When Feng Qingwu opened her eyes again, she found that she was lying on the ruins burned by the sea of fire, with black marks all over her body, and she was curled up with a warm feeling coming from her back.
It was as if... there was a flame warming her.
At this time, Feng Qingwu suddenly heard Jiang Zicheng's voice. He said curiously and slightly surprised: "Sister, your back?"
"Wha, what?"
Feng Qingwu was stunned for a moment and turned her head subconsciously.
The next moment, she saw wings condensed from phoenix fire.
Each cluster of flames is a "wing", all clustered together and spread out behind her, so wide that it can almost wrap her up.
The phoenix fire wings seemed to be alive, moving with the wind.
Luxurious and shining.
For a moment, the blooming brilliance and burning heat even forced Jiang Zicheng, who wanted to get closer, to take a few steps back, not daring to look directly.
Feng Qingwu stared at the Phoenix Fire Wings, feeling happy in his heart, but he quickly stood up, and after a slight movement of his hand, it was instantly retracted, except for the air that was distorted by the scorching flames.
'According to what Senior Dihuang said, this is the second magical effect of the "Dihuang Jue". It is called washing the tendons and cutting the marrow, and the phoenix fire has spirit. '
'Is this what you mean...'
When the Phoenix Fire Wings appeared just now, Feng Qingwu could clearly feel that although the wings were condensed by flames, they seemed to have life and spirituality, just like a pair of real wings.
Perhaps this is the true meaning of "phoenix fire has spirit".
Let the phoenix fire controlled by the emperor phoenix no longer be an inanimate thing, let the emperor phoenix become a "fire-making tool", but truly have a connection with the phoenix fire.
Each level of "Emperor Phoenix Art" brought different surprises to Feng Qingwu.
The first level of "rebirth from the ashes, taking charge of Phoenix Fire" not only transformed Feng Qingwu from a useless person into a genius with Tianling roots, he was also able to use Phoenix Fire, one of the top flames.
The second level of "cleansing the tendons and cutting the marrow, the phoenix fire has spirit" further improved Feng Qingwu's physical qualifications, and even the ability to master the phoenix fire has changed like an evolution, which can be said to be completely reborn.
It was hard for Feng Qingwu to imagine that there were nine levels in the "Emperor Phoenix Art". Now, just the first two levels alone were a transformation that was like reaching the sky in one step. What kind of surprises would the following levels bring?
Especially what Senior Dihuang said, the phoenix fire reshaped the meridians and dantian, and it would change spiritually and adaptively. What exactly does this mean...
When thinking of this, Feng Qingwu couldn't help but fell into deep thought and began to try to think about what this meant.
But I didn’t expect——
"Um... senior sister, can you take care of me first?"
Jiang Zicheng's aggrieved voice came.
Feng Qingwu just raised his head and saw Jiang Zicheng standing not far away, looking at him with tears in his eyes.
He seemed to want to get closer just now, but under the pressure of Phoenix Fire Wings, he was forced to take several steps back, but he was still a beat slower.
Feng Qingwu could clearly see half of Jiang Zicheng's singed hair and blackened face. Further down, more than half of his sleeves were burned off, and there were even sparks on them.
At this moment, Jiang Zicheng's eyes looked over and revealed resentment, as well as a clear "condemn".
As the "culprit", Feng Qingwu touched his nose awkwardly: "...This is just an illusion. You saw it wrong."
"..."
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng silently raised his hand and shook off the half-burned cuff, which made Feng Qingwu's words seem quite unconvincing.
At this moment, Song Jinxi jumped down from the top of the ruins nearby, with a long knife slung around his waist, and looked at Feng Qingwu with his arms folded.
"Feng Qingwu, the commotion you made just now was not a small one. Was it because Jiang Zicheng comforted the villagers who were crying heartbrokenly for you, but in the end you set them on fire?"
"Ahem..."
Feng Qingwu also coughed slightly in embarrassment and subconsciously touched his storage ring, wanting to give Jiang Zicheng some spiritual stones as compensation.
But just when he touched it, Feng Qingwu suddenly recalled that when he was in the cave, he had consumed all the spiritual stones in order to help Xiaobai absorb the power of the dragon's inner elixir.
Not only that, even those pills and so on, there is no trace left. In short -
Now all Feng Qingwu has left is the Liufeng Sword and herself.
Seeing the embarrassment of his senior sister, Jiang Zicheng, who was originally a little fanboy, quickly said: "What's the matter? It's my honor as the number one younger brother to be able to support the senior sister!"
"If I wait until Senior Sister becomes an awesome monk in the future, and I want to pay homage to the cave, I won't be able to find a way. I'll just keep these clothes!"
The more Jiang Zicheng spoke, the more certainty and confidence he expressed in his words. In the end, he succeeded in convincing himself. His eyes were shining when he looked at the sleeves that were still covered with sparks.
On the side, Song Jinxi took the initiative to bring up this topic: ...Who knows, there is an idiot here.
Thinking of this, Song Jinxi couldn't help but look at Feng Qingwu and seriously asked for advice: "I have to ask, what kind of ecstasy soup did you give him to drink? None of my junior brothers are as crazy as him."
Feng Qingwu, who was confused by the question, was silent for a while.
This question made it clear that even she herself didn't know where Jiang Zicheng, this fanboy, came from.
But fearing that Song Jinxi would continue to ask questions, Feng Qingwu changed the subject directly: "By the way, why did you start speaking for Jiang Zicheng this time, Song Jinxi?"
Hearing this, Song Jinxi paused, looked away from her, and did not answer the question.
Song Jinxi's reaction was a bit strange, but Feng Qingwu didn't pay too much attention and said instead: "I won't go with you next time. Song Jinxi, count the time, you have to go back to the Holy Sword Sect, right?"
"After all, the Holy Sword Sect has finally got the real heart of the spiritual vein. You have spent so much effort and you have your own arrangements, so you don't need to stay with me anymore."
"As for Jiang Zicheng, you should go back first. I will go find Xiaobai later and will not return directly to Tianxuan Sect. It may be dangerous for you to follow me, so please stop following me and go back first."
At this time, Song Jinxi, who looked a little strange, said: "Okay, then I will take my people and leave first. On your side -"
"If you have any news about that man, you must tell me."
"……OK."
Feng Qingwu nodded with difficulty. She didn't understand why Song Jinxi rushed to find death. It was obvious that he would probably be slapped to death!
But after working together for so long, their relationship was also that of enemies and friends. Feng Qingwu was not able to dampen Song Jinxi's passion, so he was able to respond with difficulty and reluctance.
After getting Feng Qingwu's promise, Song Jinxi was relieved. She directly called the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, summoned the flying magic weapon, and soon they left.
And until Song Jinxi and others left, only Feng Qingwu and Jiang Zicheng were left here.
She sighed softly, and when she was about to call Jiang Zicheng to go back, suddenly——
Feng Qingwu's body stiffened.
