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After a moment of rest, several people finally recovered from the suffering and directly told Zaixia their intentions.
Zai Xia frowned and paced back and forth a few times before raising his head again and said, "You mean to say that the divine fire coming from the sky in Huasheng Hall is... a fire spirit bead?"
"Yes, we are here this time hoping to borrow the Fire Spirit Bead from your place. Firstly, we want to help our friend treat his eyes, and secondly, we want to use it to save the life of one of our friends!" You Ya said.
"Alas...this..." Zai Xia hesitated after hearing the words, with a very troubled expression on his face.
"Zaixia, is there anything difficult about this?" You Ya asked.
Zai Xia sighed and said: "Logically speaking, the young lady's request is just like the Qie Xue Zun's oral instruction. Zai Xia naturally cannot refuse. It's just that you said that the Fire Spirit Orb is buried deep in the ground. Zai Xia is really, really powerless. ah!"
After listening to Zai Xia's explanation, everyone understood that the underground sacred fire of Huasheng Hall was more powerful than the previous one. Those who were not strong enough would be burned into cokes if they forced themselves deep into it! No wonder Zai Xia looked a little nervous when he mentioned that the Molten Hand entered the lowest level. It turned out to be for this reason.
"Then what should we do? We've all come, we can't leave empty-handed!" Yu Siling was also a little annoyed.
"Zaixia just sent someone to bring Qixue Zun. If the lady can revive Qixue Zun, he will definitely have a way to take out the fire spirit bead! Everyone needs to wait a moment..."
The Huashengtang Divine Fire Altar was winding down in circles, and it did take a lot of time to go back and forth. Being impatient was not an option. Fortunately, it was still cool here, so they sat down.
Youya looked around and found that underneath the joy of Huasheng Hall, there was a vague and familiar feeling, which made her feel weird.
"Zaixia, what magic circle is there here? Zaixia? What's wrong with you?" You Ya was asking aloud, but she saw that Zaixia's face was pale, and the dark lines turned gray.
Zaixiazi kept trembling, but did not answer. He rushed out the door and meditated. After taking a few breaths, he came back.
"The lady is right. There is indeed a magic circle here, so it can isolate the high temperature under the Huasheng Hall! Speaking of which, Qie Xuezun learned this magic circle from his wife, but it is a pity that Qie Xuezun later became the hall master. After the formation, Madam never came here, so this side became the resting place of Lord Qie Xue..."
"Then Zaixia, what happened to you just now?"
"What the girl doesn't know is that except for some latecomers in Huasheng Hall, most of us are aborigines here, and we all suffer from cold disease, and our life span is extremely short! And there is no cure for this cold disease , once triggered, the energy and blood will condense and die! But fortunately, the divine fire came to help here, and we used this lava technique to resist the cold poison in the body, and this is how we continued!"
Everyone heard Zai Xia's serious words, but they felt that they sounded familiar. It seemed that Uncle Snake from Wutu Cave spoke like this before.
"Oh, we have heard what you said... So the reason why you were like this just now must be because the magic circle here isolated the fire spirit, which caused your cold illness to be triggered, right!" You Ya said.
"Miss, what you said is right... So one of the reasons why Huashengtang has rarely participated in external disputes over the years is that it is really difficult for us to escape from the underground divine fire!"
"If that's the case, why can the Blood Lord Qie not be bound by the cold disease?" Mu Feng suddenly asked.
"Because Qixue Zun is one of the latecomers..." Zai Xia glanced at You Ya and slowly explained: "But don't think that Qixue Zun is a latecomer. The lava technique is extremely powerful, and this person has perseverance. He is extremely strong-willed and is one of the rare cross-level cultivators!”
"At the beginning, we thought this young man was showing off his talent, but we didn't expect that he actually persisted underground! Moreover, his strength has grown rapidly, which impressed us! He is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and in turn, he carefully teaches those who ridicule him. , which is why we recognize a foreigner as the hall master."
"This is really rare..." Mu Feng nodded, but he didn't expect that the Qie Xue Zun had some tricks up his sleeve.
"Big guy! What are these lines on you?" Yu Siling couldn't sit still, touching here and there. She found a short curved knife from somewhere and poked Zaixiazi with the handle.
When Zai Xia saw the short knife, he quickly snatched it away, put it back on the shelf respectfully, and then explained: "We originally put these lines on it to dispel the wounds caused by the cold... But not only did the wounds not heal, Instead, because the cold disease was neutralized by the divine fire, it became extremely dark... At first, we tried our best to get rid of these black lines, but it was all in vain! It was not until later that we discovered that as long as we absorbed enough divine fire, the lines on it would become hard. Incomparable, even as invulnerable as armor! We regard it as a talent given to us by the divine fire, and call it the fire spell!"
After Zai Xia explained, his expression turned bad again. He quickly replenished his weight and then came back. Seeing that Yu Si Ling was holding the short knife in his hand again, he was also sweating profusely, but no matter what he did, he No matter how hard they fought, Yu Siling nimbly ran away.
