In the secret room day and night, the flames were like water, surging and surging.
After Chang Siguo finished refining his robe, he spent some time refining the two magic weapons, the Water Cutting Knife and the Fire Bead, so that he could use them at any time when facing danger after leaving this place.
He found that the fire robe was extremely lacking in the nourishment of fire spiritual energy, so he was not in a hurry and continued to coil it under the wall, controlling the fire spiritual energy to flow into the nourishing robe, while waiting for Zi Yan to be full.
The foodie told him that it was easy to get out, but very difficult to get in again, and that he had to wait for the fire to subside.
It's vague, the expression isn't very clear, that's what it means.
Until this day, Zi Yan had become a fat, caterpillar-like ball of light, swaying like a drunkard returning, almost crawling into the palm of his hand.
Chang Siguo quickly asked silently, "Why don't you sleep before you go out? You can sleep after you go out."
The little guy got the chance and ate and drank so much that he had so much energy in his body that he didn't know how long he fell asleep.
There was no way he was spending time in such a terrifying and dangerous place. When Zi Yan woke up, no matter how great the benefits would be.
Zi Yan reluctantly swayed at the acupuncture point in his palm, and a thought came out vaguely.
Chang Siguo's body was filled with purple light, and he felt the pressure relieved. He quickly stood up and walked quickly along the passage in his memory. The restrictions on both sides of the passage were densely packed, like water plants and swimming fish, vaguely. He was frightened by the sight of murderous intent.
Arriving at the closed stone door, Chang Siguo found two bright beads on the ground.
One purple and one silver. He recognized one of them as a purple eye stone, but it seemed to be of higher quality than the one he got. It was slightly smaller than a date. The other one was unknown to him, so he leaned over and picked it up.
He guessed that there might be similar items in the nearby forbidden area that had not been refined and burned by the high temperature of the flames.
Perhaps it came out from behind the bronze gate with flames
Time did not allow him to carefully explore whether there was any treasure. It was important to escape. Zi Yan's condition was worrying.
If he accidentally fell asleep and couldn't wake him up, he would be in trouble.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door. A wisp of lavender spread from his palm like water onto the stone door, and the stone door sank silently downwards.
Changsi thought about taking a step out of the torrent of flames.
It's finally out
He suddenly felt relaxed and stress-free.
Looking back, the flames at the door of the secret room were neat and clear, as smooth as jelly without any spillage. The stone door rose and closed again.
The purple flame lurking in the palm of his right hand coiled up in the shape of a bright bead and fell into a deep sleep. The purple brilliance blessed by the purple flame on his body disappeared in an instant.
This snack foodie
Chang Siguo groped his way up the stone steps, reached the end of the passage, and pressed his palms against the stone wall.
I tried to use my spiritual power, and when I arrived, I saw Hongwei opening the door like this.
The stone wall slowly rose upwards. Chang thought happily and used his eyes to explore outside, but he didn't find Hongwei or the red-haired man calling.
He stepped on the big rock where the fire was much weaker, walked to the edge, observed for a while, then flew up and followed the somewhat erratic white gas channel he could see, twisting and turning, and went down the mountain smoothly, until he left the restricted hanging volcano, there was still no Met Hongwei and the red-haired man.
He was a little surprised, where did those two guys escape and hide?
Could it be that I didn't have time to escape and fell into the secret room?
It's not impossible.
Who could have imagined that opening the bronze door in the ruins would be such a fatal trap?
Chang Si thought about it and stopped thinking about it. The life and death of the two monsters had nothing to do with him.
It was bright and bright outside, but because of the red mist blocking the sky, I couldn't tell what time of day it was.
He flew up into the air, released a trace of the aura of the Lingfu realm, and followed the path he had taken that day, returning to the Jiaohuo Valley unimpeded.
Along the way, the fire beasts on the boards and the fire sparrows in the sky wisely chose to avoid them.
It is biological nature to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Whether human or demon.
Chang Siguo landed in front of the collapsed cave and glanced with his celestial eye. Chen Laoshi had not been here, otherwise he would have responded based on the secret mark he left on the ground at the entrance of the cave.
The thorn vine poked its head out from the rock wall with a small dark red tip.
These days, it absorbs the rich fire spirit day and night, gaining the benefits of practicing on the ancient battlefield for more than a hundred years.
It noticed that the strength of the human being it was temporarily attached to was becoming more and more unfathomable, so it knew it was time to leave, so it obediently pulled its body out of the rock and dropped to the ground with a "snap".
I just hope that there will be such a good place next time and we can let it out.
This place was no longer safe, and it felt like it had been discovered by the fifth-level demon bird that came that day.
Chang Siguo twitched the corner of his mouth, waved his sleeves and took the witty thorn vine back into the clearing space, and flew towards the southeast.
