Yang Qingxuan shouted lightly: "Change!"

The body suddenly transformed into a divine desolate ancient astral body, and with a "bang", it exploded into countless wild sands and escaped from those rattans.

The wild sand swirled, and Yang Qingxuan's figure was condensed in the air again.

He raised his hand and swiped it, wanting to break through the space, and the purple fire burst out at his fingertips, but in a flash, it was directly extinguished!

"What's the matter?!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, the situation of the purple flame extinguishing had never appeared except for the lack of his true yuan.

As the purple flame went out, the temperature of the surrounding space dropped suddenly, and the cold air silently eroded and penetrated the skin.

With his cultivation and physical body, he couldn't help but shiver, like ice into the bone marrow.

Yang Qingxuan's hands quickly pinched the trick and shouted: "Change again!"

A ball of red flame rose from his body, and the whole person instantly turned into a divine bird Qingluan, and the wings condensed by the flame spread out in the air, like a huge phoenix picture, imprinted on the sky, resisting the cold.

The ancient tree seemed to freeze for a moment, the rattan on it shook even more, and ice crystals like water droplets condensed on the branches, and a layer of clear light spread out, turning into a smoke-like shape, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Yang Qingxuan turned into Qingluan, and just raised the temperature around him, it dropped again in an instant, and even the phoenix wings condensed by the flames showed signs of freezing.

"Impossible!"

Yang Qingxuan shouted, "Meteor Fire Rain!"

With the spread of their wings, the blazing temperature radiated out, and countless red flames flew away, striking in all directions, rushing into the white mist.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Successive flames exploded in the air, but they were frozen into fireworks one after another.

Yang Qingxuan's heart was horrified, although this red flame was still a certain distance away from the source fire, it was a fusion of four phoenix fires, and he wanted to freeze the red flame, what kind of terrifying ice aura was this?!

Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned back into his deity, pinched the trick with both hands, and turned into the law of flame, stretched out his hands forward, and two clusters of purple fire slowly burned in his palms.

If you don't resist this cold air and break through the holy space, you may really fall here.

He sealed together, put his hands in front of him, and a purple flame dragon rose up in front of him.

"Ziyan, Endless Catastrophe!"

Yang Qingxuan shouted, and the dragon-shaped purple fire suddenly roared, spreading out circles of blazing brilliance, and it was about to impact away.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking that he had seen it wrong, his eyes blinked a few times, and the golden light flashed and stared at the ancient tree.

"Really...... People?!"

I saw a figure emerge from the crystal clear trunk, and took a step forward.

With the appearance of this person, the entire heaven and earth seemed to be frozen, and even the Purple Flame Dragon under Yang Qingxuan's seal shook a little.

"Strange. ”

After the man appeared, he pronounced two words, and the frequency in the entire holy space was frozen.

Yang Qingxuan only felt the coldness of his body, and even Zi Yan couldn't dispel the cold in his body, "This person ...... Who the hell ......?"

Yang Qingxuan felt that his mind was about to be frozen.

It was as if as long as the person moved at will, his body would be shattered endlessly, and he would be reduced to dust.

Yang Qingxuan couldn't see the person's face clearly, even if he pushed his fiery eyes to the extreme, he still couldn't get a glimpse of his true face, and could only see a layer of crystalline light.

But he could clearly feel the man walking towards him, and stretched out his right hand to grab the void.

Yang Qingxuan's body froze, the qi and blood in his body suddenly condensed, and the space of the star ring was suddenly opened, and a page of golden books flew out directly.

The man's eyes suddenly shot a cold color, looking excited and shocked, "There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!"

Yang Qingxuan's face was extremely ugly, and the golden book that flew away was the fragment of the "Book of the Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth".

At this moment, the golden book suddenly stopped in the air, and did not fall into the hands of the man as he wished.

The man exclaimed, "Who is it?!"

Yang Qingxuan only felt a sudden pain in the center of his eyebrows, a vertical eye suddenly appeared, and his black and purple eyes and face opened violently, revealing a vertical pupil full of anger, and a powerful instrument wave swung out.

Then the cold air that froze his qi and blood, as well as the cold in the sky, were instantly dispelled.

The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly rose.

The man exclaimed, "Pupil of the Night, you are from the elven race, no wonder!"

As he spoke, the figure flickered, and appeared in front of the golden page, and reached out to grab it.

At this moment, a huge black flower silently appeared at the feet of the man, slowly blooming, and the layers of petals stretched out, like a door that had been sealed for a long time was gradually pushed open, and in an instant, in the entire space, darkness descended on the earth.

The man's hand stopped at the moment when it was about to touch the golden page, and it was difficult to make it half an inch.

On the giant flower, the light and shadow were a little trance-like, countless black flames jumped, and at some point, a figure appeared, standing behind the person.

The shock in Yang Qingxuan's heart was incomprehensible, the person who appeared, with a thin body, old facial features, a silver hair draped over his shoulders, a sharp edge flashed between his eyebrows, and an awe-inspiring domineering aura emanated from his body.

"Elven King!"

The man slowly spat out three words, his voice filled with extreme shock.

Yang Qingxuan's heart was even more shocked, staring at the figure of the elf, and the whole person was stunned.

The king of the elven clan, isn't Vera, Midnight, and Zi Kite?

Why is there another "king"?

"My own holy relics, how can you peep at them? I remember, you are the one who took half a page of the golden book from Vera's hands, hmph, go die!"

The Elf King's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand and patted it.

It was just a casual blow, but a giant eye appeared in the palm of the hand, and an astonishing spiritual pressure was released from it, and within the countless black rays, there were even five-colored glows, filling the heavens and the earth.

"Not good!"

The man was startled, grabbed it with his backhand, and the ancient tree in the distance was absorbed, fell into his hand, and with a wave in the air, Meng Qinghui went to the whirlpool cover.

But in just an instant, Qinghui was swallowed by the black mang.

"Oh no!

The man knew that he was invincible, and he didn't want the fragments of the golden pages, so he turned around and was about to leave.

The Elf King sneered and said, "There is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, if you want to leave now, how can it be so easy to leave behind the half page of the golden book that you have taken away!"

The elven king pinched the trick with his left hand, and one by one strange runes were punched out, condensing in the whirlpool.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes widened suddenly, those runes were the same as the Dao Yun Crystal Tower, completely composed of ancient elven texts and Dao patterns, turning into a law void light, shooting out from the black vortex, locking the person's whole body.

The man's escape technique was shattered in an instant, and his body was constantly pulled by the law void light, tearing it into the whirlpool.

(End of chapter)