The southern open fire is very special. This kind of yin fire has an extremely low temperature, but when faced with dirty things, it is like an open flame touching gas.
Rong Tianding used a little Nanming fire to burst out from his fingers, instantly turning himself into a flaming man.
This is a flame that is difficult to extinguish even if Zhang Xuezhou steps on it. As long as there is Yin Qi in Rong Tianding's body, this Southern Fire will continue to burn.
"Cousin, use the diamond talisman quickly!"
Zhang Xuezhou was horrified.
"I must be too unlucky, which has affected my cousin!"
He felt like a snake scorpion in his heart. When he heard Rong Tianding's wailing in pain, the Taiqing Zhenshu in his hand had already fallen.
Regardless of whether Taiqingzhen Technique can help, this is the only treatment method he can use at the moment.
"The world is big and I am the biggest!"
Amidst the wailing, Rong Tianding chanted a spell, and the few mana activated the diamond talisman.
The golden light floated on this talisman seal, and then turned into a golden film that clung to Rong Tianding's body, and constantly collided with the Nanming Fire and Yin Qi burning on his body.
Pale flames, gray-black corpse energy and Yin energy, and the light of the Vajra Talisman intertwined back and forth, and the light blue brilliance of Taiqing Zhenju continued to wash away Rong Tianding's body.
In the darkness of the official street, Rong Tianding was not the only one to cry out in pain. The guards patrolling hundreds of meters away did not even look at this side, but just guarded the area they were responsible for with swords and bows and arrows.
"Cousin, being a monk is no fun at all!"
Rong Tianding felt that his body was contaminated by the flames and seemed to be melting.
He was in severe pain at first, but after the Vajra Talisman was activated, the pain had become numb.
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou with wide eyes.
Before he started practicing, Rong Tianding wanted to become a monk, but after becoming a monk, he wanted to take risks. His young mind always thought that all the benefits in the world were for himself, but he never considered his insignificant self, even if he encountered some minor things. Enough to take his life away.
There was a bit of unwillingness in his eyes, and he figured out why Taoist Mu was willing to live in that Taoist temple.
For grassroots practitioners like them, they have too many shortcomings. Even if they are helped by noble people, they are still like duckweeds.
Zhang Xuezhou suffered a big loss in realm cultivation, and he was obviously no exception.
Even if Zhang Xuezhou stopped practicing Mu Taoist's incomplete Realm Technique, this kind of trouble would not be prevented from coming.
Rong Tianding looked towards the sky.
The flames in the sky streaked across the sky like lightning, pulling into a thin line of fire, which continued to spread and gave rise to countless small branches.
Like pieces of spider webs constantly intertwined, these flames constitute the special fireworks in the night sky of Chang'an City.
"The fire I set is so beautiful. This is the most beautiful fire I have ever set in my life!"
He slowly closed his eyes, but then Zhang Xuezhou slapped his head twice and had to forcefully wake him up.
"I have the Fire Protection Technique. You can learn as much as you can, and use as much as you can!"
The Diamond Talisman could not save Rong Tianding, and the Taiqing Zhenshu could not save Rong Tianding. Zhang Xuezhou was suddenly ill and went to the doctor indiscriminately, but he had to recite evasive techniques that were so complicated that he had no idea to translate them.
This was a lecture by the emperor and empress, and many of the contents were shown through demonstrations. It is very difficult to repeat and tell.
But Rong Tianding accepted the practice of 360 main orifices, and he didn't even understand the 18,000 orifices at all.
It's difficult to talk about, and even less likely to succeed when you learn it.
Cold sweat continued to break out on Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, and Rong Tianding's eyes widened as he listened to Zhang Xuezhou's content that was difficult to understand and even harder to learn.
He wanted to practice cultivation, but he was soon confused by what Zhang Xuezhou said quickly, causing his head to become even more dizzy.
Lines are separated like mountains, and a technique cannot be learned directly after being taught it once. Even the erudite Dong Zhongshu found it difficult to do it.
