The Imam was still waiting to ask more questions, but Murong Fu waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, I don't have any more questions to ask. Don't ask me any more. Just do it."

The Imam's expression changed slightly, and he finally said, "Originally, if you revealed the whereabouts of the Holy Fire Order, your life would be spared, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of praise."

Murong Fu was not happy immediately, "Old guy, if I remember correctly, you were the one who was beaten around last time. How did you get the confidence to spare my life?"

The Imam sneered without saying a word, and made strange gestures with his hands. A red light lit up on his chest, then expanded, and it turned out to be a bunch of extremely strange flames.

It was dark now, and there was a cool breeze blowing all around. But as soon as the flame appeared, the temperature around him suddenly increased several times. Murong Fu could still feel such a trace of heat when he was standing five or six feet away. He was a little confused, Imma

He has already seen the flame kung fu he cultivates. If you say it is magical, it is indeed magical, but what does it mean to show it off now?

The flames swayed in the wind. If you observe carefully, you will find that this flame is exuding a layer of three-color halo, which makes you feel a little dizzy after looking at it for a long time.

"This is the holy fire of our sect, which can burn everything. The first generation of our sect got it by chance and founded the great sect." The Imam introduced calmly.

Murong Fu couldn't help being surprised when he heard this, "Holy fire? You mean, the so-called 'holy fire' of your Ming sect is this flame?"

He always thought that the "holy fire" often mentioned by Mingjiao believers was just a fire burned on certain occasions or ceremonies, and it was called a holy fire. He did not expect that such a specific flame actually existed.

The Imam nodded, "Yes, this fire is a sacred fire born naturally from heaven and earth. No one has been able to decipher its mystery. The rules of this religion say that seeing the sacred fire is like seeing the Mingzun. In fact, strictly speaking

, the Holy Fire is more qualified to represent you, the reason why I couldn't do anything to you last time was because I just didn't bring the Holy Fire with me."

"I see," Murong Fu didn't know whether what he said was true or not, and was too lazy to debate the issue. Instead, he was quite curious about his flame kung fu and couldn't help but ask, "Then how... how do you control this thing?

"

He has always felt that Imam's flame kung fu is very magical. There are many masculine and fiery kung fu techniques in the world, such as Dali Yiyang Finger, the flame knife of Nima Temple, and the wood-burning knife technique of Shaolin Temple. These martial arts are closely related to flames.

But it's not a real flame.

Let’s talk about the Yiyang Finger and the Flame Knife. The former is extremely yang-strong and is extremely hot when it is used. It can ignite some flammable things, but it is just a kind of energy in itself. The latter’s Flame Knife does have some flame breath, but that

It was accidentally blended in by Jiumozhi when he was practicing. It is not a pure flame. The Imam is different. What he controls is a real flame.

The Imam smiled quite contentedly when he heard this, "This is my secret. For hundreds of years, I am the only one who can control the Holy Fire."

As he spoke, his face moved slightly, "If you are willing to hand over the Holy Fire Token, I can share this secret with you. Of course, there is only this one ball of Holy Fire, and it is impossible to give it to you, but as long as you have the technique, you can refine ordinary flames into

You can also use it for your own use.”

Murong Fu's eyes flickered, and after a while he breathed out softly, "No need, your kung fu looks miraculous, but without the holy fire, I'm afraid it won't be very powerful, so there's nothing special about it."

The Imam's face was sluggish, "Then I can only kill you."

Murong Fu rolled his eyes, "Okay, okay, wait until you kill me before you say this, so as not to get a swollen face later."

After speaking, he turned his wrist and slowly grasped the hilt of the Red Sky Sword.

Imam's expression changed slightly. He knew that Murong Fu had a very powerful divine sword and suffered a loss the last time they fought. He couldn't help but said, "It is said that the martial arts people in the Central Plains pay attention to fairness when competing.

You are defenseless, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu suddenly flew up and slashed down with his sword in the air. The sword light stretched sharply, from far to near, and instantly reached the top of the Imam's head.

The Imam was startled, and then became furious. He raised his hands, and the holy fire on his chest suddenly spread with a pop. A layer of flaming aura filled the whole body. There was a loud clang, and the sword light slashed down.

, but only cut a small amount of the flame energy, and could not move forward even if it failed to touch the top of his head.

Murong Fu was not surprised by this. According to Imam, the Holy Fire was not around during the last fight. At that time, he was able to withstand a blow from the Heavenly Sword without losing by relying on his own skills. The Red Sky Sword was not stronger than the Heavenly Sword, and even

It's a little weak, but the imam holds the holy fire in his hand, and it makes sense that he can easily take this blow.

"Murong Fu, why are you so disrespectful of etiquette!" the Imam scolded angrily.

Murong Fu chuckled, "You want to kill me, but you want me to tell you about etiquette. What's your logic?"

As he spoke, he let go of the Scarlet Sky Sword with his right hand and turned his hands like wheels. Soon the Scarlet Sky Sword hanging in the air shook slightly, splitting into dozens or hundreds of sword shadows. In an instant, the situation changed color, murderous intent was like a tide, and the momentum was lost for a moment.

two.

