Da Ri Jin Yan already possesses extremely high spiritual intelligence.
That look of arrogance and wanting to be beaten was the first thing Yu Zhi had ever seen in his life.
Fortunately, the Great Sun Golden Flame is only the Great Sun Golden Flame. Although it is a spiritual fire, it is also suppressed by the cold air of the cold jade bed.
After Xiaohuo Ren slumped, Yu Zhi looked at him.
"Let me go. When I get out of trouble, I will definitely kill you!"
"You lowly human race! It was easier for me to crush you to death than to crush an ant to death."
The little fireman was still unconvinced.
Yu Zhi picked up another small piece of cold jade and plopped it on the little fire man's head.
White smoke curled up, and the golden flame became a little weaker.
"Bitch, I... ow."
Yu Zhi shook his head helplessly, this was even more arrogant than Feiying.
"I know Fei Ying from the Lingkui tribe, and I also know a small white flower with green pistils. Tell me, which king of the Lingkui tribe are you?"
To be able to call myself this lord, this person is definitely a powerful Lingkui who fell a thousand years ago and has a very high status in the Lingkui clan.
His tone of voice is exactly the same as that old monster Feiying.
Xiaohuo Ren examined Yu Zhi, his voice still like thunder.
"I am the Emperor's Immortal Flame Lord. Do you really know Queen Feiying and King Qingmio?"
Thousands of years ago, following the final battle, the Immortal Flame Lord, whose body was the Great Sun Jin Yan, also fell. Fortunately, the golden flame of the great sun is immortal.
After turning into the original fire and hiding for thousands of years, the Immortal Flame Lord regained consciousness.
It's just that the level of strength back then was not even the same.
Yu Zhi nodded and said: "Fei Ying has a remnant soul left. As for the Qing Miao King you mentioned, that little white flower... is about to die."
"Impossible." Xiaohuo Ren immediately retorted, "King Qingmio is the medical king of our clan, and his life-saving methods are not weaker than those of the emperor. Even if Queen Feiying dies, King Qingmio will not die."
Yu Zhi didn't know what King Qingmiao was like.
Having said that, I learned some more information from Lord Wu Mie Yan.
"Be obedient and I will take you to Feiying." Yu Zhi said.
The Immortal Flame Lord snorted coldly and said domineeringly: "Why should I trust you, a lowly human race?"
"Please clarify the situation. You are in my hands now. I can kill you with just a splash of urine." Yu Zhi said.
The Immortal Flame Lord was suppressed by the cold jade, and his fire energy was completely gone.
"Hmph, I am like a tiger in peace. Back then, I could have burned you with just a spit."
Immortal Flame Lord is still tough-talking, but fortunately he no longer has the strength he once had.
Today's state is even more miserable than when Feiying was just a remnant soul.
"How many kings are there in the Lingkui tribe?" Yu Zhi asked.
Immortal Flame Lord just stared at Yu Zhi, exuding the aura of a king even though he was pressed by Han Yu.
Yu Zhi spread his hands and said to himself: "It seems that the suffering you have suffered is not enough."
This Immortal Flame Lord is like a stubborn bull, unable to change. However, I have the best temper in the world and I don't want to be beaten.
Yu Zhi had no other option for the time being, so he took out the pear flower sword and cut a few scraps of the cold jade bed into a small cage.
"what are you up to?"
"what you up to?"
"You can't humiliate me like this! I am the emperor's subordinate..."
"Go in!" Yu Zhi ruthlessly threw the little fireman into the fist-sized cold jade cage.
Sizzle!
As soon as the little fire man touches the cold jade, the golden flame on his body will fade for a while.
Cold Jade is also a treasure nourished by heaven and earth, and it is easy to restrain the current Immortal Flame Lord.
After putting the two fires back into the armor, Yu Zhi and Zhu Qing walked out of the cave.
Zhu Qing said doubtfully: "Master Yu, the Lingkui tribe..."
Yu Zhi explained: "Beyond the night ghosts are the Lingkui tribe. They are the culprits who invaded the human world thousands of years ago. The night ghosts were created by them and are just pawns to attack the human world."
"The Great Sun Golden Flame just now is also related to Night Ghost?" Zhu Qing asked.
Yu Zhi nodded and sighed. "He calls himself Immortal Flame Lord. Those who have titles in the Lingkui clan are all kings of the Lingkui clan. In the great war a thousand years ago, although the Lingkui clan was defeated and withdrew from the world, the kings in the clan all had means to save their lives. , hidden for thousands of years.”
"Fortunately, the current state of King Lingkui is not as terrifying as it was a thousand years ago."
When the two returned to Chan Jing's residence, Chan Jing was already awake. Although he was weak, he was no longer confused.
"The Great Sun Jin Yan... destroyed it. The Night Ghost..." Zen Jing said weakly.
Yu Zhi knew the inside story and said, "Master, don't worry, everything has been resolved."
Chanjing looked at the young man in front of her. While the poison was being removed, she had regained consciousness and knew that it was Yu Zhi who came to the rescue.
"Chanjing thanks you, sir."
Yu Zhi smiled and said, "The most important thing is that Zen Master Tai wakes up."
After walking out of the house, Ming Jing, Zhu Qing and Zhu Lan thanked Yu Zhi and others again.
Zen Jing was of high seniority in Miaoyin Temple, and no one could have imagined that he would be able to recover after decades.
Yu Zhi looked at the mirror and said, "Master, I also have something to ask of you."
Ming Jing raised his hand and said: "Master Yu has been very kind to me, Miaoyin Temple, but there is no harm in saying anything."
"I want to observe the worldly sword spirit of Miaoyin Temple." Yu Zhi said.
