Medicine door witch

Chapter 967 The Blood of Emperor Yaori Huoyuan (4)

He simply asked someone to bring a chair over, and sat down very leisurely, with a very lazy posture.

Xuanyuan Hong's heart hangs.

What does this uncle want to do?
"Third Elder, how about we make a bet?" Xuanyuan Yu placed a slender hand on the edge of the chair, and tapped his middle finger lightly, rhythmically.

"What... what bet?" Xuanyuanhong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, stretched out a hand, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled into an extremely sinister arc, and he said: "Have you heard of the legend that there is a sun god in the nine heavens, and only the true blood descendants of the sun god can live forever in the blazing flames?" Not dead."

"I've heard of it." Xuanyuan Hong's eyes flickered with suspicion, "Why does His Royal Highness mention this?"

Xuanyuan Yu turned his head and stared fixedly at Xuanyuan Hong, his black hole-like pupils flashed an extremely sharp color, and said, "Tell me, if Luo'er can come out of such a big fire safely... "

"This is impossible." Xuanyuan Hong vetoed it without hesitation, "No mortal can survive such flames."

The Xuanyuan clan practiced Jin Yuan.

Huo Ke Jin.Gold cultivators have an instinctive fear of flames.

The smile on the corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips deepened, and he said, "The prince is saying, what if, if, I don't understand, assuming——can it be?"

Xuanyuanhong's eyes flickered with respect, and his eyes drifted to the depths of the endless sky, saying: "Only the descendants of the true blood of the Sun God can do that."

The precious bone rune of the Xuanyuan clan is Yinyue.

The Xuanyuan family in the heavens is also an extremely powerful race, and they live on the moon.

But how can the moon compete with the sun?

No matter how powerful the blood clan of Yinyue Jin Yuandi is, they are inferior to the blood clan of Yaori Huoyuandi.

"However, Your Royal Highness, the records on the Tianyuan Continent about the Yaori Huoyuan Emperor's blood clan disappeared 1000 years ago." Xuanyuanhong reminded, "Ling Luo who happens to be a fire cultivator, it is better not to treat her Bless the great hope."

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and said, "It's just a gamble, what, the third elder dare not?"

Xuanyuan Hong said very respectfully: "Since His Highness the Crown Prince has character, the old minister will have to accompany him to the end."

"Okay!" Xuanyuan Yu clapped his hands on the desk, his black hole-like pupils shot out a dazzling light, "Then the prince bet that Luo'er is the true blood descendant of the Sun God, and can come out of this sea of ​​flames safely!"

Xuanyuan Hong's eyes narrowed, his face was full of smiles, and he said: "Then I bet that the blood line of Emperor Yaori Huoyuan has long been extinct in the world, and Ling Luo will surely die in the sea of ​​fire."

"Hehe." Xuanyuan Yu sneered, with a fatal vortex spinning in his eyes like black holes, "You're doomed."

Xuanyuan Hong raised his eyebrows, a look of narrowness flashed across his eyes, and said: "If this subject happens to win, can His Highness the Crown Prince agree to one thing?"

"Oh? What's the matter, let's talk about it." Xuanyuan Yu's expression was extremely lazy and relaxed.

Xuanyuan Hong's eyes lit up, and he said: "If my subject wins, may I invite His Royal Highness to meet Yangyue Princess?"

"Yes, no problem." Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled slightly, and the tone of his voice was meaningful, "If the prince wins, what should you do?"

(End of this chapter)