sun and moon return

The endless sea of ​​fire still wants to break through the shackles and burn everything.

Feidao's pale face became more and more ugly, his eyes turned from black to red, his body became more hostile, and his spiritual power became more arrogant and unrestrained, spreading, as time passed bit by bit, as his arms turned from red to scorched black, As the floating lotus burst, Feidao's eyes turned blood red.

With a bang, the two fell to the ground.

The scalding ground made Fei Dao, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, feel like dying, pain, followed by numbness.With his last breath, he lifted Zheli with the floating lotus, and passed out.

"Tick..."

"...tick"

Amidst the sound of water droplets, Feidao still woke up first. The remaining ice and snow turned into water stains, which took away the heat from the bottom of the alchemy furnace. He found that Zheli's breathing was stable. Except for the eyes, other meridians were not damaged. Feidao protruded a little The scorched left hand was meditating to gather Qi, but fortunately, the spiritual power was still running smoothly, and the meridians were not completely damaged.

Just when he was in samadhi, there was faintly faint, ethereal and melodious singing in his ears. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was silence around him, as if it was just his illusion.

Just when he was full of doubts, the sleepy Zheli suddenly became restless, and Feidao stretched out his hand to caress Zheli's forehead, already breaking out in a layer of cold sweat.

The bloodshot eyes appeared again, Feidao stretched out his hand over Zheli's head, and brushed the hair, but saw that the outer edge of the wound on Zheli's neck was black, and a few wisps of black smoke surrounded the wound, as if he was looking for a way to enter the blood.

Linglian condensed from Feidao's fingertips, and the pale blue light illuminated Zheli's face, and the faint coolness of Linglian gradually calmed Zheli who was in a nightmare.

The spirit lotus floated away from the fingertips and landed on the wound, ripples spread out, driving away the evil spirit attached to the wound, Feidao stretched out his index finger, the fingertips condensed blood, the spirit lotus landed on the wound, The blood beads condensed into a blood thread, the wound was stitched up, and Linglian printed it.

After the imprint was planted, Feidao looked at the imprint thoughtfully.

This kind of technique that was used effortlessly did not come from Qingwu, and he himself didn't know where it came from, but he just raised his hand and found that he had done it.

The blue light in the darkness gradually disappeared, and the lonely ghosts that originally surrounded Zheli turned to Feidao. Feidao raised his slightly drooping eyes, and the icy blood in them was chilling.

Inaudible whispers came from the ear, suddenly far away and now near.

Waking up from Wu Nong's soft words, Zheli opened his eyes, and what he saw was darkness. Is he still alive, or this is another world.

"Am I dead?" The thought came out of his mouth, and the pain on his body reminded him that he was lucky to be alive, which was extremely unexpected.There was a faint snap of fingers in his ears, and Zheli's ears rang for a moment.

"Alive." An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears, and Zheli cast his eyes cautiously.

In the endless darkness, a slight breathing sound could be heard.

Zheli turned in that person's direction and asked, "Who are you?"

Feidao didn't answer.

Zheli tentatively asked again: "Did you save me?"

"Yeah." Simple answer.

The fire was still reflected in his mind, and Zheli naturally thanked his benefactor: "Thank you benefactor, what is benefactor's name?"

Feidao thought for a moment, then his eyes fell on Fengxiao at his waist: "Xiao Feng."

"Ah, Mr. Xiao." Zheli groped the rough ground, except for some dampness, there was also some gray, "Is the mouse spirit dead? Why is it so dark here? Are we at the bottom of the mountain?"

"Dead." Feidao looked at him indifferently: "Your eyes have been poisoned by fire, and you are temporarily blind."

Zheli froze, and stretched out his hand to touch his eyes in disbelief. When he lifted it up in the air, someone grabbed him: "Dirty hands, don't touch them."

Zheli opened his mouth, and after a long time, he squeezed out a wry smile: "I just said...the eyes are so sore..." He seemed to be lost, lost his soul, stretched out his hand again to touch, stopped again, and hung down in vain hands.

Feidao just watched coldly, and for a while he asked casually: "I see that you are not good at cultivation, how dare you pick trouble with that mouse spirit."

Zheli felt that he had been hit hard again, the words were stuck in his throat, and he also fainted.

That's right, if he hadn't been arrogant, thinking that he would be able to reverse the ending with his extraordinary talent, but now it has been proved that he is nothing more than an ant.

Seeing that Zheli was bitterly silent and Feidao's expression softened again, he turned his head and said, "Don't worry, I can take you out to heal your injuries when I recover my spiritual power."

Zheli heard that his eyes were still recoverable, so he became hopeful again, and quickly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, sir."

Feidao meditated for a long while, and then he heard Zheli say: "Sir, did you hear anything?"

The cave was filled with the sound of ticking water, but other than that, it was very quiet.

"No."

"..." Zheli showed a puzzled expression, "Did I hear wrong..."

"The souls of the dead gather here. Where the souls of the dead gather, it is easy to be charmed. The charmer will seduce people with their voices and colors. Don't listen carefully."

"So that's how it is." Zheli looked serious, "It was recorded in books that the polar regions, treasures, and geomantic omens can gather yin and yang, make the souls of the dead immortal, and turn them into charms. people."

