"The protoss has noble blood and great potential in ancient times, but it is not invincible. In front of absolute power, the protoss is as fragile as other ancient families."
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang waved at random, took back Jiuli Shenhuo, and then seemed to be talking to himself or to Yang Xuan. His voice was a little sad and sad.
"I, the Taigu Yan family, are descendants of the ancient Yan God. I respect fire and bear the blood of the Supreme God. In the end, I have not been slaughtered by a holy land strong family. Even my Taoist companion was destroyed in that war."
"Holy Land strong family?"
Yang Xuan picked his eyebrows, but didn''t ask more. There are some things that Yan Emperor Xuanyuan has no war. Sooner or later, he will find time to talk to him slowly.
"You are very good, especially in the way of fire. With a little adjustment, you will surpass as a teacher and control all the fires in the world in the future."
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang took a deep look at Yang Xuan and said with a smile: "there are thousands of divine fires in the world. The sun divine fire is the most, that is, the Jiuli divine fire as a teacher. In essence, it is far less than the sun divine fire."
Yang Xuanxin felt it and blurted out: "people don''t distinguish between high and low. Naturally, there is no difference between strong and weak. It mainly depends on how people use it. Even ordinary fire can destroy immortals and saints as long as it is used properly and given the power of the road."
"Ha ha, well said. If you can have this unique opinion, it shows that you are very human and deserve to be my Xuanyuan Wushang disciple."
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan looked up and laughed, and appreciated Yang Xuan more and more. In his life, he died because of the death of his beloved ice emperor, and survived until now, but his wish has not been fulfilled.
This wish is to find a successor, a successor who can really continue his mantle, and Yang Xuan, whether potential, talent or character, is the best choice.
"I''m a mortal, asking for immortality. I just want to live, but I''m not as extraordinary as the master imagined."
Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled, but he couldn''t calm down for a long time.
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan has no sorrow. As the leader of the ancient Yan family, his strength may not be the strongest among the five ancient emperors, but Emperor Yan enters the way with fire, but no one can match in one of the ways of fire.
Such a person can burn and kill a divine emperor with his bare hands. He can''t shake it with his flesh and magic power alone. No wonder he can be called one of the five ancient emperors by his predecessors and worshipped by later generations.
And no matter how you look at it, Emperor Yan Xuanyuan is not half weak, but a fierce mess, which makes people wonder whether he really has no more longevity.
An ancient emperor who entered his old age and had no vitality had this terrible combat power. It can be seen how powerful he was at his peak.
"I didn''t expect Yang Xuan to worship Emperor Yan one day."
Yang Xuan was shocked and filled with emotion.
He bears the blood of the dark devil emperor and is the son of the dark devil emperor. Along the way, he has successively obtained the black emperor''s black luck skill and the wasteland formula of the wasteland emperor. This luck can''t be described by a good word alone.
Even if it''s only one, others can''t wait for it, but he monopolizes the third. If he worships Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang as a teacher today, no one will dare to disadvantage him in such a large immortal region.
At least, before Emperor Yan Xuanyuan turned into a road without war, his safety had enough guarantee, and there was no need to hide his strength deliberately.
"Please be kind to Emperor Yan and spare my master and servant one life!"
After a short absence, Han Wuji hardly hesitated. With a plop, he knelt down in the air and kowtowed to Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang.
The Jiuli divine fire of Emperor Yan Xuanyuan without war is too terrible. Today, even if emperor min respects his relatives, I''m afraid it will turn into fly ash.
After all, the other party also has a Jiuli tripod, which is a real Avenue artifact and ranks among the top in the list of chaotic divine soldiers. With this tripod, the great sage of Xiandao will have to be ruthlessly burned and killed when he comes.
Looking at Han Wuji''s appearance of fear and trembling, the crowd did not show the color of ridicule. If it were them, they would have to kneel down and beg for mercy like Han Wuji.
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang stood with a negative hand and looked down on Han Wuji from a commanding position. He said, "I''m not the one who wants to kill you. Even if you ask me, it''s useless. If you want to blame me, it''s your bad life."
He destroyed Zhou mintian''s separation with Jiuli divine fire. That''s because Zhou mintian''s separation has the power comparable to the Immortal Emperor, but he really didn''t have the idea to fight Han Wuji.
They are the five ancient emperors, who are not the world''s greatest figures who dominate the world. Since they became famous, the people they killed have never been weak.
"Emperor Yan, do you want to bully the small and bully the weak?"
Han Daosheng''s face was ugly, frightened and frightened, but he asked him calmly.
Emperor Yan wanted to kill him. He had to wait for the killing. He couldn''t even resist, but he also had pride and didn''t want to be wronged and improve.
In other words, even if he bowed his head and begged for mercy, Emperor Yan may not let him go. For Emperor Yan Xuanyuan Wushang, his little Immortal King is a mole ant, which can be crushed to death.
Emperor Yan Xuanyuan swept away Han Daosheng with no sorrow or joy on his face and said, "you are also very good. You can also be incorporated into Tianjiao in the era of a large number of outstanding ancient people. Unfortunately, you are too conceited and can only be amazing for a while, but you can''t be brilliant for a lifetime."
"In terms of conceit, how can I compare with this Lin Feng?"
Han Daosheng snorted, gritted his teeth and said, "do it. I have no regrets if I can die in the hands of Yan Emperor."
"It''s enough for me to deal with you. I don''t need my teacher, Emperor Yan, to go out in person?"
Yang Xuan sneered and walked towards Han Daosheng. He was filled with murderous spirit. The cold was biting and said, "I haven''t done my best all the time. I just don''t want to expose my real strength too early, but now it''s not necessary."
"Madman, you can''t kill me yet. You really think the son of God is made of mud and can''t be slaughtered by you?"
Han Daosheng''s eyes were burning with hatred. He still restrained himself in the face of Emperor Yan Xuanyuan''s no war, but he spoke impolitely in the face of Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan robbed him of his divine blood and had a grudge against him. If Emperor Yan hadn''t been there, he would have been in trouble.
"My master can''t kill you. I''m still here. I really think I can''t decorate?"
Jiutian pterosaur shouted. He had already convinced Yang Xuan and was willing to follow Yang Xuan all his life. Now how can he continue to watch the play?
"Just stay quiet. I''ll take his life myself."
Yang Xuan kept walking and talking. His words showed their sharpness and the opportunity to kill soared.
He killed Han Daosheng because Han Daosheng bullied him first and threatened him later. Instead of keeping him, he might as well kill him to avoid future trouble.
Although killing Han Daosheng will offend the ancient god Han family and the giant mountain of Shenyu, will he let Han Daosheng go? Will the ancient god Han family and Shenyu mountain give up?
The answer is obviously no!
Whether it is the ancient god Han family or Shenyu Shenshan, they all feel that they will regard him as a thorn in the eye and want to get rid of him quickly.