In the sea, an island sits above the waves, somewhere between the dark and the dark.
On the island, there are red cliffs, strange rocks, and strange peaks. At the end of it is a good mountain. The top of the mountain towers into the clouds, and its palace is hidden in the clouds. It is really the Miaomiao Celestial Palace, a place for immortal cultivation.
In such a large palace, there is a long main hall, which is dark and dark. There are a large number of lamps arranged in two rows in the hall, but the lamps are dark and there is no light.
In front of the main hall, there is a huge wick platform, on which a human figure is meditating, which seems to be a sculpture, motionless.
Bear.
With a soft sound, one of the two rows of lamps emitted a weak flame. The lamp on that lamp was not a bright light, just a weak wick.
"Um"
As the fire lit up, the sculpture-like human figure made a slight sound, and seemed to open its eyes, revealing a golden fire-like light in the darkness.
The light stared at the burning wick, seemingly observing. After a while, it sighed: "You haven't even reached the foundation building yet?"
This wick is different from ordinary ones. It does not burn through the existing oil. Instead, as it burns, oil continuously emerges from the wick. The oil falls and soaks into the lamp. The sculpture-like human figure is stunned for a moment.
"Innately agile and powerful Puromi, the Thief of Heavenly Body?"
There was a deep surprise in his tone, "How can you recreate my physique by just refining your Qi?"
The flame of the wick went out, and the dripping oil seemed to burn again, causing the wick to stir up a ball of golden flames. As it burned, a weak golden air flow floated around the meditating person and was sucked by him. passed.
"The power of Hunyuan is better than nothing. It's a pity that this physique is dead. Otherwise, the day of my enlightenment should be advanced, right?"
That body seemed to have been meditating for a long time. At this moment, it suddenly stood up. A pair of eyes with golden flames were full of anger and surprise.
"Who stole my foundation!!"
…
Pingdingshan, in the square.
The juniors were already standing neatly, including the unpredictable bell, who was also laughing and laughing, as if he was having fun, and stood side by side with Zhang Feixuan and the others.
On the front steps, at the entrance of the newly built pagoda-like palace, Song Yin stood there, facing the junior brothers, without saying a word, just watching.
Zhang Fei
He always had a bad feeling, otherwise, why would they all be gathered in the square.
"I passed the test."
Song Yin nodded and said: "But that is just a test, so that I can have a general understanding of you. From now on, until I go down to clean up the mountain, I will personally supervise you and push you to your limit!"
Pushed to the limit?
Before anyone could think about it, Song Yin's eyes widened.
Bear!
"ah!!"
A searing heat wave hit Zhang Feixuan and the others from behind, accompanied by howls, causing several people to sweat coldly subconsciously.
Zhang Feixuan looked back with his head a little stiff, and saw that the junior brothers were all covered in white fire, rolling on the ground in pain, and their miserable howls seemed to penetrate into the soul, making people tremble.
Oh, just practice.
Wang Qizheng shrugged indifferently and stood there, waiting for his turn.
But Song Yin ignored them and just stared at these junior brothers, letting them roll and crawl on the ground until the wailing sound disappeared and everyone fainted on the ground, but the white fire was still burning.
"Senior brother?" Zhang Feixuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Junior brothers can't hold on any longer."
"I know." Song Yin said in a deep voice: "So, we have to push to the limit! Their physical bodies can't hold it, but their souls can! Today is different from the past. We have to clear out the Sumeru veins and complete the master's mission. My legacy! So you guys have to work harder, my junior brothers will definitely understand my painstaking efforts!"
No one understands!
The master has nothing left to accomplish!
But those people will become like the master if they continue to burn.
Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak.
Song Yin just continued to stare at these junior brothers and let them burn there.
The body returns to the body, and the soul returns to the soul. In the past, Song Yin refined them, but their bodies couldn't hold on. After all, they were not in a hurry at that time.
But the situation is different now. Those evil ways are coming to the door, which makes Song Yin feel a sense of crisis, but this sense of crisis does not come from himself.
He himself has no problem. He has been down the mountain for so long, and he probably knows about the so-called realms and divisions. What kind of land gods are not his opponents with the qualifications of great immortals? There is absolutely no problem with him being evil.
But that's not how things work out. If the juniors don't grow up, the Golden Immortal Sect will always be like this.
This time, the master died. The master discovered those evil ways in advance and died in order to protect them and the mortals.
What about next time?
Even if he single-handedly wipes out the evil ways of Xumi Vein and moves the sect, if he encounters evil ways again, who will die next time?
The Golden Immortal Sect cannot withstand such a torment!
So they have to grow up quickly.
"You have received the master's basic talent. I will use the flames of human elixir to refine you. I will also transform you quickly. Once you all adapt to the great fire, it will be easy to handle."
Song Yin said to the disciples who had fainted: "Now, hold it in, even if you have fainted, your souls must hold it in. Senior brother, I used to be too merciful to you, but now the time is not waiting for me, it is no longer merciful It’s time.”
Zhang Feixuan twitched the corners of his mouth and glanced behind him.
Are you sure they can hear it?
If you continue to practice, nothing will happen to your body, but your spirit will be gone.
In the past, these people seemed to be able to last only three to five breaths. How much is that now?
Song Yin also knew not to force it. When Zhang Feixuan couldn't help but speak, the white flames on their bodies suddenly extinguished and the whole body dissipated.
"It's reached its limit. I should be able to wake up at night and have enough time to have evening classes. I can practice again at night so that I can continue in the morning after morning classes."
Song Yin nodded and said to Sun Jiubei, who was watching eagerly from behind: "Junior brother, you will go down the mountain later and tell the people below that we will not go down the mountain to help them during this period. If they have any difficulties, let them know." Come up the mountain and find me.”
"Yes, senior brother." Sun Jiubei said with cupped hands.
"Senior brother, we are still here."
Wang Qizheng wiped the sweat from his head and said with a flattering smile: "Just let us help."
Must go!
Otherwise something will happen later!
Hearing this, Song Yin looked towards them, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and there was no ripple in the ancient well.
Rather than looking at people, it’s better to say
He was looking at a group of things to be refined, including a bell!
At this time, Lingdang also put away her playful look, and in a rare moment she straightened up, and then said weakly: "Brother, I want to go down."
"Junior sister"
Song Yin said slowly: "You are in good health now, so you can't be so lazy. I know that your body is special, and your method is comparable to the human elixir method, but you still need to practice. To become stronger, you can also You won’t be invaded by that resentment, right?”
The bell shook his head like a rattle, and he stepped back, subconsciously trying to run.
"You four, I will put in more effort!"
After Song Yin finished speaking, his eyes widened. From Zhang Fei
"Oh!!!"
(End of chapter)
