The Fairy Boat Is Too Bitter, I Am Domineering In Teyvat

"It's a phantom sound!"

Hearing this voice, Yue Yueqi's expression changed. She quickly raised her head and looked around cautiously: "Where is she?"

Her body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time.

Her hand had quietly grasped the handle of the weapon, ready to deal with any danger that might arise immediately.

March 7's heartbeat quickened, but she forced herself to stay calm

Not only March 7th, but Xinghe Danheng and others also looked around with police-like expressions on their faces.

Huanhu is the Great Lord of Extermination and must not be treated with common sense.

While March Qi and others were on alert, Lin Mo immediately turned his attention to a group of Spark Essence that appeared quietly in the distance.

To be precise, it is fantasy.

The essence of phantom is Suiyang.

The true nature of Suiyang is like this.

This strange fire has a terrifying temperature, but it does not burn matter, but floats in space, like shining stars.

This ball of fire seems gentle, but it contains an inaccessible fiery temperature. This is unique to Suiyang. It is not only a symbol of vitality, but also the source of destruction.

This ball of light contains turbulence in its stillness. The air around it is distorted by the high temperature, forming unique streamlined light waves that make people dare not look directly.

Not only Lin Mo discovered it, Jing Yuan and others also looked over immediately and discovered this.

"This is?"

Seeing this, Jing Yuan's pupils shrank sharply. "580"

Isn't this Suiyang?

How come Suiyang appears here?

Huanhui, is it the change of the sun?

At this time, the essence of Suiyang is floating in the air loomingly, seeming to be incompatible with the surrounding world, but also self-contained.

Its existence makes this space seem to come alive because of its light. Even if you stand far away from the terrifying temperature, you can still feel its energy fluctuations.

After everyone looked at it, they realized that Suiyang looked extremely dazzling in the quiet Jianmu space!

It is not like any ordinary flame. The energy contained in it makes people feel an almost touchable heat, revealing a terrifying and powerful power.

The light showed strange colors, ranging from fiery golden to deep blue-green, intertwined into a vortex of ever-changing temperatures and colors.

The phantom body not only has a terrifying temperature, but also exudes a strange sense of beauty.

It is like a living creature, gently expanding or contracting with the rhythm of breathing, and every change seems to tell the story of the years.

It looks extremely unusual, like a work of art, blending horror and beauty.

"D$!"

The next second, when this group of sparks suddenly burst out with even more dazzling brilliance, the temperature of the entire space seemed to rise.

Sometimes the outline of a face will flash in the center of the light, looming, as if the illusion is showing her true posture to the viewer.

Her existence is not static, but full of dynamic power. It wanders in space, looking for something or waiting for something.

Around the phantom body, light and shadow intertwine to form a bizarre picture that makes people unable to look directly, but unable to move their eyes away.

In this blurred light, March 7 felt a primitive and ancient power surging.

It transcends ordinary people's cognition, just like the primitive chaos when the world first opened.

Under the reflection of the illusory body, the shadows of March 7 and everyone were stretched very long, looking twisted and ethereal.

At this moment, time seems to have frozen, the space has become blurred, and only the phantom sound echoes in the tranquility, bringing a touch of modern flavor to this ancient world.

"Buzz!"

The next second, Huan Hu's body burst out with a bright light.

At this moment, all the light seemed to be swallowed up, and the surrounding air evaporated instantly, revealing tiny gaps, as if even time and space were to be torn apart by this ruthless flame.

This is a kind of heat that cannot be measured by temperature. It not only burns matter, but also burns every molecule in the air, even light.

The loud sound of "Boom!" was like the angry roar of the gods, and the burning Xuanlian seemed like flames spurting out from the portal of another world.

The color of the flame is no longer a single orange-red, but a mixture of golden, red, and even dark blue, which is a sign that the burning temperature has reached different levels.

The fire soars into the sky. Its spectacularness lies not only in its size, but also in the energy it releases.

Everyone who can see this scene will feel the heat rising from the bone marrow, which is the enthusiasm of the fire of life.

The mysterious lotus in the flames rolled in the scorching heat, and each of its petals was wrapped in endless fire, just like the sun in the beginning, just born from chaos [full of the calendar area of ​​creation.

Its brilliance is not a gentle brilliance, but a power that almost tears the world apart.

This terrifying high temperature seems to burn everything into nothingness, and even the air is roaring, trembling, and fleeing.

"Boom!"

The monstrous flames were like a huge beast's mouth, swallowing up everything that dared to get close.

In the face of such flames, all metals will lose their shape, sand and stones will turn into glass, and even time will seem to stop here.

Because in the face of such a temperature, everything loses its meaning, and only the purest heat and light are left.

The feast of fire continues with no sign of stopping.

It is not only a visual shock, but also a spiritual baptism.

In this blazing fire, March 7th saw what power, wildness, and freedom were.

In that bright and blazing fire, all life can feel its call. It is the most primitive call and the oldest voice in the depths of the universe.

The heat of the flame did not diminish, and it slowly condensed under the eyes of everyone, forming a huge crown, radiating radiantly, as if to penetrate all mundane constraints.

