High mountains and ridges, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Thousands of ravines and ravines, the wilderness is eternal.
The green shirts of Liuyi River are fluttering, and the night style is extremely cold, especially in an empty ground, with endless whistling sounds all around, like ghosts crying, wolves howling, and wandering souls complaining and weeping.
At the foot, there is a neat round platform, which is exactly the Xuanhuo Altar that Mo Guyuan saw when he mistakenly entered this place. However, this time, the Xuanhuo Altar carved on the Xuanhuo Altar has no abnormality, and everything is silent, as if it is here. What was left was just an ordinary big stone.
Liu Yihe turned his neck and smiled leisurely. He didn't see any movement. He just stamped his feet. A ray of yellow light spread to his feet and fainted. When it reached the edge of the altar, it shrank toward the sky again, until the light and shadow gathered. Above Liu Yihe's head, the figure walking out was none other than the young man in black, in the form of a candle dragon.
Compared with Li Wenxuan's cumbersome methods, it was unexpected that Liu Yihe could summon Zhulong with just one kick, which shows the huge difference between the two.
"Liu Yihe!" Zhulong opened his eyes and saw the visitor immediately. His face turned sinister and his tone was serious.
In this regard, Liu Yihe had no scruples. He just raised his head slightly and looked at Zhulong. With just a blink of an eye, he frowned slightly and said indifferently, "It feels inappropriate to look up at you. It would be more comfortable for you to kneel on the ground and look down at you." "
Following his words, Liu Yihe pointed his finger towards the sky, and a beam of fire fell from the sky. It was like a stick hitting Zhulong's head. The latter was in great pain, and his body subconsciously fell down until he was prostrate on Liu Yihe. In front of him, his expression was painful.
Zhulong's face was filled with anger, and his eyes were fierce. Even though he knew that Liu Yihe had thousands of ways to ravage him, he still did not give in even after so many years, because he knew that the Nine Nether Mysterious Fire had not been completely refined in the altar. When he was alone, he would not kill himself.
Jiuyou Xuanhuo is one of the derivatives of the fire in the core of the earth. Ling Jiuquan, the Emperor of the Demon Realm, tried the courage of Jiuyou for thousands of years, and finally succeeded in conquering the power of Jiuyou. The Xuanhuo Mirror of Tianhong Valley was also the product of Zhulong and Tianhong Valley. The previous Valley Master, Feng Huo, went deep into the demon world and took advantage of the chaos to find it in the Jiuyou land. The latter relied on the Xuanhuo Jian to understand the Xuanhuo method, and since then it has shocked both the fairy and demon worlds.
The two have the same purpose, and even belong to the same lineage. However, the fire in the core of the earth can be called the mysterious fire, but the mysterious fire cannot be called the fire in the core of the earth. After all, the power of the Nine Nether Golden Flame and the core of the earth is absolute. Dominant and unique, Xuanhuo is just another type of fire derived from it.
"How about it? I haven't seen it in a hundred years. How good is the power of the mysterious fire under the ground?" Liu Yihe asked with a smile.
Zhulong sneered and said, "It's just normal. What do you think Xuanhuo can do to me? You want to rely on Xuanhuo to refine and collect my yin and yang fire essence. You are just talking nonsense. Do you think it is possible in thirty to fifty thousand years? I, Zhulong, are supreme." I have traveled across the mountains and seas for tens of thousands of years since ancient times, how can you compare me to me?"
Hearing Zhulong's shameless words, Liu Yihe was not angry, but looked at him with some pity. After so many years, even though he suffered a lot, he still didn't seem to have much memory. I really feel a little powerless.
"Beasts are just beasts. No matter how hard you suffer, you don't have any brains. Since you are so confident, I can only add fuel to your fire. I hope you still have the courage to say such things." After saying this, Liu Yihe spoke again With a flick of his finger, a touch of golden flame danced and shone on his fingertips. With just one look, the space around the golden flame was distorting and collapsing. Z.br>
Zhulong's pupils shrank sharply, as if he saw something that was unheard of, which made his liver and gallbladder burst.
"You! You! Don't you only know the Nine Nether Mysterious Fire? When did you master the Nine Nether Golden Flame, the power of the earth's core?" Zhulong turned pale in shock and said in disbelief.
Liu Yihe flicked his finger, and Jin Yan turned into a meteor and fell directly into the mysterious fire pattern on the stone surface of the altar, and then instantly lit up the huge mysterious fire totem like a wildfire starting a prairie fire.
The fire chains bound to Zhulong's limbs burst out with golden rays of light for no apparent reason, and flew straight towards Zhulong's body. He only heard a heartbreaking scream, and Zhulong's whole body spasmed and twitched. Just one round made him miserable. die.
"It seems that this Nine Nether Golden Flame is really extraordinary. Compared with the mysterious fire refining you, the speed and effect have increased many times. How about it? Do you think it would take more time if it were replaced by the Nine Nether Golden Flame?