Rong Tianding somehow thought of Dong Zhongshu.
Thinking of the other party's swollen mouth, thinking of the poison in the other party, and thinking of Dong Zhongshu being crushed under the rubble of the collapsed building.
"A monk has many ups and downs in his life. Get used to it slowly and it will be fine once you get used to it!"
Dong Zhongshu's self-deprecation when he emerged from the ruins was very shameless, but Dong Zhongshu obviously encountered many ups and downs in his life, and even many monks did the same.
No monk can go smoothly.
"I can't be discouraged. I...the pure air has not risen, the turbid air has not settled, the wandering spirit has not yet awakened, and the five colors have not been separated. There is something in it, but the nature exists..."
Rong Tianding didn't practice Zhang Xuezhou's fire-preventing technique, and he couldn't learn the fire-preventing technique either.
But he thought of the tomb scriptures.
This is the scripture in which Zhang Xuezhou mentioned the power of wishes. He even noticed supernatural powers.
"Bless my cousin and I to avoid illness and disaster!"
He muttered something, wishing there would be less pain and less disaster.
In a daze, he saw a five-clawed golden dragon roaring angrily, and a huge ghost that covered the sky and stretched out its sharp claws.
"From now on, I am Emperor Jing, Emperor Jing is me, and you who are against me are traitors!"
The sharp claws clawed downwards, but the ghost's face soon turned into twisted pain.
"This coffin is an antiseptic coffin made of golden nanmu. Emperor Jing is even stronger than me. Why did his body turn into carrion?"
After the death of an ordinary person, the body completes rigor mortis within three days, the soul is gone for seven days, and then the body falls into decay.
However, the physical body of a top cultivator is much stronger than that of ordinary people. It may take seven to fourteen days to become completely rigid, and it will take forty-nine days for him to fall into disarray.
If the corpse needs to be removed to complete the possession, at least forty-nine days will have to pass.
"No, I don't want this kind of body!"
The ghost's sharp claws stretched out toward the sky, like a demon protruding from the ground.
"Emperor Jing plotted against me. He plotted against me even after he died. He swallowed the poison pill and melted his body. He didn't leave anyone a chance. He imprisoned me..."
A ray of golden light fell from the sky, and Rong Tianding also saw the extension of the flame he released.
The flames ignited under the ghost's legs, but they did not spread and burn explosively like him, but burned extremely slowly.
This burning was slow and difficult to stop, just like the Southern Fire burning his body.
The ghost made a loud wailing sound.
"Blind woman, your suppression talisman cannot suppress me, I... I just died in my own hands, I am so unwilling!"
The golden light covered it like the heaven and earth turned upside down, and the ghost roared and stretched out its claws to support itself.
But when he glanced at his burning toes, there was despair on the monster's ferocious face.
The Xijiao School has mastered the most powerful necromancy spell, but the Zhijiao School also has the greatest weapon to restrain this kind of spell.
They have the strongest shields and the sharpest spears.
This is their ultimate means of controlling the school. Even this spear does not require particularly advanced cultivation. Even if their inheritors are very young and have low cultivation, they can still subdue the old monsters of the school.
Shi Wudao had absolutely no intention of shooting this spear at himself.
He clearly entrusted the people to the Nong Sect when he died. It was impossible for that school to communicate with the imperial court. It would hardly come to Chang'an City and it lacked experts.
If you want to entrust the inheritance of the Corpse Jiao Book to a suitable practitioner, it will not take three or two days to complete it. The practice of Nanminghuo cannot be completed in a short time, and it takes even more time to come from Bajun to Chang'an City. time.
All of this, things went in a direction he didn't expect.
He can break free from the shackles of Emperor Jing's corrupted body, and he can also break free from the suppression of Zhenfu, but all this will take time.
And this bit of Nan Minghuo was enough to kill him completely in the time it took him to break free.
