super king glory

His experience is still increasing.

Finally, I don't know how long it took.

Almost all the fire energy of the Giant Flame Saint Tiger Yan was absorbed, leaving only a wisp of flame in the shape of a young tiger, floating in front of Wang Xiaojian.

It remained motionless, as if it was waiting for Wang Xiaojian to devour it.

In the main hall, Daji is not far away.

She watched Wang Xiaojian absorb the fire energy with her own eyes, turning the flame tiger into a weak flame tiger cub.

The look of worry on the charming and suffocating face disappeared, replaced by a look of joy.

"Master, devour it quickly. After swallowing it, you can become stronger again."

Daji sent a voice transmission to Wang Xiaojian, hoping that Wang Xiaojian would devour the flame that looked like a young tiger.

However, Wang Xiaojian did not do this.

He opened his eyes and looked at the holy fire of his cub floating above him, with a look of doubt on his face.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "This is not the original fire of the Giant Flame Sacred Tiger, but a wisp of fire!"

"Hahaha!"

Wang Xiaojian's voice fell, and laughter resounded in the air, "That's right, boy of later generations. This is indeed not the original fire, but the Zihuo."

Wang Xiaojian could hear the old man's loud laughter.

He glanced at Zihuo who was still floating in the air, and then stood up.

At this time, by absorbing the fire energy of the holy fire, Wang Xiaojian has made the old man in front of him harmless.

Otherwise, as long as the old man in front of him hinders him a little, the process of his absorption will be full of difficulties.

Moreover, in the process of absorbing, Wang Xiaojian also discovered that this fire had a connection with the old man.

Because he absorbed a lot of fire energy.

The originally illusory body became more transparent.

Under Daji's astonished gaze, Wang Xiaojian stood up, punched the old man who had become more illusory at this time, and said, "Thank you, senior, for your fulfillment."

Yan Yazi was weaker than before, seeing Wang Xiaojian's appearance, he smiled gratifiedly, "Boy, you are finally being polite to this old man."

"Since you have thanked the old man, then swallow this wisp of fire."

Wang Xiaojian frowned, said: "But if I swallow it, senior will..."

"Dead, right?"

Yan Yazi smiled, complex expressions appeared on his illusory old face, "This old man is a remnant soul that is about to be shattered, relying on the power of this fire to survive until now. Now it has reached the limit, even if there is still this fire , after a while, the old man will completely disappear from this world..."

Wang Xiaojian did not expect that the old man would say such a thing.

Thinking of the inscrutability of the old man in front of him, Wang Xiaojian frowned and said, "Senior, can I tell you about you?"

"That's natural. We've come to this point. I will definitely tell you about the old man."

The illusory old man said with a smile, "The future is awesome, the old man is still counting on you, and the old man's last wish..."

He is indeed related to that strand of Zihuo, because most of Zihuo's fire can be swallowed by Wang Xiaojian.His already transparent body was much more illusory.

Facing Wang Xiaojian, he spoke again, and the old voice echoed throughout the hall, "Listen up, boy of later generations. Old man Yan Yazi is the No.40 ninth generation elder of the Yan clan in the Sanctuary."

Sanctuary, Yan Clan!

No.40 Nine generations of great elders?

Wang Xiaojian was taken aback, he had obtained the memories of the elders of Baihuazong and Linglingzong.

He knew that besides Zhonglan Territory, there was a more advanced region called Sanctuary.

There are strong people like forests, and it is the center of this continent.

Wang Xiaojian has also vaguely heard the word "Yan Clan", which seems to be a mysterious family in the sanctuary.

But he is the great elder of that mysterious family? !

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Wang Xiaojian's heart was shaken, even though he had guessed that the old man's identity was extraordinary, he never thought that it had such a background.

He didn't interrupt the old man, and listened to him continue talking.

"This old man is not only the No.40 ninth-generation elder of the Yan Clan, but also possesses the most peculiar holy fire in the world, and is a seventh-rank pharmacist!"

"Boy, you are also a pharmacist. You should know what a seventh-grade pharmacist is like."

Looking at the illusory face of the old man, Wang Xiaojian nodded, and said: "Senior, this junior knows. That is the grandmaster who can refine heavenly treasure pills!"

Yan Yazi nodded, showing a bit of pride on his illusory old face, and said, "That's right. I'm such a master. 500 years ago, when I was alive, people called me Dansheng. Even The sect masters of the major forces must be respectful when they see this old man."

Dan Sheng!

Wang Xiaojian's heart trembled slightly, just these two words made Wang Xiaojian roughly know how amazing this old man is.

Although the old man Yan Yazi didn't say anything about his cultivation.

However, Wang Xiaojian roughly guessed his cultivation.

It's a warrior!

It is an existence of a higher level than Wu Zun.

But he didn't know that the old man was a martial artist of several stars.

However, Wang Xiaojian didn't ask this question.

He frowned at the old man, and said: "Senior, what happened later. You are obviously the elder of the Sanctuary clan, why did you come here? Did you build the palace here?"

Yan Yazi sighed, and said: "Boy, this palace was indeed built by the old man. As for why you came here, it starts with a prescription."

"A pair of pills?"

"good."

In the main hall, Yan Yazi nodded, with a look of reminiscence on his illusory old face, he said: "The formula for the pill was obtained by the old man in an ancient ruin. It recorded a pair of heaven-ranked pills called Sanqing Concentrating Soul Sculpting God Dan."