Thirty to fifty thousand years? Liu Yihe asked seriously.
Zhulong, who was burned by the golden flames, could no longer speak any words. He huddled on the ground and struggled left and right. The yin and yang fire spirits in his body seemed to be haunted by a nightmare, and they retreated away, for fear of being swallowed up by the wanton golden flames.
"When I went to Canghai, I happened to meet Ling Jiuquan and Bei Mingpeng fighting each other. At that time, Ling Jiuquan was using Jiuyou's golden flame to burn the water of Canghai wantonly. If Duan Nianchen hadn't fought to protect Canghai at the end, I am afraid that Canghai, an inland water, would have been destroyed by Jiuyou. Jin Yan burned and died. As for me, I happened to bump into Li Wenxuan accidentally on the way to pick up Tao Tao, and accidentally found a helpless Jin Yan remnant in the wasteland of Liu Chonghai, so I brought it back with me. Liu Yihe said truthfully.
Zhulong worked hard, and bright red blood flowed everywhere around his body. He didn't know how much cultivation he had lost in this moment.
After looking at it for a while, Liu Yihe waved his sleeves and, for some unknown reason, took back the golden flame. With this opportunity, Zhulong breathed a sigh of relief. But he was still covered in cold sweat and looked at Liu Yihe with frightened eyes.
At the same time, another thought arose from fear in his heart. If he wanted to conquer the Nine Nether Golden Flames for his own use, it would be impossible without a certain level of cultivation. Otherwise, the outcome would be counterproductive, and he would be swallowed up and destroyed by the Nine Nether Golden Flames alive.
But now I saw that Ling Jiuquan was able to control this golden flame with great skill and wave it away with ease. Could it be that he had already reached the last level of the Mahayana stage of Hedao realm? But even so, Jiuyou Golden Flame is an existence outside the Six Paths, and it is difficult for even those in the Mahayana of the Hedao Realm to have it at their fingertips as easily and comfortably as he does.
"God realm? Could it be that Liu Yihe has reached the demigod realm now?" Zhulong panicked, and such a strange thought appeared in his mind.
Soon, he self-denied that ridiculous idea. After the war between gods and demons came to an end, the world of mountains and seas, which was already lacking in spiritual energy, became increasingly barren and embarrassed. In addition, in recent years, Ling Jiuquan first entered the realm of demigods. , and then Luochengdong went directly to the realm of true gods. How could Liu Yihe break through to the realm of gods?
You must know that Liu Yihe is a prodigy with both fire and sword skills, which greatly increases the difficulty of his practice. The two skills are fused and superimposed. Each time he advances to a higher level, he needs both fire and sword skills to reach every level. Only in the bottleneck period of one realm can he have the opportunity to break through to the next realm, otherwise it will only affect the speed of his practice and stagnate.
Liu Yihe is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and he is extremely talented. It is not easy for him to reach the realm of harmony with his sword and fire skills. It is even more of a great blessing to conquer the world. There are only a few in the world today. If it is true, Is it okay to enter the realm of demigods? The power of eighty-one profound fires plus the eight swords he wears are among the eight divine weapons that have been passed down since ancient times. Some of them are even one of the ten ancient divine swords. They are so powerful that the entire mountain, sea, and world Who else will be his opponent?
The Division of Samsara is afraid that it will have to be subordinated to its assistants and assistants. I am afraid that only Luocheng Dongfang in the Realm of the True God has the strength to fight.
Thinking of this, Zhulong had no choice but to favor Liu Yihe's talent and intelligence. In addition, he was good at fire magic, and Xuanhuo belonged to the same lineage as Jinyan. Moreover, it was just a wisp of Jinyan residual fire. Liu Yihe could absorb it as It’s no wonder it’s used by oneself.
"What do you want?" Zhulong gasped, his breath weak.
Seeing Zhulong's appearance, Liu Yihe was a little more pleased with it. He took a few steps forward, then slowly squatted down, looked at the person under him indifferently, and said, "That day Li Wenxuan will be half immortal." I left it to you, but I went to the Immortal Abyss of the Blood Soul Gate for you to look for the remaining half?"
Zhulong's mind was swaying, trembling and panicking. He didn't know how Liu Yihe knew, but at this moment, he had no chance at all. Liu Yihe, who held the Nine Nether Golden Flame in his hand, had an unstable temperament. Compared with the burning of the mysterious fire, the golden flame He didn't want to taste it again at all.
What's more, under his intentional control, he can neither survive nor die.
"Yes, I asked him to find the Immortal Fruit for me, so that I can neutralize the mysterious fire in the altar. As long as I can subdue the power of the mysterious fire and prevent the yin and yang fire essence and mysterious fire in my body from repelling, then I We will definitely be able to break the seal!" Zhulong gasped and shouted angrily.