"Yeah." Feidao gave him an approving look.After reading those books, it was not in vain.

After a while, Zheli's expression became suspicious again, sometimes he leaned forward, sometimes attached his ears to the stone wall, agitated like a louse on his body.

"If you have nothing to do, you can meditate to recuperate." Feidao sighed.

"Mr. Xiao, I think there seems to be another voice, do you hear it?"

Feidao opened his eyes and carefully identified them.

"I feel like it's far away, and there's a sound like... coal fire bursting." Zheli replied.

Feidao was a little surprised, and thinking about the ferocious fire at the foot of the mountain, coupled with the charm, it is really possible that there is a kind of fire hidden in front of him.

It doesn't matter if you are injured, the main reason is that the loss of cultivation base is a bit severe.He recovered [-]% from meditation just now, so it should be enough.

When he thought of this, he saw that Zheli had stood up while holding onto the mountain wall. He tried to move forward, but his feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

His arm was grabbed by someone, Zheli naturally knew it was Xiao Feng, he thanked again, then sighed, he didn't know how many times to thank him in this period of time, he is really used to causing trouble for others.

"Slow down." Feidao said, leading him forward.

The road was unexpectedly slippery and rough, and Zheli slipped again, holding Feidao's arm with his backhand.

The rough and cold touch made Zheli shrank his neck, his skin was as dry as dry and cracked land in a drought, and it was as cold as ice, Zheli couldn't help being surprised, his empty eyes looked at Feidao: "Sir, your hand ..."

"I was injured." Feidao didn't shy away, dragging him to move on.

Zhe Li suddenly fell silent, no matter what the other party's reason was, there should be no need to save him who fell into the flames, after all, when he fell, he had already heard the scream of the mouse spirit.He was injured so badly, and he had to carry such a burden as himself...

Feidao noticed Zheli's sudden silence and emotional slump, but he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he thought it would be better for him to be quiet. It happened that he still had a hard-to-dispel anger in his heart at this moment, and he wanted to beat him up. good.

The two walked forward for a while, Zheli couldn't see it, but Feidao could see it clearly. In the center of the mountainside, that is, at the center of the bottom of the alchemy furnace, embedded in the center of the earth, there was a blue-purple fire core the size of a human head.

"It's here." Zheli stopped in front of the fire core.

Feidao looked at him unexpectedly: "Can you see it?"

Zheli shook his head: "I can hear the sound of the flame coming from here. Sir, what is in front of you?"

The child who was still in a mood just now regained his reason in an instant.

"Fire core." Feidao replied.

"Fire core?" Zheli was puzzled.

"That is, the center of the flame, the source of spiritual power, and the starting point of burning." Feidao slowly let go of Zheli, squatted down and observed carefully, using the mountain as the alchemy furnace, and the flesh and blood as the guide.If his guess is correct, this should be the Burning Sky Purple Fire among the divine fires.

"What fire's nuclear energy is so powerful?" Zhe Li muttered.

"Burning sky purple fire." Feidao raised his eyes, and the blue-purple spiritual power wandered above the fire core and reflected in his eyes.

Zhe Li held his chin in amazement: "Burning the sky purple fire?! Isn't this fire core more than ten thousand years old?!"

Feidao showed approval again: "Well, the fire core of the sky-burning purple fire is ten thousand-year-old iron. It can cast the world's most precious treasures, and can spark the sky-burning fire."

It is a good material for making swords, but it happens that Zheli lacks a good weapon.

The boss stared at Zheli in shock: "Wanniantie... that rat spirit... is that rat spirit the legendary fire rat who stole the sacred fire from Jiuxiao?" Chi, who feeds on fire, understands the nature of fire, yes, it must be."

Seeing that he was overjoyed, Feidao couldn't help sighing, "What kind of books have you read?"

Zheli was stunned for a moment, touched his head and replied, "I have nothing to do, so I like to read some essays and anecdotes..."

Feidao glanced at him helplessly, then lowered his head to look at the fire core.This thing is really good, it is just right to match the gift, and it is worth his energy.It's not easy to just take it out.

It fell silent again.

Zheli asked tentatively, "Mr. Xiao?"

Feidao responded: "I'm thinking about how to get this fire core."

"The fire core of the burning sky fire contains extraordinary fire nature. If you take it rashly, it will be tantamount to rape." Zhe Li said, "As far as I know, the only way to suppress and isolate the fire nature is to suppress it with spiritual power. , or those who can fuse the holy fire can take it out."

"good."

It's just that Feidao's spiritual power recovery is not enough now, and it may be difficult to forcibly suppress Huo Xing.

Feidao was thinking about it, but he didn't know when Zheli had already squatted down. He was in a trance when he saw a hand groping towards the fire core.

Zheli's hand was pinched in an instant, and he purposely used the uninjured hand. His anger poured down instantly, and Zheli felt the change in his aura in an instant. He was slightly stunned, and subconsciously called out: " master?"

Feidao was startled.

Probably because he hadn't heard these two words for some days, he was a little moved unexpectedly, and his anger dissipated without a trace in an instant, but the resentment in his heart accumulated even more.

#四、Shengquan Temple Mountain Linghua Demon