the temperature in the cave began to drop rapidly.

Red mang rushed out of Yang Xuan's sea of knowledge with the fragments of Jiang Weisheng's spirit. The sphere condensed by the black fog was constantly twisted and changed, and finally a figure appeared.

Yang Xuan's eyes widened and his face was shocked.

The man was Jiang Weisheng, who should have died. Now he became manifest again, which immediately surprised him in a cold sweat.

"You... Who the hell are you?"

At this time, Jiang Weisheng had no high attitude at first sight. He looked at the woman in fear. The black fog kept surging and wanted to get rid of it.

The woman sneered and said, "you are not qualified to know the identity of this palace. Last time I didn't have time to solve you. I wanted to let you go. I didn't expect you to dare to do evil. Today, this palace will scare you."

As soon as her voice fell, the misty black ball entered the fire surrounded by runes.

There was no scream or cry, but in a moment, the black ball disappeared and was burned into nothingness by the fire.

Yang Xuan's mind is constantly shaking. The flame is the Liyan decision of his cultivation. Although he may have used some special methods, it will not change in essence. He even has a homologous induction.

However, such a seemingly insignificant flame turned the spirit of Jiang Weisheng, which could not be solved by the little black panther, into nothingness.