Liu Yihe smiled contemptuously, nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Not only can you break my
With the mysterious fire seal, maybe you can take this opportunity to get a glimpse of the great opportunity. If you are lucky, you can climb high and see far, and reach a higher level. "
Zhulong's face was pale, and he stared blankly at Liu Yihe's eyes that understood everything, as if he had no secrets in front of him.
"Since you already know what I'm doing here, you still let me do it. With your current strength, I can kill or behead you." Zhulong, who had never known anything, suddenly felt depressed at this moment, seeming to accept his fate.
Liu Yihe's expression remained unchanged. His constant calmness seemed to have made him care less about anything. Everything had nothing to do with him, and his acting style and temperament only followed his own temporary preferences.
"If I don't kill you, but I still want to help you achieve your wish, are you willing to give it a try?" Liu Yihe asked calmly.
Zhulong was shocked and in a daze, not knowing what Liu Yihe was talking about.
"Liu Yihe, are you deliberately teasing me? When I was imprisoned by you in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, wasn't it because you wanted to refine the yin and yang fire essence in my body, so that you could hope to break through the realm? Is it difficult to do so now? You know it's hopeless, but you still can't wait any longer. Are you just trying to make me give you the yin-yang fire spirit with your sweet talk?" Zhulong said with a sullen face.
Liu Yihe glanced at Zhulong, as if he were looking at a dying bug, pitiful and pitiful.
"Your yin and yang fire essence is just in name only in my eyes. I did have such an idea when I imprisoned you, but I don't need it now."
Zhulong was noncommittal, wondering whether Liu Yihe was talking big words or showing off mysteries. He was uniquely endowed with yin and yang fire essence. He was the only one in the entire mountain and sea who could use it. He could not only reverse yin and yang, but also steal dragons and turn phoenixes, symbiotically and harmoniously. , which is why he is confident that he can conquer the mysterious fire.
The fire of yin and yang alternates between cold and warm, which is rare in the world.
"Hmph, don't be alarmist here. Do you think I'm Li Wenxuan?"
But as soon as these words were spoken, the next moment Zhulong was already frozen in place, unable to move. Even if a fire whip hit him hard on the face, he was indifferent. His mouth was full of blood and his fangs were whipped by the fire whip. Flowers bloomed everywhere, Zhulong's face was dull, like a walking corpse, without the consciousness of his soul.
After the fire whip passed through, behind Liu Yihe, like a peacock opening its tail and a goddess scattering flowers, firelights bloomed out. With each firelight bursting out from behind him, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the space It was also gradually collapsing. As far as the naked eye could see, the Xuanhuo Altar was falling apart for no apparent reason, with cracks spreading all around. It was strange and inexplicable.
Compared with the previous mysterious fire, the mysterious fire summoned by Liu Yihe at this moment has a dark green shimmer in its depth, which happens to be the color of the Jiuyou Earth Core Fire that Ling Jiuquan sacrificed in Canghai. It's just that this It will look a little weak and dull, and it should not be comparable to the real Nine Nether Golden Flame.
But this was not the main reason why Zhulong lost his self-awareness. His eyes were empty and blank, as if he was dreaming, as if he were in a misty abyss with no end in sight.
"Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one..." In the dark, Zhulong just murmured and counted the mysterious fire that evolved behind Liu Yihe, until he said eighty-one. Three words.
Eighty-one levels of profound fire, the realm of gods and humans!
It is not a place of demigods, but a real god, a realm of gods.
At this moment, Zhulong's breathing gradually became slower. Liu Yihe was actually in the realm of a god!
How is it possible, and how can it be so absurd?
But the eighty-one mysterious fires in front of you are so real, like the tail of the sky swirling and a group of demons dancing wildly. Each mysterious fire is so real and arrogant.
As long as Liu Yihe has a thought, he can be wiped out at any time and die without a burial.
After Zhulong reacted, he no longer dared to have any disrespectful thoughts. He trembled and knelt on the ground, trembling.
Because he knew that Liu Yihe's divine realm was not just about reaching the peak by relying on mysterious fire. At the same time, he was also a sword cultivator in the divine realm. This was such a terrifying existence.
In today's world, Luo Chengdong, who has also reached the divine realm as a sword cultivator, may be a little less impressive.
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Yihe looked indifferent. He raised his head and looked at the top of the sky. His sight seemed to penetrate the outer universe, ignoring the stars. At the end of it, there was the lingering sadness in his eyes, the ripples of pain, and the lingering pain in the sky. There is only a little bit of tenderness left.
Some people draw an earth as a prison only for one person.
Some people are alone because they just don't want to be so lonely.
Some people look up to the sky but can't help themselves. They climb to the top of the road just to protect the only hope they can still protect.
The endless darkness wasted his faith, and he closed his eyes when daylight came, as if many things were just a little bit close.
So he can only confront the desolation of time, without having to explain to anyone. He is the traveler in the eternal flow of time, the only sober god.
"Join me and help me and you."
The Liuyi River turns around and passes by, as if walking on thin ice, as thin as cicada wings, only one lives and one dies.
