Versatile Mage

The strong flames of the flames escaped, but the Queen’s own gas field is equally overbearing.

Until now, the rebels have seen the true face of Queen Yanji, although the holy fire has been added, but her slender Miaoman's form is full of special charm of the fairy spirit, the exuberant fire is arrogant and difficult. The sense of direct vision, coupled with the independence and arrogance of the Queen of Yan Ji’s own peerlessness, is even more respectable, and the heart rises and dares not to be humble in front of him!

"Yan Ji!"

Sharjah blurted out, and she finally saw Mofan, the body of the contract that can be attached to the body!

The last Yanji in the world.

The amount of reading in Sharjah is extremely rich. She has seen an explorer who wrote a story about the flames of the Holy Spirit.

In a certain century, Yan Ji was a fire element race, and was bred in some altars around the world.

Their souls are pure, unlike most cruel demons. They never actively attack human beings. Instead, they are like holy guardians, obeying the laws of nature, and quietly continuing.

For unknown reasons, the Yanji family gradually declined in the world. In modern times, it became a very rare race. Many international explorers have done the final statistics. The last real Yanji footprint was in Dunhuang, China.

Therefore, the last report of Yan Ji was born.

For many magicians, Yan Ji is what they don't know. They only care about their own interests. For many scholars studying archaeology, Yan Ji is probably the source of human beings to get fire magic!

Otherwise why can Yan Ji be perfectly attached to the fire magician? ?

Yan Ji is the source of the fire system.

Sharjah firmly believes this because she has a more important reason!

A little hand, that evil book emerges.

The pages quickly flipped through to the back end of the page.

One of the pages, all over the body, the paint is like a real flame, constantly swaying on the paper, the whole book will be burned to ashes at any time.

On this page of redness, there is a monster like a woman.

She hugged her arms and smoldering holy mountains.

The flames on her body did not damage her skin in the slightest, but instead set off her holy and demon clothes.

Those extremely dangerous fire objects are more like the hustle and bustle of her people, surrounded by, guarded, awe, and at any time obey the dispatch!

Before the black lacquer ancient devil and the smashing sword Til's front page, the borders are all sinful, and the smashing sword Til's front is even like the living body inside, and can fly out of the page at any time.

But on this page of Yan Ji, the illustrations inside are still vivid, but they are still only the illustrations in the pages of the book, and there are no real objects.

Sharjah clearly remembered that his grandfather told this page to himself, but his grandfather himself had never seen the blood of the true Holy Spirit.

Now she saw it.

Still the mature Queen of Yan Ji! !

The true seeing and hearing of the legend, as well as the record of the book page, are completely two concepts.

The queen of Yan Ji was stripped from Mo Fan’s body. She was shining like a cold sun in the cold, not only dispelling the cold of life, but also letting the deep breath of life shine like her fire. The land.

The repair of the ice-creamer's white leopard is truly amazing, letting the heavens and earth sink into his ice-cold world, but this symbolizes the life and the fire of the sacred fire, and the sly tears open a trace of fire in her ice. Let the endless flames melt these cold deaths!

If the winter is over and the spring is coming, everything will recover!

Cold, withered, dead and dead are replaced, and the holy flames bring not only warmth, but also the flaming and ignorant of cooling and burying, from waking up to thriving, to being extremely strong! ! !

The world of Queen Yanji is not a scorched earth, and it is even more impossible to be ruled by the cold death ice.

The white leopard's pen, struggling to paint, he is like a demon painter, madly scribbled on his own drawing board, as a painter, he needs his own painting to have a soul, a force, that is, he needs the withering death.

However, these performances of him were all melted by the fire of the Queen of Yan Ji's life. The ice floes with the oppressive force were broken into pieces, and the black marks that swallowed the sky were filled with flames.

How to draw, how to aggravate, how to paint wildly, even if all the white ink is splashed, it can not cover the raging fire, glamorous.

The white leopard is getting paler and paler.

Every time he adds one, his magic energy will be consumed. The faster he paints, the faster the magic can be exhausted.

Unwilling to take him, he began to load his mental strength.

The queen of Yan Ji stood there and calmly recovered his own territory.

The white leopard's face began to groan. It was the pain caused by forcing the spirit of his own. It was like a person who had not slept for a few days and nights, and his eyes were green and his face was actually terrible.

"No one can burn my paintings, no one can survive in my ice-cold world, let alone shine, temperature, flame!" The ice-creamer and the white leopard smashed.

This cockroach, even the white foam is ejected from the mouth.

His eyes turned up sharply, and the last stroke of the painting was equivalent to taking away part of his life, and the body of the load showed a violent reaction!

After convulsions and vomiting, the white leopard couldn’t hold it anymore. He wanted to paint the ice. He was beaten out by the energy of the counterattack. The body directly slammed into the iceberg behind it, and the iceberg collapsed!

"Big Brother!!"

The cold tiger rushed to the scene, and the white leopard died there. Even if the bones on his back were smashed, he stood like a soldier, or he fell.

"I won't lose, I won't lose, I won't lose. I am the strongest ice master in this country. How can I lose to a fireless unnamed junior!!!" Oh, his body is already very strange.

"You, don't interfere!!"

"I can kill him. What Yan Ji, what the fire, will become the soul of my paint!"

The white leopard swayed forward, clutching the goose-haired snow pen, but his fingers trembled.

Even the goose hair snow pen is not stable, how can he fight again?

"Rumble rumble!!!!!!!"

The ice floes began to fall down. In the true sense of the sky, the Queen of Yan Ji slowly descended from the black mark. Although the swaying skyfire weakened a few points, it did not reduce her momentum.

Mo Fan’s enemies are still a lot. Not only is this ice-creamer, the white leopard, she reattached to Mo Fan’s body.

Queen Yan Ji is a little tired, just in this passive position into the body of Mo Fan, her fire will not fade, will continue on Mo Fan! !

The most powerful, not Mo Fan, nor the Queen of Yan Ji.

It is now one!

The Queen of Yan Ji came to support the heart of Mofan’s fire –

The blaze of fire! ! !