Chapter 2848: Queen of fire

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Seeing Ye Lingyue's good dry Ding no need, actually a bull-like, directly rushing toward the fire-breathing Tian Fu order, Ye Lingyue's candlelight in the body almost did not vomit blood three liters.
It is now sealed in the consciousness by Ye Lingyue with life and death, which can be said to be with Ye Lingyue.
If Ye Lingyue is flesh and smoke, and the gods are broken, does it have to suffer?
Seeing the flames of the two flaming red and blue colors, we must surround Ye Lingyue.
In the sea of ​​consciousness, the candlelight shook the body and the golden golden droplets that had been absorbed into the skin earlier appeared suddenly.
The golden droplets float on the surface of Ye Lingyue.
The two instruments that had been extremely aggressive were not isolated and were isolated.
This layer of protection is not inferior to Ye Lingyue's dry tripod. It is like a helmet, but it is a helmet.
"The candle is like a grandfather, you really are a good person."
Ye Lingyue was a moving expression that could not be touched.
She knew that the candlelight would not be seen and could not be saved. On the first day, the two fires were on the right side, and the proper soldiers would stop, and the water would cover the soil.
"Taro swindler, you must be deliberate, mad at your seat. You are expected to protect me."
The candlelight was sore and sad, it was hard to use the method of cultivation alone, absorbed a little bit of heaven to restore the body, it is easy, this dead girl, must have guessed that he had to protect her, will be so fearless.
It was originally weak in the flesh, and it was then several times by Ye Lingyue.
And it's a little bit of force, using divine power, slamming its life and death, it will fiercely swallow its power.
One day, one day, he will be killed by this hoe.
The candle "The old man, the candle, I don't know how to do it. The two mentors are very kind to me. I can't leave them alone. For them, I can't beat them if I can't beat them."
Ye Lingyue pitifully said.
"Shut up, I tell you, the sacred wall can only support for a while, you must surrender two fires, otherwise we both have to get out."
The candlelight growled and the heart was bleeding.
The Scorpio Holy Wall is its unique meaning, and it must use its own divine power to support the wall.
Its current power does not last long.
At the beginning, it was also a good-tempered, very educated guardian beast. I know that when I met Ye Lingyue, everything became a cloud.
Sitting on the summoned day, the candlelight is very proud.
How can it be tolerated that a character with a lower level than the summoning of the day is on its own.
As the holy king of the fire, if it was not hit hard by the Taiyin people, in the heyday of that year, a slap can put out what is broken and ruined.
Look now, it has encountered two fires, one is not well handled, it is likely to become a "baked candle," the picture is too beautiful, the candle can not imagine.
"But the fire is so big, how can I surrender... Is it the text of the fire?"
Ye Lingyue is difficult, her dry trip can keep her from being hurt in the two fires, but Ding Ling can't extinguish the 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 two fires.
This fire, if it can be swallowed, is also a big boost to its fire.
Ye Lingyue’s voice fell, and the brain quickly flashed something.
How did she pass the candlelight to her own slogan and forget it.
"The slogan of the fire is only the fur of the sorcerer's technique. The two igniting fires are more powerful than the enchanting fire of the . You must use the sorcerer's text, the martial arts festival. You And watching, you only have the opportunity to learn again, to understand with your heart, not to give up, to hide in your cave, it will become, no need to hard."
The candlelight is full of disappointment. It also squats for a good time in Ye Lingyue’s consciousness, and is no stranger to Hong Mengtian.
It’s just a place where the aura is full, the birds and flowers are fragrant, and in the eyes of the candle, it becomes a place where the birds don’t pull.
Anyway, because of the blood of Xuanyin, the candlelight is always prejudiced against Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue couldn't help but secretly compare the in his heart. He knew that the old monster would hide the private. Fortunately, she was clever, and she couldn't bear the children's wolves. Finally, she asked the bottom of the pressure box.
The fire festival of this division sounds very powerful, but it seems that learning is very difficult, and I don't know if I can learn it all over again.
Speaking of it, this time it was Ye Lingyue who misunderstood the candlelight. The candlelight could teach the text of Ye Lingyue’s fire, which is equivalent to the introduction of the technique of the fire.
But unlike the sorcerer's text, the sacred fire festival is much more difficult.
And learners are likely to be swallowed up by fire if they are not careful.
Everything in the world is good and bad. Fire is one of the five spirits of heaven and earth, especially.
Fire can help people, but it can also devour people. This is the case in ancient times.
The sacrifice of the sorcerer's fire, born with the fire of the world, is a special technique created by the Taikoo creatures in order to obtain fire.
It needs to control the fire with the sorcerer's text, but in the sacrifice of the sorcerer, countless great alchemists fall, and there is no shortage of the existence of the eight major squares of the gods.
The candlelight is scrupulous and it is also human nature.
But in the consciousness, the candlelight lifted the palm of the hand, and a stream of light broke out of the palm, and the streamer instantly fell into the consciousness of Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue's eyebrows, Guanghua flashed, and a memory was born in the brain.
In the brain of Ye Lingyue, a picture appeared.
That picture is actually an ancient ancient sacrifice.
At that time, there was no distinction between the Protoss and the Terran in the world. On an empty plain, all living beings shared together and friendly.
I don't know when a big fire fell from the sky and was born from the ground.
The fire spread and swallowed countless creatures.
Until one day, on the wilderness, a young woman dressed in bark and covered with leaves came.
The woman's figure is very graceful, with a long black hair and a faint glow in the sun.
Ye Lingyue could not see her appearance and could only see her back.
On the same day, a golden round moon was raised.
The woman’s money moved, and the beautiful song was like a sizzling mountain spring. It’s coming from her throat, and people can’t help but feel happy.
The heavens and the earth are silent, the wind stops, the original creatures, and the come from all directions.
She twisted her waist and didn't make any noise. She danced with the most pristine singing voice and the purest body language.
The woman's limbs are weak and boneless, and her long hair flutters with the wind.
That dance, the song, is integrated between heaven and earth.
All creatures, including springs, trees, plants, worms, wise men, and beasts, all vie with each other.
The voice of the woman is the text of the fire that is familiar to Ye Lingyue.
And her dance is the dance of the fire.
This dance of the prosperous world, dumping the people.