Chapter 337 Hanging of Field Fire

The flame floating from the lord's body is very strange. Although it looks like a flame, it has no temperature at all. It is said that it is not a flame, but it is burning violently.

"Is this your yuan god?" Looking at the flame, Yang Qian continued to ask.

"Master, this is the gengod." The lord nodded.

"Why is your yuan god like this?" Listening to the words of the lord there, Yang Qian suddenly wondered.

At this time, not only Yang Qian, but also the four people in Caiyucheng, and the two-headed tiger opened their mouths and looked incredible, especially the two-headed tigers were more exaggerated. The two heads were actually entangled together, and the four eyes spit out directly from their eyes.

Although the power of the primordial spirit is formed by a special energy, the objects formed by the power of the primordial spirit directly show the monk's body, so the primordial state of the double-headed tiger is a double-headed tiger, and Yang Qian's primordial body is his own appearance at this time. Such common sense is known by ordinary monks. At this time, the Lord of Flame actually said that the flame-like thing was his own gengod! Such a thing is too strange.

If things are really as the flame lord said, isn't his body a flame? At any time, even the flame can be cultivated, and it has reached the Mahayana period, and it also has the physique of a middle mythical beast.

"This is indeed the yuan god of his subordinates!" Seeing Yang Qian's doubt on his face, the Flame Lord hurriedly added.

"Whif it's the yuan god, we'll know later!" Although the yuan god of the flame lord is extremely strange, Yang Qian still has a way to find out whether the flame is his yuan god and has the strength of the golden immortal. If he can't even do this, Yang Qian should really find a piece of tofu to kill him.

At this time, after Yang Qian finished humming, Yang Qian's consciousness moved and leaned against the flame.

This look surprised Yang Qian. The flame is indeed, as the flame lord said, it is really his gen. After all, the energy fluctuation of the gen god is extremely special. No matter how powerful the flame lord is, as long as his gen god strength is not as Yang Qian, he cannot escape from Yang Qian's consciousness.

In order to hide his shock, Yang Qian did not have the opportunity to take back his consciousness at this time, but first stabilized his expression and calmed his heart. Yang Qian said this time, "That thing is indeed your yuan god. Come here."

Listening to Yang Qian's words, the four people in Caiyun City were surprised at this time. Not to mention such a strange yuan god, even if they heard it, they had never heard of it. At this time, Yang Qian actually concluded that it was the yuan god of the Flame Lord. There are only two possibilities. One is Yang Qian's mouth, and the other is that Yang Qian does judge. That thing came out, but judging from Yang Qian's strength at this time, the former is not very likely, so the four people's views on Yang Qian were a little higher at this time.

Seeing that Yang Qian promised himself, the Flame Lord controlled his yuan divine power and leaned against Yang Qian.

If you want other monks to completely submit, the safest way is to imprint the yuan god among his yuan god, and the flame lord also knows this, so he will take the initiative to sacrifice his yuan god.

However, just as Yang Qian gathered the yuan god and was about to brand it in the flame lord yuan god, the flame lord's yuan god suddenly jumped up, and the flame also burned violently. A huge and chaotic energy fluctuation suddenly rippled out of the flame lord's yuan god. .

"No, he is going to blow himself up!" Feeling the change at this time, Yang Qian immediately understood what the flame lord wanted to do, and immediately withdrew his original power.

Self-explosion of the genshen, which is an extreme practice of monks. In the world of cultivation, the body is not the only life of monks, and Yuanying and Yuanshen are the essence of monks. As long as these two things are immortal, then the monks still have a chance to be reborn, but at this time, the flame lord actually self-exploded the yuan god, so he is also I can't live.

"Haha, stupid peak human, do you really think I'm afraid? How dare you arrogantly want me to be your servant, then let's die together!" The arrogant and angry voice suddenly came from the moto god of the flame lord, and at this time, the moto god of the flame lord resolutely showed his face, but it was so ferocious at this time.

"It's not good!" No one expected that things would return to this point. The four people in Caiyu City were relieved at the moment when the flame lord sacrificed their primority. In the eyes of the four people, the battle was over. The four people watched Yang Qian subdue the flame lord defenselessly. This sudden change made the four people take a cold breath.

The power of a Mahayana monk's self-explosion is unbearable even if it is a Mahayana monk of the same level. What's more, the flame lord at this time is still a strong middle-ranking mythical beast. Such a primordial self-explosion is powerful enough to threaten the lives of the immortals. In the eyes of the dead, Yang Qian is strong, but Xiuzhen The greatest fighting power in the world is the immortal. Yang Qian, who retreats 10,000 steps, even if he is a fairy, if the Flame Lord really blows himself up, it will be more or less auspicious.

"Master!" The four people in Caiyu City could feel the seriousness of the matter, not to mention the two-headed tiger. At this time, the anxious two-headed tiger trembling all over and rushed to Yang Qian without thinking.

"Go to hell, go to hell!"

However, with the ferocious roar of the flame lord, the space suddenly changed. At this time, the world is no longer the original world. This is the world of fire, where flames are everywhere. Strangely, the flame was supposed to be extremely violent, but at this time it was meek like a little sheep, just quietly appeared in the air. It's just in the middle.

While the space changed, the flame lord's self-explosion also stopped. No matter how the flame lord sensed it, he could not feel his own power at all. At a moment, the flame lord was like a three-year-old child, with no resistance at all.

At this time, the world is the field of Yang Qian. Before that, Yang Qian controlled some of the mystery of fire through the crystal, and the whole field reflects the mystery of fire. In this field, Yang Jian is the king of flames. All flames have to listen to his orders. No matter how the flame lord is horizontal his body, it is also a ball. Flame, so in Yang Qian's field, he has to get Yang Qian's permission to blow himself up!

"What is this place? Let me out, let me out!" Feeling wrong, the forehead flame lord at this time also panicked. The monk's purpose of practicing qi was to gain strong power, but at this time, the flame lord could not feel his power at all. Even if he wanted to move it, there was no possibility!

"Well, since you want to go out in my field, it's not that easy!" Just when the Lord of Fire was anxious, a faint sound suddenly came out of the air, and after that sound, the originally calm flame suddenly surged, and then a figure appeared in the flame.

The figure was Yang Qian. At this time, Yang Qian was surrounded by a large number of flames. Those flames flowed rapidly next to Yang Qian's body but did not hurt Yang Qian. Instead, he was more like a coquettish child playing beside his parents.

"What, you say this is your field? No, no, it's impossible. Although you are powerful, you absolutely don't have the strength of immortals. It's absolutely impossible to have a field!" Listening to Yang Qian's words, the flame lord's head shook like a rattle, and the face transformed by the flame was full of extreme fear.

"Haha, it's impossible. Who stipulates that only immortals can control the field?" Yang Qian laughed.

"You, you, you are a fairy!" Listening to Yang Qian's words, the lord was shocked again.

"I said that, but you still don't understand. It's really sad!" Yang Qian shook his head and suddenly sighed.

At this time, the Flame Lord only felt that his primordial spirit was slowly dispersing, and an invisible force was attacking his primordial spirit, but he was unable to resist!

"No, no, no, I will die, I can't die..."

"Isn't it ridiculous that you won't die?" In Yang Qian's field, Yang Qian is the king, and Yang Qian's words are everything. Yang Qian said that the lord deserves to die, and the lord must die!

"I'll tell you a secret. In fact, the girl's father is not dead!" Just as the gend of the Flaming Lord was about to completely collapse, a sad voice suddenly shouted from his mouth.

Listening to this sound, Yang Qian hurriedly stopped.