"Can you just track it down here?" Xing Yan looked at the empty grass in front of him and sighed. After tracking it down here, the smell left by the Blood Prison monarch completely disappeared, and it was obviously wiped out by someone deliberately.

After more than half a month of tracking, he still failed. However, in the past half month, Xingyan was able to control his magic power flexibly, free conversion of eight attributes, and he was surprised to find that when he used the magic magic, almost all the things condensed had wisdom. It was obvious that this should be derived from the mysterious power in his body. Not only that, when he used the Flame Dragon Transformation, he also had huge changes. The Flame Dragon Transformation now can no longer be called the Flame Dragon Transformation, because the Flame Dragon Transformation and the Ice Phoenix Transformation have been completely integrated. Although his body is still covered with scales, like a dragon man, there are ice blue wings on his back, and several phoenix feathers grow on his tail bones.

"Welcome to you, I've been waiting for you here for a long time." A clear voice slowly rang behind Xingyan, and a smile appeared in his tone.

"You are the one from the Immortal Pavilion." Xing Yan recognized the young man in front of him at a glance. This guy was the man named Ye Qingpeng who wanted to kidnap Yaya from outside Tiannuo City.

"I didn't expect you to remember me. This time I came to take you to the Immortal Pavilion for a trip to the Immortal Pavilion. You can choose to refuse, but I don't want you to be just a cold corpse when I was taken to the Immortal Pavilion by me." Ye Qingpeng said lightly, as if he didn't take Xingyan seriously at all.

"What if I say no?" Xing Yan smiled faintly. He vaguely guessed something, but he could not confirm it.

"Then don't blame me." Ye Qingpeng's figure suddenly flashed quickly, and the black bone fan in his hand gently waved, and a hurricane swept directly into the star flame from all directions.

"Fire takes advantage of the wind, and the spark can start a prairie fire." Xingyan said lightly, gently sweeping out a candle-like flame with his right hand, and directly involved in the hurricane. In just a few breaths, the candle-like flame had become more than one meter high flame, constantly floating in the hurricane, and the fire became stronger and stronger. If you look closely, you can clearly see that the flame is slowly swallowing the power of the wind and turning it into its own power.

"You have become stronger." Ye Qingpeng said lightly. He obviously saw the strength of the flame thrown out by Xingyan, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he took a deep breath, his expression gradually became solemn, as if he had become serious.

"The boring trick should be over. Let me see the true strength of the Immortal Pavilion." Xing Yan said as he held the flames floating around his body in his hand, and instantly turned into a spear and threw it towards Ye Qingpeng.

Ye Qingpeng closed the black bone fan with his right hand and gently hit the flame spear. The flame spear suddenly shattered and turned into a flame and disappeared.

The next moment, Ye Qingpeng took the lead in attacking. The black bone fan suddenly turned into a long sword, emitting green light throughout the body, and white flames gradually burned on his body. It looked extremely holy, but it was also emitting a terrifying killing aura.

"Your God-Destroying Flame has been strengthened a lot." Xingyan looked at Ye Qingpeng, who was covered with white flames, and his tone became a little solemn, especially when he saw that Ye Qingpeng's strength had actually entered the peak of the Nine Pearls at this moment, which was enough to make him a little cautious. After all, his current strength is only in the middle stage of the Nine Pearls. Although he inherited the inheritance of the Elemental True God, his strength has not been improved.

"Your strength is not bad. You can actually achieve such a level of cultivation by yourself. However, you are a traitor of the Dragon Clan after all. The Dragon Clan will kill you sooner or later. It is better to surrender to my Fairy Pavilion. With the power of our Fairy Pavilion, you can definitely guarantee that you will not be captured by the Dragon Clan." Ye Qingpeng said lightly, but he rushed over without waiting for Xingyan's answer. After all, in the records in the information he obtained, Xingyan would not surrender to any force.

Xing Yan smiled faintly and did not answer. Instead, he rushed directly to Ye Qingpeng, punched Ye Qingpeng in the chest, and knocked Ye Qingpeng away.

"It's so fast, how did you do it?" Ye Qingpeng looked at the Star Flame in front of him with some disbelief.

"This is just a reminder. You can't make any mistakes next, otherwise you should know the outcome." Xing Yan smiled faintly, and the green magic slowly rose in his body, and a cool breeze was almost blew around him.

"Wind-type magic, have you forgotten how your flame was formed just now?" Ye Qingpeng smiled coldly and rushed towards Xingyan. However, this time he was not careless and directly used the God-Destroying Flame to form a barrier around his body to resist the sudden attack of Xingyan.

"Puncture the wind sword!" Xing Yan said lightly, and with a light wave of his right hand, a wind sword with a finger length formed directly on his fingertips, and then shot towards Ye Qingpeng.

Ye Qingpeng did not care about the wind sword shot out by Xingyan because he had absolute confidence in the barrier he condensed, but what he unexpectedly expected was that when the wind sword stabbed his body, the barrier protecting him was like a false thing, directly breaking his defense and piercing his shoulders directly.

"This is impossible." After Ye Qingpeng's shoulder was injured, he immediately retracted his attack, his expression full of shock. Only at this moment did he truly realize the horror of Star Flame.

"Water can also cover the boat. Although the wind-type magic is restrained by the fire system, once the concentration of the wind exceeds the concentration of the flame, the flame will be blown away by the wind. As a fire-type magician, don't you even know at all?" Xing Yan said slowly, with a hint of irony in his tone.

"I am the future heir of the Immortal Pavilion. If you dare to say this, I will definitely kill you. Now I will let you see the horror of being the heir of the Immortal Pavilion." Ye Qingpeng's shoulders were burning with white flames, and the injured parts were soon healing.

"This is the time I'm waiting for." Xing Yan immediately took out the Dragon Ridge Snake Gun, and golden flames rose from his body, staring at Ye Qingpeng coldly.

Ye Qingpeng suddenly summoned an ancient tower and instantly enveloped him. The bone fan in his hand felt a certain echo, and was instantly covered by white flames, looking like a flaming sword.

"Finally summoned." Xing Yan looked at the ancient tower above Ye Qingpeng's head, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had finally waited.
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