Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

Seeing that Ye Lingyue did not use it well, he was like a bull, and he rushed directly towards the fire-fighting day rune. The candlelight in Ye Lingyue's body almost didn't vomit blood.

It is now sealed in the consciousness by Ye Lingyue with the sign of life and death, which can be said to be with Ye Lingyue.

If Ye Lingyue's flesh disappeared, and his consciousness collapsed, wouldn't it have to suffer as well?

Seeing the flames of the two instruments red and blue, Ye Lingyue will be surrounded.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the candlelight shook his body, and the golden drops of gold that had been absorbed into the skin earlier appeared suddenly.

The golden droplets floated on Ye Lingyue's body surface.

The two offensive fires, which had been extremely aggressive, were isolated before they approached.

This layer of protective wall, compared with Ye Lingyue's dry tripod, is not inferior. It is like a war helmet, but it still beats the war helmet.

"Grandpa Chan, you really are a good person."

Ye Lingyue's moved expression.

She knew that the candlelight would not be dead. On the first day, she met two instruments of fire. The proper soldiers would block it, and the water would cover it.

"Daughter liar, you must have deliberately mad at this seat. I'll protect you if you expect it."

Zhuozhao was crying and mourning her face. She finally used a unique method of cultivation and absorbed a little bit of Tiangang to restore her body. It was easy. This dead girl must have guessed that she had to protect her to be so fearless.

Originally, its flesh was weak, and Ye Lingyue would come back so many times, which year would Ma Yue recover his flesh.

And it exerts a little force, uses divine power, and traps its life and death symbols, and it will devour its divine power even more fiercely.

Sooner or later, he will be killed by this cunning girl.

Candle "Grandpa, my grandfather, I can't help it either. The two mentors are so kind to me, I can't leave them alone. For them, even if I can't beat two fires, I have to work hard."

Ye Lingyue said pitifully.

"Shut up, I tell you, the Tiangang Holy Wall can only support for a while, you have to surrender two fires, otherwise we both have to get out."

The candlestick growled and his heart was bleeding.

The Tiangang Holy Wall is its unique connotation, and it must support the wall with its own divine power.

Its present divine power cannot last long.

At the beginning, it was also a good-tempered, well-educated guardian beast. No matter how I met Ye Lingyue, everything became a cloud.

Sitting on the Summoning Talisman, the candlelight is very arrogant.

How can it tolerate that a Tianfu lower than the summoned Tianfu is bouncing on itself.

As a holy king in the fire, if it is not hit by the Taiyin tribe, then in the heyday of the year, a slap can put out the tattered fire.

Looking at it now, it has encountered two fires, one of which is not handled well, and it is likely to become "baked candlelight," that picture is too beautiful, and the candlelight is hard to imagine.

"But the fire is so big, how can I surrender ... Could it be said, Sihuozhiwen?"

Ye Lingyue is embarrassed, her dry tripod can protect her from harm in two fires, but she can't put out two fires.

If the fire is not extinguished, it will continue to spread. The destruction of Fang Xianmeng is on the one hand, on the other hand, she also wants to domesticate the two instruments of fire.

If this fire can be swallowed, it will also be a great help to the fire-biting tactics.

Ye Lingyue's words fell, and something quickly flashed through his mind.

How did she pass the candlelight to her Sihuozhiwen and forget it.

"The Sihuozhiwen is just the fur of the Sihuozhishu. The two ritual fires are more powerful than the enchantments of the fire you encountered that day. You must use the Sihuozhiwen to practice the Sihuozhi. As a result, you only have one chance to learn again, to perceive with your heart, and give up if you ca n’t. It ’s all you have to do if you hide in your burrowing house, you do n’t need to touch it hard. ”

The candle is full of disgust, it has been dormant for a while in Ye Lingyue's consciousness, and he is no stranger to Hong Mengtian.

It's just that the blessed land with sufficient aura and the scent of birds and flowers, in the eyes of candlelight, has become a place where birds don't shit.

Anyway, because of the blood of Xuanyin, the candlelight has always been prejudiced against Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue could not help secretly comparing the middle finger in her heart, and she knew that the old monster would hide secretly. Fortunately, she was clever and could not bear the child to catch the wolf.

This fire festival sounds very powerful, but it seems to be very difficult to learn, I do n’t know if I can learn it again?

Speaking of this, Ye Lingyue misunderstood the candlelight this time. When the candlelight was able to teach Ye Lingyue's article on Sihuo, it was equivalent to the introduction of Sihuozhi's art.

But unlike the Sihuozhiwen, the Sihuo's sacrifice is much harder.

And learners are likely to be swallowed by fire if they are not careful.

Everything in the world is good and bad, and fire is one of the five spirits in the world, especially so.

Fire can help people, but it can also devour people, as it was in ancient times.

The Sacrifice of the Fire, born of fire in the world, is a special technique created by the ancient spirits in order to obtain fire.

It requires the Sihuozhiwen to control the ten thousand fires, but in the Sihuo sacrifice, countless great alchemists fell, and many of them are comparable to the existence of the Eight Great Fangxian of God Realm.

Candlelight has some scruples and is also human nature.

But seeing the consciousness, Zhuozhao raised his palm, a streamer burst out of the palm, and the streamer instantly fell into Ye Lingyue's consciousness.

Ye Lingyue's eyebrows flashed, and a memory was born in his brain.

A picture appeared in Ye Lingyue's head.

That picture turned out to be an ancient antiquity sacrifice.

At that time, there were no gods and humans in the world. On an empty plain, all kinds of creatures lived together in a friendly way.

I don't know when, a fire fell from the sky and was born from the ground.

The fire spread and swallowed countless creatures.

Until one day, above the wilderness came a beautiful woman dressed in tree bark and covered with leaves.

The woman's figure is very graceful, with long hair like a black waterfall, exuding a faint light under the sunlight.

Ye Lingyue couldn't see her face clearly, only her back.

On the day, a golden moon rose.

The woman moved from section to section, and a beautiful song like a dingdong spring came from her throat, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

The world was silent, the wind stopped, primitive creatures, people and beasts came from all directions.

She twisted her waist and didn't use ink, she danced with the simplest singing and the purest body language.

The woman's limbs were weak and boneless, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

That dance, that song, blended between all things in the world.

All creatures, including mountain springs, trees, plants, insect fish, wise people and beasts, all compete for dance.

The woman's singing is Si Huozhi's familiar with Ye Lingyue.

And her dance is Si Huo's dance.

This dance of prosperity is dumped into life.