He stayed in the secret room for an unknown number of days, using the rich fire aura to temper and nourish his fire robe, and by the way, his cultivation was very stable, with a slight improvement.
It would be great if he could stay in such a good place and continue to practice, but it was a pity that he couldn't stay. He was expelled twice by Old Man Ji. Staying any longer would be a disaster rather than a blessing.
After leaving the hanging volcano area, we discovered that the sun was noon.
The green hills are rolling and the air is fresh, with a hint of ripe fruity sweetness.
The feeling of flying freely is not too good.
After flying hundreds of miles, he still felt that the experience of exploring the ruins was too bizarre, like a dream.
I saw a mountain shrouded by countless restrictions, and came face to face with Ancestor Ji who could reach into the void to catch people.
The consequence of opening the ruins is to be drowned by a flood of flames.
The word "open" is related to Luo Zongyao, the senior time traveler.
It also warned him not to rush into friendly surprises when he sees traditional Chinese characters in the future. It may be a test for time travellers.
He swam between heaven and earth, experiencing the fresh feeling of being able to break away from the invisible restraints of the earth after being promoted, and his speed was greatly increased. Later, after his body adapted, it was as fast as a meteor streaking across the sky, and it passed by in a flash.
The monks they met on the way were so shocked that they stopped to avoid him or lowered their altitude to avoid hitting the master.
As the sun sets in the west, Chang Siguo falls to Tianwanfang City, which is located in the middle of the lake.
The setting sun casts sparkling light like blood ripples on the lake.
The tired bird returns to its nest, and the autumn breeze brings refreshment.
Chang Siguo wore a black mask on his face, reflecting the sunset, and walked on the wooden corridor on the lake to welcome guests.
He noticed that there were spiritual consciousnesses that retreated at the slightest touch. They were monks in the spiritual realm who were guarding the workshop, so he ignored them and walked up the bank of the lake. Several more spiritual consciousnesses swept towards him, all of which were startled at the slightest approach. When he left, there was only one piece of spiritual consciousness that didn't know how to advance or retreat, and was shaken away by him unceremoniously.
A cry of pain came from a shop in the distance, followed by a cry of apology.
Chang Siguo didn't respond and walked on the street step by step.
He restrained his aura, but still looked a little different. He had been able to initially communicate with heaven and earth, and there was a change in his temperament that was floating out of the dust.
Not long after, I walked into the "Huogong" weapon-refining shop in the middle of the market.
The clerk's cultivation was too low to notice, so he came up to him, smiled and handed over his hand, "Sir, do you need a magic weapon or materials?"
"Master Fire, are you free?"
Chang Siguo looked at the newly built store furnishings and asked casually.
The guy followed the usual routine and said, "The master is in retreat and cannot be used for a short period of time."
"I'm free, I'm free. Mr. Huo is late to greet you. Please forgive me for being such a distinguished guest."
An old voice came from the backyard, and then a figure flew past and appeared. It was Master Huo, the owner of the shop.
The old man first took a look at the visitor to confirm that the other person's cultivation level was indeed in the Lingfu realm.
He felt that the other person was very similar to someone he knew. He did not dare to take the risk. After all, not long had passed and it was impossible for the other person to cross the two realms of Qi training and advance to the Lingfu realm so quickly. He bowed respectfully and said, "Little old man Huo Lianfeng, greetings."
"Master Fire, you're welcome, it's me."
Chang Siguo stretched out his hand, and a soft force supported Master Huo, who was lame as he was about to salute. He smiled and said, "Let's go in and talk. We've traveled for a long time and chatted about Master Huo's meal of braised bream."
He has now gone off the grain, and said this to resolve the awkward and alienated atmosphere.
Master Huo was so shocked that his eyes almost fell to the ground.
It was really the Taoist friend Chang who used his great power to drive away the demon clan in Fang City. Look at how quickly he broke through the realm. When we first met, the other person had not yet reached the crystal state of mind. It was less than fifteen years.
He suspected that at his age, he really lived like a dog.
"It turns out it's Senior Chang. I'm blind, so I almost didn't recognize it. A distinguished guest has arrived. Senior Peng Pi Shenghui, please come in."
"Master Huo, you're welcome. Let's treat each other as fellow Taoists."
"Don't dare, don't dare, senior, please"
Master Huo didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest. In the world of cultivation, strong people are respected. He was born as a casual cultivator, so he had a deep understanding of this. He turned around and said, "Song, boy, go to the pond by the lake and catch two fresh breams." For wine, pick the one with the most energy. Tao boy, go to Gale Tower and buy two jars of the best Ba wine, the special spirit animal meat braised food, and get some more. Go quickly, go quickly, our store is closed today."
Today is different from the past. Of course, when distinguished guests come to visit, we cannot neglect them.
He also has the slightest bit of show-off and honor, letting other shops see how extraordinary his friend Huo Lianfeng is.
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