In the prehistoric world, in front of Yan's tribe, blazing purple flames illuminated the night sky, and the entire area for hundreds of miles was dyed purple.
At this time, the previously majestic and dominant ghost tide had dissipated and scattered, and most of them had been completely annihilated by Yan's sudden purple fire attack.
The remaining few ghosts who had escaped did not dare to stay at the scene anymore. They fled in panic in the jungle at night, without any sign of gathering together again.
"Yan, control the fire quickly. This side can't stand it anymore."
When Yan was at the top of the mountain and was satisfied with his ambition, a loud shout came into his ears. When he looked down, his expression suddenly changed. Without thinking too much, he quickly mobilized his soul, controlled the divine flames of merit in the fire at the foot of the mountain, and quickly escaped from the fire.
As the divine flame of merit left, the intensity of the fire at the foot of the mountain dropped sharply, and the purple color quickly faded, gradually turning into a normal orange color.
At the same time, the surrounding jungle trees, which had been rapidly discolored and carbonized under the high temperature of the purple fire, finally did not cause a fire as the temperature dropped sharply.
"Phew! Fortunately, I stopped in time." Yan patted his rapidly beating heart with lingering fear at this time, and said softly to himself happily.
"It's so scary! I thought I wasn't killed by Yin Gui, but that I was going to be killed by Yan!"
"It's okay! If it were any later, I would definitely be dead."
"The flames are so strong that they can actually control such flames."
"What are you complaining about? If Yan hadn't taken action, we would have been dead."
"Yes! Solving the ghost tide is the most important thing."
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Yan on the mountain naturally heard what the tribesmen at the foot of the mountain said, but he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He was indeed a little carried away just now. Not only did he almost accidentally injure his own tribe, but he also almost let the fire get out of control and cause a fire in the primitive jungle.
He is still a little scared when he thinks about it now, because he knows very well that if a forest fire really forms, he will never be able to solve it with his current ability.
The consequences will not only put the tribe in great danger, but the karma caused by the fire will definitely cause a great loss of his merit and luck, and may even lead to death due to evil retribution.
Thinking of this, Yan couldn't help but shudder, and his soul consciousness came out with all his strength, carefully searching the fire under the mountain over and over again, not letting go of any hidden dangers that might cause a mountain fire.
"Clan leader, there is a fire fifty meters to your right. Please arrange for someone to deal with it."
"Lei, on your left..."
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At this time, Yan couldn't care less about the embarrassment of the accidental injury. Every time he found a fire hazard, he immediately notified the nearby tribesmen to deal with it.
After the fire situation on the tribe's side was almost settled, Yan turned his attention to the direction of the ghost wave, and his suspenseful mood suddenly calmed down.
Because in this direction, perhaps because of the gathering of ghosts and the heavier Yin Qi, the jungle outside the isolation zone was very little affected by the high temperature of the purple flames.
Until this moment, Yan was really relieved.
Once again, he carefully looked around the area with his innate magical power. After confirming that the ghost tide had dissipated and the tribe was truly safe, he happily announced to the tribesmen at the foot of the mountain: "The ghost tide has dispersed! We are victorious!"
"Ah! Victory!"
"Haha~ It's safe!"
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As Yan's words fell, the tribesmen at the foot of the mountain suddenly fell silent, and then started to cry, laugh, dance or make a scene, and gradually their voices began to become unified.
"Hum-hum! Hum!"
The sound of the sacrificial dance sounded in the night sky again, but this time there was less fatigue and urgency in the sound, and more enthusiasm and joy.
Yan smiled on the top of the mountain and watched the tribesmen at the bottom of the mountain revel and sing. Although his mind was a little tired from the extreme operation of the wave of flames just now, his mood was extremely relaxed and satisfied.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!"
At this moment, the roar at the foot of the mountain suddenly changed. They all began to shout Yan's name loudly, their voices filled with intimacy, gratitude and awe.
When the shouts of the tribesmen reached Yan's ears, it was like a thunder exploding in his mind, and his consciousness suddenly became confused and entered a subtle and mysterious state.
In this state, although Yan's consciousness was in a state of confusion, the shouts of the tribesmen could still be heard in his ears.
At the same time, following these shouts, Yan suddenly saw strands of white light spots converging towards him. When these light spots came into contact with his consciousness, he seemed to be able to feel the thoughts of the shouting tribesmen, and at the same time, deep in his heart There was a hint of longing.
But perhaps it was Yan's subconscious mind that was at work. He instinctively rejected the desire in his heart, and began to consciously gather these light spots in one place, excluding them from his consciousness.
As the white light spots gathered more and more, a new scene appeared in Yan's eyes.
He saw that he was in a vast sea of misty white clouds, with a green cloud flame swaying above his head, with a black and yellow light shining through it, always illuminating his consciousness.
At this time, the sea of clouds he was in was constantly surging and gathering, and illusory light was constantly emerging from it, connecting to the blue cloud flames above his head.
Suddenly, he felt that his connection with Yunhai was even closer.
As time goes by, more and more light connects the two, and their connection becomes closer and closer. Under the influence of each other, the color of the sea of clouds gradually changes from white to red, and at the same time, the clouds gradually gather together, eventually forming a huge flower. The red cloud flames complement each other with the green flames above Yan's head.
At the same time, at the moment when this huge red cloud flame was formed, Yan received this feedback, and his consciousness became more relaxed than ever before, and everything in the world seemed to become simpler and clearer at this moment.
Various scenes about fire such as drilling wood to make fire and manipulating fires were constantly rolling and changing in his mind, and his consciousness unknowingly entered a mysterious world.
Here, the entire world is composed of flames, and any laws of fire in the world can be reflected and answered here.
When Yan entered the world, the knowledge about fire that had just rolled in his mind suddenly sublimated, and part of the flames in the world began to boil and resonate, eventually turning into a mysterious flame talisman and imprinted into his soul.
Immediately, Yan knew the function of this magical talisman, and he had his first divine channel technique-sitting on fire.
The formation of this magical power brought him closer to fire. Naturally, he had a lot of insights about acquired fire in his mind, and he had the ability to freely control flames.
At the same time, as the talisman was imprinted into his soul and he became closer to the fire, in this world of flames, he unconsciously had an urge to disperse and merge into it.
Fortunately, just when he was about to take action, there was suddenly a mysterious golden light above his head, causing his instinctive trembling and fear to escape from the world of flames in an instant.
