Chapter 916

The colorless and transparent flame floats quietly and keeps this state all the time. It looks very soft and there is no danger.

But ye Zichuan is full of vigilance. This is something left by Emperor Yan. Even the golden flame is inferior. It has a terrible power.

The soft light rippled like water, and ye Zichuan's whole body was washed.

He didn't feel the danger, he just felt a sense of harmony.

His hands gradually close to the transparent flame, the flame is still slowly burning, there is no difference.

Behind him, the old man's neck stretched so long that he could not help clenching his fist and staring at Ye Zichuan's every move.

When he saw Ye Zichuan approaching the colorless flame unharmed, the God awn in his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp and penetrated the void.

Ye Zichuan's heart beat a little faster. He was so touched by the colorless flame.

There was a warm feeling in the palm of his hand, and there was no other danger.

He even felt that the flame was like life, conveying an emotion, testing him, touching him, feeling who he was.

This is the fire left by Emperor Yan. It has existed here for hundreds of millions of years and no one can take it away.

Today, is it finally going to find its new owner?

Ye Zichuan took a deep breath and slowly drew his hand back.

The flame in his palm also moved, and did not jump out of his palm.

Seeing this scene, the old man's eyes are more and more bright.

The next moment, without warning, he shot directly.

Boom!

The breath of terror explodes here. It's like a prehistoric beast trapped for countless generations has been born. The breath is too old, too grand and boundless. It's like the star river of the universe pouring down and drowning a corner of the mythical battlefield!

The ordinary old man exudes such a terrible atmosphere, which is much stronger than the master.

Ye Zichuan's back hairs are standing up, feeling great danger, unprecedented!

The power of origin!

And it's very rich and powerful. It's like mastering a law of the universe, which can be created.

The old man's eyes were burning with a huge golden flame, and the sea of fire around him was boiling.

The flames all over the corner of the luminous body are converging here, like an ocean, which completely submerges here.

At this time, it seems to feel this kind of breath. The transparent flame in Ye Zichuan's palm seems to have been frightened, and suddenly soared a lot.

A kind of creepy Qi is flowing out here. Even ye Zichuan has a feeling that all the souls of the dead are coming out.

The transparent flame broke out. It just leaked out a little power, and forced back the golden flame all over the sky.

The old man raised his fist and hit Ye Zichuan on the back.

Ye Zichuan is in great danger!

In the front is the fire that suddenly revives, and in the back is the most powerful one who attacks and kills.

Life on the line!

When!

With a roar, Shennong tripod burst out a hundred million meters of light, and the copper rust on it was shining. It was like an ancient totem and imprint came alive. There was a prehistoric breath, and it came across the universe.

The air of xuanhuang is flowing, one by one, just like the river of heaven.

Shennong cauldron suddenly became bigger, exuding the supreme atmosphere, just like the emperor in the world, there is the emperor's breath in the air.

"Emperor Yan?"

The old man's eyes became extremely bright, staring at the Shennong cauldron in the air, as if facing the enemy, his face was full of deep hatred and killing!

Whoosh!

At this time, the flame in Ye Zichuan's palm also flew out and merged with Shennong Ding.

Dong!

A dramatic shock is like beating a drum, or a giant walking, which makes the whole mythical battlefield follow a shock.

A breath came to life.

Every living creature in the mythical battlefield feels it, just like an invisible mountain pressing on their heart, which makes them panic and suffocate.

This breath is too terrible, just like the emperor overlooking the universe, majestic and majestic!

Dong! Dong!

One after another, like stepping on people's heart, people's heart can not bear, almost burst.

Ye Zichuan's eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring at Shennong Ding.

In Dingkou, there are fragments of time flying, all kinds of terrible scenes in the interpretation, the change of the sun and the moon, the disillusionment of the stars, and the reincarnation of the universe.

A breath of terror, such as the flood burst out, will be half a mythical battlefield are submerged.

Dong! Dong!

The sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer, and the tripod mouth is bursting with boundless light. Hundreds of millions of rays of light are incomparably bright, and the sky is full of fragments of time.

With endless flames and turbulent light and heat, a figure came out of the cauldron, which seemed to run through the past, present and future, and across the world.

In the transparent flame, a figure appeared.

I can't see his true face clearly, and he is not tall, but standing there, he seems to be the center of the whole universe, and all the heavens and regions are at his feet, trembling and moving.

"Emperor Yan!"

The old man's eyes burst out with a roaring voice.

It's hard to imagine that just now he still highly praised Emperor Yan, but now he showed such a killing intention, just like the hatred engraved in his bones.

What exactly did Emperor Yan do to him that would make him break out such a killing intention?

It's incredible!

Ye Zichuan's eyes became cold.

At the beginning, he felt that the old man was not simple, his attitude was not right, and he was too enthusiastic about him.

And the other side can display that kind of golden flame. Although he said he learned it from Emperor Yan, ye Zichuan didn't believe it.

He didn't forget the golden skeletons he met on the outside.

Now it seems that this old man is really not a good thing.

The figure was shrouded in the light. Although he couldn't see the real face clearly, ye Zichuan felt very familiar, as if he had known each other for a long time.

The blood in his body was burning and boiling.

This is Emperor Yan, his own ancestor, one of the most powerful people of the human race.

He left too many legends and regrets.

Such a strong person, but eventually disappeared in the long river of history, has become the pain of all people.

Now, ye Zichuan sees him again.

"Hongyi!"

Emperor Yan looked at the old man and slowly spat out two words.

"It seems that you are really dead, just a obsession!"

The old man stares at Yan Emperor, and his whole body is burning with golden flame.

"What if you die? Do you live and live freely? "

The old man gave a sneer: "everything is empty when I die, I still have hope when I live!"

"For example, now, what you leave behind can only be your own."

"You can't!" Yan Emperor bathed in the flame, plain words, but domineering incomparable, "before can't get, now still can't get."

The killing intention of the old man was countless times more terrible in an instant.

"I'm going to smash you completely and make you empty forever!"