"Wow..."

The purple wind energy condensed into a divine crystal, transforming into the air, like an extended spider web, covering half of the sky. The strong wind stood tall in the wind, holding the sharp blade with one hand, and was not overly embarrassed by the sudden attack. The dust on his body was dusted, and a pair of divine light flashed eyes looked down. The space was torn apart during the energy fluctuation, and a young man came out with a sword. Who would it be if it weren't Ye Yang?

"Tianhe, how are you?"

Ye Yang lowered his Haotian Sword in his hand, looked at the strong wind in the air, and asked his friends behind him without looking back.

Zhang Tianhe's arms were numb, his muscles and bones were broken, and he grinned his teeth and endured the pain, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I will naturally not die for a while. Ziyu, you are indeed not dead, and you have become stronger."

Ye Yang's eyes were calm: "Well, Tianhe, please step down, leave here to me."

"good."

Zhang Tianhe held his arm and walked into the courtyard of the Vulcan clan tremblingly.

...

The afterglow of the sunset sunset fell on Ye Yang's body, as if he had gilded his long black hair. His firm face seemed to be carved by a knife under the years of refinement. His whole body felt a sense of dust-lost elegance, but what remained unchanged was the clear gaze and his outstanding cultivation.

"elder brother……"

Yan Yao's delicate body trembled. Looking at Ye Yang who seemed familiar, her heart was full of grievance and joy. Her whole spirit seemed to be about to collapse. She slowly knelt on the ground, tears burst out from her eyes, and murmured: "Brother...Brother is not dead, brother is still alive, wuwu...Brother is still alive..."

Ye Yang's nose felt sour and he whispered: "Yan Yao, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Yan Yao nodded firmly and said, "My sister and I have been waiting for our brother to come back. Now, my brother is really back, wuwu..."

Peng Yue'er held a thin sword and looked at Ye Yang, saying, "Ziyu, be careful, Dafeng's cultivation is unfathomable, and even Tianhe is not an opponent, you must be careful."

"knew."

Ye Yang glanced at him and smiled and said, "Second Uncle, Ye Shuang, I'm back."

Ye Beichi burst into tears: "Okay... It's good if Ziyu comes back, that's good..."

...

In the air, the wind held the giant blade with a chill in his eyes and sneered: "Have you finished reminiscing? It turns out that this kid is Ye Yang. I originally planned to look for you in a drastic way, but now you have come to your door by yourself. Then I will never be polite. Ye Yang, today, this Fire God Clan is your burial place."

Dafeng pointed at the Fire God Altar and smiled and said, "I will bury you in the Fire God Altar and burn your spiritual character day and night. Moreover, I want your sister Yan Yao and your girlfriend Peng Yue'er. Hahaha, the Lone King will be on the big bed of the sky, so that these two beauties are dying, so you can rest in peace."

Ye Yang raised the Haotian Sword, smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Dafeng, do you only have the ability to speak out? Let me tell you, I have left the human world for a year and practiced hard for a year. No matter what, I just want to take the head of your neck. Looking at this sword, it will be this sword, breaking your divine nature. No matter whether you are a god in the sky or a king of the ghost realm, you will die today."

"Come on, Ye Yang."

The wind opened his arms, the energy of the divine crystal was swelling, and laughed: "At the first level of Tianchen, do you really think that ascending to a god can kill me? Hahaha, Ye Yang, you have just entered the realm of God, I guess you have never even seen it in the heaven. It's such a pity. Another cultivator who has not yet entered the divine realm is about to die under my knife."

"Bah, let's talk about it after the battle."

Ye Yang shouted softly, and suddenly his eyes were dyed with a layer of gold. Flames circled around him. Countless cyclone shuttles made the battle robe sound. Golden talisman seals appeared on the outer edge of the armor, making the whole person look like a god of war descending to earth. What was even more shocking was that Ye Yang's hair was a little red, as if it had been dyed, but it was obviously not like that.

Peng Yue'er was shocked. Looking at Ye Yang's appearance, she opened her mouth wide and said, "Ziyu... how could his appearance become like that? What's wrong with his hair?"

Ye Beichi was knowledgeable and trembled all over and said, "Can it be... Could it be that Ziyu has cultivated to the real realm of a true Fire God Warrior."

Ye Shuang wondered: "Dad, what is the God of Fire Warrior's God."

Ye Beichi said in a deep voice: "Among the six guardian warriors, the combat power of the Fire God warriors is the first, and the defense of the Earth God warriors is the first, and the ordinary Fire God warriors are just awakening of blood. However, in ancient legends, once the Fire God falls, the laws of heaven and earth will choose a warrior who is versatile among the Fire God warriors. He will change. Once the Fire God transforms, he will have the ability to summon the oracle, that is to say... Zi Yu... He may be chosen by all things in the world as a new Fire God, and Zi Yu ascends to a god, and this... all this becomes very easy to explain."

Zhang Tianhe was shocked: "Uncle, what you mean is that Ziyu is now the new Vulcan God."

Ye Beichi nodded: "It is very likely that this is the case, otherwise Ziyu's hair would not turn red. According to legend, the hair of the previous fire god Zhu Rong was blood-red. Moreover, in the war between gods and demons, Zhu Rong had already fallen, and Ziyu became the new fire god, which is very likely..."

"Vulcan..."

Yan Yao opened her mouth wide and murmured: "Brother has really become a god, and he is the God of Fire recognized by all living things in the world... Brother is so powerful."

Peng Yue'er said nothing, her beautiful eyes were full of confusion. Indeed, Ye Yang had gradually transformed from that scoundrel boy to a peerless strong man, a man who dared to act and had a clear conscience.

...

Ye Yang slowly raised the Haotian Sword, raised his left hand flat, and a trace of the word "fire" appeared in his palm. The sound of the sky in the Sanskrit sounds, golden light poured down, as if the gods came down to earth. Sure enough, just as Ye Beichi said, Ye Yang had new abilities,

Dafeng looked cold and suddenly sneered: "The power of oracle, haha, boy, I am very blessed. He was actually chosen as the Fire God by those elves without beads. I have seen this Fire God Seal in Zhurong. Unfortunately, Zhurong died early. Speaking of which, during the battle between gods and demons, I also helped Zhurong. When he was dying, I cut off one of his arms with a knife and threw it into the deep sea for the monsters to compete for food. Hahaha, the ancient god was like grass when he died, and that was just like that."

...

Ye Yang's eyes were chilling, and the flames in his hand were burning. He smiled and said, "Hifeng, I've said so much, let's take the call."

Suddenly, Ye Yang disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he had already soared into the sky. The Haotian Sword slashed out with the energy of the Purgatory Fire Blade,
Chapter completed!