He came west this time, firstly to fulfill his promise to Zhu Qing and Zhulan, and secondly to follow Li Haomiao's advice and find a direction for his swordsmanship.
Just as Ming Jing was about to speak, he heard a voice coming from the mountain.
"Mingjing, since Mr. Yu has something to ask for, I will take him to observe the sword intention of the mortal world."
This is the voice of Master Mirror.
When Ming Jing heard this, he clasped his hands and said, "Disciple, I understand."
Turning around, Ming Jing said to Yu Zhi: "Master has an order to ask Zhu Qing and Zhu Lan to take Young Master Yu to the inheritance place of the Red Dust Sword Intent early tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, Master." Yu Zhi thanked him.
...
At night, Yu Zhi took a look at the movement inside the general's armor.
The Immortal Flame Lord could only sit cross-legged in the cold jade cage and sigh.
He was far from expecting that he would encounter unparalleled humiliation as soon as he regained consciousness.
The majestic Immortal Flame Lord was imprisoned in such a palm-sized cage.
At this moment, Yu Lan appeared in Yu Zhi's sight, supporting Chan Jing.
At this time, Zen Jing still had a withered face and a shriveled figure, as if he would collapse if the wind blew.
All this is just the status quo. There is no threat of peacock feather poison. After a year and a half of rest, you can regain your beauty through meditation.
"Master Zen Jing." Yu Zhi stood up and shouted.
Chanjing looked at Yu Zhi and motioned for Yu Zhi to sit down.
After waking up, Chan Jing knew that fifty or sixty years had passed, and the young man in front of her was already her grandchild.
"I'm still worried about Da Ri Jin Yan, so I came to take a look." Chan Jing said.
Yu Zhi said: "Master, what happened in the desert that year?"
Zen Jing fell into memories, and she remembered everything clearly.
"The strange changes in the desert attracted many practitioners. We explored together for more than ten days, and finally found the Great Sun Golden Flame under a quicksand. At that time, a group of humanoid monsters exuding a putrid smell were attacking the Great Sun Golden Flame. Yan worships."
"The ancient books of Miaoyin'an contain records of the battle a thousand years ago, so I recognized those monsters as night ghosts at a glance."
"So, we set out to kill the night ghosts, only to find that there are also human beings among the night ghosts. In order to obtain the power of the Great Sun Golden Flame, they can assist the night ghosts. We also learned from the mouths of those human races that what they The golden flame of worship is called the Golden Flame of the Great Sun."
Yu Zhi asked again: "Did An Moshan attack Master Tai secretly?"
Chanjing did not give a definite answer, but said: "Faced with the temptation of the Great Sun's Golden Flame, everyone wants to take it for themselves. I know that such a thing cannot exist in the world. I want to destroy it forever. No future trouble."
"But those people went crazy to fight for the golden sun. In the end, even I didn't know who killed me. I only took a jade pendant from the other person's waist and escaped from the desert."
Yu Zhi took out the flame-shaped jade pendant.
Chanjing continued: "The Golden Sun worshiped by night ghosts must be a disaster. Once it gets out of control, it will be a catastrophe for the entire West Mo State and even the world."
Yu Zhi thought for a moment. "Now that I think about it, night ghosts have been searching everywhere in Yumen City recently for the Great Sun Golden Flame."
With that said, Yu Zhi took out the cold jade cage from his armor, and it was Da Ri Jin Yan who was locked inside.
"That's it!" Chan Jing stared at Da Ri Jin Yan with cold eyes.
"Master Yu, if you destroy it, there will be one less hidden danger."
When the Immortal Flame Lord heard this, he immediately said: "The despicable human race dares to kill me. I can't spare you!"
Zen Jing looked at it in disbelief, never thinking that this little fire man could actually speak.
"This is the Immortal Flame Lord, one of the kings of the Lingkui tribe. The Great Sun Golden Flame is its true body. Thinking back to the battle a thousand years ago, the Immortal Flame Lord fell, and the remaining original fire was worshiped by the night ghost. Accumulate strength and regain your spiritual wisdom.”
Yu Zhi smiled and continued, "However, Shitai still needs to thank him. If it hadn't been for one of the golden rays of the sun entering Shitai's body and suppressing the peacock feather poison, Shitai would not be able to return to Miaoyin Temple."
Chan Jing said seriously: "Master Yu, do you want to keep him?"
Zen Jing thought that Yu Zhi also coveted the power of the Great Sun Jin Yan.
Yu Zhi said frankly: "Yes, I want to keep him. Now the catastrophe is unstoppable, and night ghosts appear frequently. Keeping him is more beneficial than killing him."
Facing Zen Jing's doubtful gaze, Yu Zhi took Immortal Flame Lord back into his armor.
"If it had been decades ago, I would have destroyed it. But right now, we know too little about the Lingkui tribe and night ghosts. Even many practitioners only know about night ghosts and don't know that there are spirits above night ghosts. Kui."
"Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in every battle. The human race is in civil strife, and the night ghosts are back. The current human race will definitely not be able to do what it was a thousand years ago."
"Understanding the Lingkui tribe can we restrain them more accurately and protect the world."
Zen listened to Yu Zhi's story and couldn't help but feel convinced.
After a long time, Chan Jing sighed deeply and said, "Master Yu is far-sighted, but I am shallow."
Facing Zen Jing, who was dozens of years older than him, Yu Zhi didn't dare to be complacent.
"Juniors just know more, so they think more."
"Junior?" Chan Jing seemed a little uncomfortable.
After decades of confusion, Zen Jing, who has not felt the passage of time, still only feels that she is a woman in her twenties.
Immediately, Chan Jing realized what he was doing and said with a wry smile: "I am really a senior."