Immediately afterwards, under the crown, an even greater force was brewing.

That is the essence of Spark, the power of Suiyang, accompanied by the power of Jianmu.

Its appearance is both a grand event and a disaster!

The figure slowly transformed under the crown is like the creator in ancient myths. The upper body is broad and strong, and every muscle seems to contain infinite power. The skin is shining like a spark, and every breath seems to be in the air. Absorbing the stars [Every ten heartbeats seem to be beating the rhythm of the universe.

The phantom face is profound, like the brightest stars in the night sky, and like the most elusive undercurrent in the deep sea.

What shines in his eyes is not only the brilliance of flames, but also the insight and control of all things.

Those deep eyes seemed to be able to look straight into the depths of the soul.

At this moment, March Qi and others even forgot to breathe, their hearts seemed so small in front of this giant existence.

The hazy hair looks like it is made of wicker, and every strand contains the precipitation of time and the brilliance of stars.

Under the crown on her head, her hair fluttered in the wind, like pieces of burning flames. Every swing caused a wave of heat, distorting the surrounding air.

And the armor she wore seemed to be forged by stars and flames. It was both indestructible and full of vitality.

The armor is engraved with complex lines, which are the rules of the universe and the embodiment of a rich destiny. Every line is shining with the light of wisdom, making people dare not look directly at it.

On Huanhu's chest, a bright gem beats, like a small sun, exuding warm and powerful vitality.

It is constantly breathing light, as if telling the story of the years, declaring the eternity and greatness of this existence.

At this time, Huan Hu was like a king from ancient legends. His aura was terrifying, like a giant, looking down at everyone.

That kind of shocking coercion made everyone feel unprecedented shock.0

The existence of phantom is not only the control of matter, but also the control of time and space.

It seemed that everything seemed so vulnerable in front of her.

It was as if she could turn everything into nothingness with just a wave of her hand.

In this bright and blazing fire, the power of Suiyang is fully revealed.

This is the most primitive call, the oldest voice in the depths of the universe, the essence of sparks that can devour everything and has eternal life!

"Here, what's going on?"

Seeing this scene, March Qi suddenly looked horrified and stammered: "Why did it suddenly become so big and have such a huge body?"

Isn't the body of the phantom a ball of flame?

Why has it become like this now?

"Her true body is Suiyang, which is the power of Jianmu."

Jing Yuan's face was heavy: "Be careful, the worst case scenario has occurred. Jianmu's power has been completely mobilized by Huanwu, and it has been mobilized by Huanwu and transformed into a body."

The fact that Huanlu himself was Suiyang was beyond his expectation.

He really didn't expect that Huan Huan's true form would actually be Sui Yang.

"Haha, how's it going? Have you seen my new body?"

At this time, Huan Wu chuckled and said, "The miracle of fertility is well-deserved."

As he spoke, behind Huan Huan, there was something like a huge cloak made of wood, and the light on it was constantly changing.

Every change brings with it a storm of spatial fluctuations, as if a slight flip can set off a violent storm and destroy the balance of the world.

The illusive existence is an extraordinary symbol, like a giant in mythology, looking down at the mortal world.

The essence of sparks, the incarnation of Suiyang, every breath she takes seems to be calling for the origin of life, and every movement seems solemn and sacred.

Suiyang's true body is an existence that can swallow everything and has eternal life.

Her power goes back a long way, enough to make anyone who dares challenge him feel deep despair.

While speaking, Huanlong also waved the fan in his hand slightly.

This fan is not a decoration that ordinary people can understand.

The fan is huge and boundless, like a giant curtain that can cover the sky. Each fan blade on it exudes a bright green light, which is a symbol of vitality and the source of destructive power.

The light patterns on the fan are complex and mysterious, flowing with a rhythm that seems to be able to guide life energy.

As Huanhu waved his fan gently, the space seemed to fluctuate, and the trajectory of the fan left twisted space cracks. This was the precursor of the space storm and a display of absolute power.

In front of this fan, everything seems insignificant.

It is not just a weapon, but more like a key that can control the order of the universe.

Under Huanhu's control, the fan seemed to have a will of its own.

It is not just a tool that exudes terrifying fluctuations, but more like a living existence.

Every time the fan is waved, it is accompanied by the intertwining of vitality and death, showing a shocking beauty and terror.

This extraordinary fan is a symbol of Jianmu’s core strength.

It is also the medium that Huanyu takes charge of after Jianmu recovers.

"Suiyang and Jianmu are in trouble."

Jing Yuan frowned.

This is not an ordinary Lord of Extermination at all.

The ordinary King of Extinction himself has terrifying combat power.

Today's Huanhu, with the help of Jianmu's resurrection, condensed Jianmu's power and turned it into a physical body. This is a physical body formed by relying on Jianmu.

It means it is extremely difficult to destroy and easy to recover from injuries.

Integrating the characteristics of Jianmu, Huanhu seems to be in an invincible position.

But the next second, Jing Yuan saw Lin Mo and felt slightly relieved.

With this person here, the complete power of the Dragon Master is not impossible to deal with Huan Hu. .