"Little White Snake! Can you move to another place? Hurry...put down the dagger quickly!" Mu Feng said helplessly as he had a headache as Yu Si Ling and Zai Xia circled around him.
"Miss, can you ask this friend to return the dagger to me..." In the magic circle, Zai Xia was already weak, and was even more exhausted after being tormented by Yu Si Ling, so he could only ask for help from You Ya.
"Big guy, your Huasheng Hall can't bear to part with a short sword? No way? No way?" Yu Siling said angrily when she saw that Zai Xia actually asked for foreign aid.
"..., Zaixia, how about this, how about I exchange a few things with you?" Youya said helplessly.
"I can't do it, I can't do it, it doesn't cost Miss! It's just this short knife... you must not take it away!" Zai Xia leaned on her knees and panted heavily, shaking her head repeatedly.
"Oh? Is this dagger some kind of treasure?" Yu Siling had the same eyes, and she liked it very much. She looked at the dagger carefully.
I saw that the entire body of the dagger was dark, with many gold patterns carefully carved on the handle. The blade of the dagger was even more unique in shape. The tip of the knife was curved like fish scales, and the knife was also curled inward, like half a bamboo tube.
"This short sword is not a treasure. If this friend really likes it, Zaixia can choose a better one for you!"
"If it's not a treasure, why should you treasure it? Big guy! This short knife! I'm going to make it!" Hui Siling snorted softly and was about to put the short knife into her waist.
"Sigh...if you still insist on taking it after listening to Zai Xia's explanation, Zai Xia won't stop you anymore!" Zai Xia said helplessly, with a face that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Before being saved by the divine fire, our ancestors often died in their prime due to stagnation of Qi and blood. Although they were unwilling to do so, they could only die with resentment. It is said that one day, a wandering Taoist priest came here and he saw that he was resentful. He was deeply worried that accumulating it for too long might cause disaster, so he wanted to step in to resolve the matter. Unexpectedly, after learning the truth, the Taoist priest shook his head repeatedly and kept chanting sixteen words: Red pearls fall from the sky, burn the scorched earth deeply; The cold and bitterness will be destroyed by fire! Then he left a letter and a strange knife and left..."
"The villagers wanted to grab the Taoist priest and ask him for advice, but the man turned around and disappeared. Everyone could only focus on the letter, and saw the letter: Time is fleeting, and without waiting for cold illness, short-lived grievances will accumulate. It's hard to get rid of the resentment in another life! I'm giving you a 'Grudge-Resolving Knife'. After death, you can cut two fish gills on the person's cheeks and let out the resentment. After death, you won't suffer from the blockage of Qi and blood. …”
"Now that the divine fire has descended from the sky, it has indeed complied with the Taoist priest's words, and this custom of venting grievances has been passed down... Therefore, this grievance-resolving knife is an extremely sacred instrument of my Huasheng Hall. Even this friend does not dislike it, then Please do it!" Zaixia made a gesture of invitation and said calmly.
"Ah? This... this knife is for the dead? You didn't tell me earlier! I'll give it back to you... I'll just give it back to you..." Using it to kill people and using it for the dead seem to be the same, but they are actually two concepts. She frowned and quickly explained the meaning. The resentful knife was thrown to Zaixia.
"Thank you for returning it, my friend!" Zaixia smiled and carefully placed the resentment-resolving knife back on the shelf.
"Since this resentment-resolving knife is... used in this way, why would Lord Qie Xue put this thing in his dormitory?" Mu Feng was very puzzled.
"You all don't know that the ritual of the Resentment Sword has always been performed by the old hall master. It's just that the old hall master... knew that his death was coming, so he used the Resentment Sword on himself before he died, so Qie Xuezun took him with him. On the one hand, I am alerting myself, on the other hand, I am paying attention to things and thinking about people..."
"Dong dong dong..." At this moment, there was a knocking at the door.
"Shura Fire! The Blood Lord Qie has been brought!"
"Okay! You two come in!" Zaixia Lang said.
Seeing Zai Xia's face turning pale and holding back the cold, You Ya felt admiration and said: "Since Qie Xue Zun has been infected by the cold heart Gu, it's best not to bring him here. Why don't we go to the place you are usually used to. "
"Thank you, Miss!" Zai Xia thanked him in a low voice, then strode to the door and shouted: "Come here! Bring these distinguished guests to the front door!"
In the midst of it all, the celebration in Qie Xuezun's side room was missing, but it was more solemn and solemn, especially the extremely violent aura, which made it difficult not to feel depressed.
"Little friend Wu Mei! This is more accurate. If you don't get used to it, just ask, and I will send someone to take you back to the side room to rest!" Zai Xia has always been worried about being too harsh on him, and will attack him whenever he gets the opportunity. When he came to Mu Feng, he asked around and looked down dishonestly.
"Definitely! I'm not here to enjoy the happiness. You can go and have a rest. Don't delay things!" Mu Lao'er was frightened when he saw the palms as big as cattail leaf slapping his ears. He was really afraid of this guy. An inadvertent slap hit him on the head, and he quickly pushed him aside, "Daughter! How is the condition of the Qie Xue Zun?"
"Somewhat tricky..."
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