Chương 1190: Blood Plain Martial Competition

Northern Plains, Feng Xian grotto-heaven.

Rank eight Gu Immortal Prince Feng Xian was silently sitting with his eyes shut.

Flames were burning around him, like clothes fluttering in the sky, they were dazzling and brilliant, dancing like dragons or snakes, extraordinary.

Right now, Prince Feng Xian opened his mouth, spitting out small pearls of flame.

The pearls of flame grew with the wind, in a breath of time, they expanded to become orange-red fireballs with the size of a baby's head.

The fireballs circled around Prince Feng Xian's body, flying up and down, left and right.

Next, Prince Feng Xian opened his mouth again, spitting out another pearl of flame.

A while later, Prince Feng Xian already had eight fireballs around him, they were flying around, crashing into one another, they moved in a profound trail, circling around Prince Feng Xian endlessly.

Right at this time, Prince Feng Xian suddenly opened his eyes.