After Meng Xinghe heard this, he showed excitement on the surface, but then quickly turned into regret, but there was no emotion in his heart.
He does have some thoughts about the Xinyan clan's anger.
But I don't want to become like them, but I want to grasp the root behind it.
The method of killing the Three Corpse Insects was useless against Lin Xi.
Those ordinary incarnations in the material world do not need to kill three zombies to become the universe within and become holy physically.
If he really cultivates him into a Chaos Demon God one day.
That is the innate holiness. From the very beginning, the physical body has reached the end of the heavens. Naturally, there is no need to kill the Three Corpse Insects.
But he doesn't need it, but he can use it as a bargaining chip.
In any way of practice, the fundamental method is more important at first, but after reaching a certain level, the application method becomes more important.
The method to kill the Three Corpse Insects is a top-notch method that is very popular in all the worlds.
After chatting with Meng Xinghe for a few more words, Yan Su left under Yan Yun's distant call.
The bright moon passes through the sea of clouds and hangs high in the sky, like a bright mirror. The cold moonlight shines down and envelopes the Ten Thousand Fire Altar. It seems that even this place that has always been hot has a little more coolness.
Among the undulating mountain peaks in the distance, there were faint sounds of neighing sounds from the Three Corpse Insects.
It had been a few days since Yansu came to find him.
There is still no news about Mustache, as if he disappeared after arriving in the Heart Fairyland.
At this time, Meng Xinghe was still patiently playing the role of a weakling who unexpectedly fell into despair and became a foreigner.
As for his own origin, he has already had an explanation.
As for whether people from the Xinyan clan believe it or not... that doesn't matter.
Because no matter how true Meng Xinghe's words are, they won't believe it. Truth and lies are actually unimportant.
There was only one reason that really made the Xinyan clan feel at ease in letting Meng Xinghe stay, and that was that he seemed 'weak' enough.
No one would think that a guy with 80% of his body muscles burned by heart fire, all his meridians destroyed, and all his qi sea and dantian collapsed, could still be a threat.
It seems that it has entered some kind of routine.
Meng Xinghe was in the Xinyan clan. Except for his friendship with Yansu, the other Xinyan clan members kept a distance from him.
At this moment..., on the day when the Ten Thousand Fires Ceremony was about to begin, Yan Su was still the only one chatting with him and bringing him food and drinks.
On the Altar of Ten Thousand Fires in the distance, the sounds of horns and drums sounded in unison.
Perhaps the sound was deafening at the scene, but when it reached the outpost from the Altar of Ten Thousand Fires, it seemed extraordinarily distant.
It was as if this voice separated the two worlds.
Liveliness and loneliness all rise at the same time in the sound of horns and drums.
"Go back quickly! The Ten Thousand Fire Ceremony should have started!" Meng Xinghe said to Yan Su.
Yan Su hesitated for a moment, but then said: "I'd better stay here and chat with you! Anyway, this is good!"
Meng Xinghe smiled and said: "That's great! Some people can't see you, so you should be worried!"
"Brother Chen is joking...!" Yan Su said with a hint of sadness on his face, but his expression was not cheerful.
Meng Xinghe knew it well, but at this time he could only pretend to be confused.
Sure enough, where did the male best friend and female confidant come from?
There is no pure friendship between men and women.
If so, it's just that they haven't fallen in love with each other yet.
"Okay! I'm going back! Pay more attention to yourself, you are still injured, and don't go to bed too late at night. Have a drink and go to bed early!" After gathering his emotions, Yan Su showed the same elegant smile as before, Said to Meng Xinghe.
But Meng Xinghe could feel it. Although her tone was kind, her face also had a gentle look. But it gives people a deep sense of distance. It was completely different from the cheerful laughter and cheerful conversation before.
After Yan Su left, Meng Xinghe mobilized the power of his soul to attach to his eyes.
Through the window hole, look in the direction of the Altar of Ten Thousand Fires in the distance.
At this time, on the altar, a group of men and women with various patterns painted on their bodies and wearing various colored feathers were performing weird dances.
Like a ball of hot burning fire.
He took the wine bottle over and poured the wine directly down his throat without using a wine glass.
The wine of the Xinyan tribe is very strong, and when it falls into the stomach, it burns like fire.
It's not good, but it's still delicious.
boom!
The entire Altar of Ten Thousand Fires suddenly shone brightly in the night sky, glowing red, like a burning mountain of flames.
Even though they were separated by a mountain, the cheers of the Xinyan tribe still seemed to be in their ears.
The wind blowing in from the cracks in the door and the windows also has a lively flavor.
Under the hazy moonlight, I turned around and looked in the opposite direction to the Altar of Ten Thousand Fires. I saw the light black undulating mountains, as if they were like giant surging beasts. They were all amidst the boiling cheers of the Xinyan tribe. Being constantly driven away.
The noisy cheers suddenly became fainter.
The ancient Xun music is melodious and melodious, but mixed with the desolation from the ancient times. The light sadness, although not so intense that it will immediately make people cry, puts a layer of melancholy in people's hearts.
This melancholy will only become clearer and clearer as time goes by.
The Altar of Ten Thousand Fires, which seemed to be burning hot all the time, suddenly dimmed, and the entire mountain became pitch black, so black that it seemed darker than the distant mountains in the distance that looked like beasts.
suddenly!
A swaying flame rose up, as if just a little stronger wind would be enough to completely extinguish it.
But it still burned tenaciously, flickered, jumped, and slowly moved to the top of the mountain.
Boom, boom, boom!
The three bells tolled, penetrating the heaven and earth, like the first sound of an era.
The most ordinary orange-red fire rose from the Ten Thousand Fire Altar, and then turned into a fire meteor, burning into the sky.
It's like a signal.
At the moment when this fire light rises, all kinds of flames, red, yellow, purple, white, green, gray, blue, black, gold, silver, are like rotating and exploding fireworks. Generally, fly towards the sky.
The sky, like a large black background, was burned into colorful lights.
The brilliant firelight illuminated everything, but they were not the sun. Therefore, under their illumination, there is still a whole patch of shadow. But precisely because of this, they can be arranged side by side in the sky, each blooming with its own beauty and splendor.
The firelight and moonlight seemed to divide the space into several boundaries.
The outpost where Meng Xinghe is located is in the mortal world. And on the distant Altar of Ten Thousand Fires, where the flames bloom, is the fairyland.
Roar...roar...roar!
A different kind of cheers sounded like a roaring tsunami.
Such shouts are not only to cheer for the beginning of the Ten Thousand Fires Ceremony, but also to declare their existence and their right to rule and dominate this ancient heart fairyland.
The rise of the flame gradually became sparse.
Every nearly ten minutes, one or two new flames will rise and burn into the sky.
And every time the fire light rises, it is inevitably accompanied by a rush of drums.
The longer the drum sound is, the stronger the rising flame is.
At this moment, Meng Xinghe's demonic eyes saw some fast-moving figures in the mottled light and shadow.
They...are not the Xinyan clan.
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