Encountering someone like him who didn't play by the rules, Imam jumped in anger, but he had no choice but to fight with all his heart. He opened his hands, and the flames on his body faded like a tide, and then a handle appeared in the void around him.

The small flaming sword lit up with flames, swaying one after another.

"Go!" Murong Fu shouted, and all the sword shadows shot out. Almost at the same time, the Imam pushed his hands outward, and hundreds of flaming swords came forward. Neither side had any intention of holding back.

Taking action is the ultimate move, even the temptation is eliminated.

The sword energy and the flames met in an instant, and there was a chaotic sound of chichis, and sparks shot out in the air. It was so gorgeous, and the destructive power was unprecedented. The two people's moves covered the area, and the grass instantly turned into scorched earth.

The collision between the two people did not last long. In less than a breath, all the sword shadows had dispersed. But what surprised Murong Fu a little was that the opponent's small flaming sword still had less than half of it left.

Seeing the small half-flame sword flying over at an unabated speed, Murong Fu waved his hands, a mysterious wave spread out, the void turned upside down, and all the small swords flew back upside down.

The Imam sneered and waved his hand, and the flames that had just been scattered on the ground flew back immediately, forming a wall of fire in front of him. The flame sword was integrated into it as soon as it touched the wall of fire, without causing any ripples.

All this is a long story. In fact, it only took a blink of an eye for the two of them to take action. Imam immediately smiled proudly and said, "How about it? Do you still feel that I am making empty threats?"

Murong Fu was silent. He was at a disadvantage with that move just now. The most important thing was that the flame was a tangible thing. He didn't dare to really use the Star Shift, or even try the Beiming Divine Art. God knows what could happen to him.

Will something happen inside the body?

With his thoughts turning, he grabbed the Chixiao Sword, stepped forward, turned over and slashed with his sword. This time he used a real move, which was groundbreaking and his momentum was astonishing.

The Imam did not dare to use his flesh and blood body to receive the magic weapon. He stood up from the ground in a flash, and threw a flaming whip with his backhand in the air. There was a sizzling sound, almost piercing the void.

Murong Fu immediately used the move Youfeng Laiyi, raising the tip of his sword upward, avoiding the imam's attack, and pointing directly at his lower body.

In an instant, the two were entangled in close proximity. At the same time, on the wall of Dadu City a few miles away, Jinlun Dharma King and Ouyang Feng looked up eagerly, with both wonder and regret on their faces.

After a long while, Jinlun Dharma King shook his head with some disappointment, "What a pity, this young monk cannot observe such an unprecedented battle up close. I'm afraid it will be a regret for this young monk in his life."

Ouyang Feng glanced at him inexplicably, then stared unblinkingly at the direction where Murong Fu and the two were fighting, and said contemptuously, "It's not too late for you to go over now."

Jin Lun Dharma King couldn't help but shuddered and smiled, "Let's forget it. If we are involved in this, I will certainly not be able to escape death with my cultivation level."

"Then what are you regretting? Can't you see clearly from here?"

"Here we can only observe its form, but cannot understand its method. Only by being there in person can we understand its mystery."

Ouyang Feng's lips curled up slightly, a bit contemptuous, and he changed the subject, "Who do you think will win among these two?"

Jinlun Dharma King pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head, "It's hard to say, Murong Fu's martial arts monk is completely incomprehensible, and the Wolf King is even more unfathomable. Even Master Padmasambhava of the lower sect is quite afraid of this person.

.”

After a long time, Ouyang Feng let out a long sigh, "I remember when I first met this kid, his martial arts was still very immature. I didn't expect that in just a few years, he would have grown to this point. He is not even thirty yet."

…”

Hearing what he said, Jin Lun Dharma King couldn't help but show a bitter look on his face, "Indeed, it's hard to imagine what state he can reach in another ten or a hundred years? Does the legendary Shattered Void actually exist?"

"I don't know, but you are still young, Bald Donkey. It's not a problem to live another hundred years. You will know by asking him then."

"Mr. Ouyang was joking. The young monk is over forty. Even if there is no disaster, he can only live a hundred years at most. How dare he expect to live another hundred years."

Ouyang Feng didn't take these words seriously. He knew a lot of secrets of health preservation in Tantric Buddhism. Didn't you see that Ba Siba still looked like he was in his thirties even though he was over sixty years old?

How old is he, no less than a hundred or two hundred years old anyway, and he himself...has practiced poison arts all his life, and there are so many poisons hidden in his body that it may be difficult for him to live past a hundred years.

Ouyang Feng suddenly felt a little heavy and murmured, "How do you think this kid has developed this skill at such a young age?"

Jin Lun Dharma King laughed and said, "How does this young monk know that Mr. Ouyang has a good relationship with him? You might as well ask him."

Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed slightly, "It is rumored that there is a martial art in the world that can absorb other people's internal energy and use it for one's own use. It is called the Star Absorbing Technique. Have you heard of it, Bald Donkey?"

Jin Lun Dharma King nodded, "There is indeed such a martial art, but I would like to advise you not to pursue the Star Absorbing Dharma."

"Oh why?"
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