No one could answer Wen Yingkong's question.

She herself couldn't answer.

Meng Chengshen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and was surrounded by the snow-white cold air. Between his thick eyebrows, a word "Sichuan" was wrinkled. It was obvious that the three words of Wen Yingkong just made Meng Chengshen

God was so troubled.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Greedy Wolf jumped up and down and shouted: "I want to see uncle's Dharma picture again."

"good!"

Liu Yi grabbed Tanlang's ears and rubbed them lovingly. A light flashed between his eyebrows, and a twelve-foot-long sword appeared above his head, hanging in the middle of the pagoda.

This pagoda was originally Subhuti's Buddha treasure. The upper and lower floors have been penetrated and can change in size. When it is large, it can reach a height of one thousand meters. When it is small, it is only three inches in diameter.

Now there are three people standing in the pagoda, which has already reached a height of one thousand meters. The sword on top of Liu Yi's head is only twelve feet long, so the pagoda can easily accommodate the sword.

The edge of the sword is straight, and the edge of the sword is frosty.

Wisps of biting sword intent radiate from the sword's edge.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, I have seen your flying sword before. There are nine ancient thunder-character inscriptions on the flying sword. It must be a magic weapon passed down from ancient times. Now that Fellow Daoist Liu has cultivated into Dharma, why not carve nine inscriptions on it?

An ancient inscription with the word "Thunder"? I have also done some research on ancient inscriptions and know that ancient inscriptions are extremely powerful. It is a pity that I am not qualified enough to understand the true meaning of ancient inscriptions..."

Although Meng Chengshen was making suggestions to Liu Yi, he was neither lamenting nor lamenting his own qualifications.

As people get older, they tend to sigh.

The same goes for practitioners.

The longer you live, the more you like to recall the past, and the more you like to give advice to others based on your own experience.

"I am a sword cultivator. My swordsmanship should be a pure sword edge. Why should I carve some ancient inscriptions? If ancient inscriptions are carved, the sword edge will inevitably become less pure than it is now. Rather than being complex, it is better to specialize.

Same

! Fellow Daoist Meng, you have also seen Kong Sanwen’s Dharma Appearance. His Dharma Appearance is a peacock, and it is a pure peacock! When Kong Sanwen fought against the Dragon and Tiger Demon Emperor, if Kong Sanwen hadn’t suddenly become dazed, the Dragon and Tiger Demon Emperor would have died.

Turn into ashes!"

Liu Yi's words were half true and half false. Naturally, he would not tell others that in addition to this bundle of swordsmanship, he also had his own soul in his body, as well as the soul with the inscription "Thunder", which he had not yet refined.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

Wen Yingkong was lowering her head in deep thought, but suddenly she raised her head and knelt down on one knee to Liu Yi. She kowtowed excitedly and said, "My Lord, I have learned from your kind words!"

Although Liu Yi didn't know what Wen Yingkong was thinking, he looked calm and asked calmly: "What have you realized?"

“The great road leads to simplicity!”

Wen Yingkong replied: "What the Lord just said is the simplicity of the Dao! If, as fellow Taoist Meng Chengshen said, carving ancient inscriptions on the sword's edge would destroy the Lord's swordsmanship, it would be eclectic.

, if you are mixed and impure, you will focus on one thing and miss the other. It is not as good as specialization, which can be extremely pure. This is the great way to simplicity!"

Hearing this, Liu Yi's mind suddenly moved and he praised: "What a Wen Yingkong!"

But Liu Yi's face remained calm and he asked again: "Is that all?"

Wen Yingkong replied: "...Those words spread among the world, although simple and simple, are extremely reasonable. In my opinion, this is also the greatest simplicity!"

"very good!"

Liu Yi was amazed at Wen Yingkong's intelligence and qualifications. He couldn't help but nod in admiration, and then asked: "Can what you realized today be helpful to your own practice?"

"Yes! My subordinate is practicing the Suzaku Fire Bathing Technique. This method is also an ancient magic method, but it is different from the exercises of ordinary monks. The Suzaku Fire Bathing Technique pays more attention to physical cultivation and is good at holding weapons and magic weapons. With superb martial arts and cultivation , engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. If you practice the Suzaku Fire Bathing Technique to its peak, you can burn yourself in the fire, be reborn in Nirvana, possess Suzaku bloodline, and have a body as powerful as the ancient Suzaku!"

Wen Yingkong knelt down, but her waist was straight, like a war spear dormant in front of Liu Yi. Her expression became more determined, and she said: "If I cultivate my physical body to the point of extreme tyranny, I can only With my flesh and blood body and a pair of fists, I can fight against the magic weapons in the world, and I can run rampant among thousands of enemies, as if I am in no one's land! One day, I can even use my flesh and blood body to have the power to fight against the great gods! "

Specialize in cultivating the physical body?

Liu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately imagined a scene in his mind.

In that scene, Wen Yingkong suddenly transformed, her plump and graceful body became ten thousand feet tall, and with one stamp of her feet, she trampled the eight-million-mile boundary of Hengshan to the ground! With a wave of her arm, she knocked down the rising sun in the sky. Got to be torn apart!

"Wen Yingkong, please get up."

Liu Yi shook his head vigorously to clear Wen Yingkong's unparalleled image from his mind. He only exhaled slowly and said: "I have a technique, which can be regarded as my family's secret skill, specializing in physical training. .When you practice this technique to the middle stage, you can withstand the attacks of immortal weapons; when you practice it to its peak, you can even resist the innate spiritual treasure! However, I can't pass this technique to you now, I have to wait until the Demon Emperor After you die, if you are still in the great formation of Heaven's Will, you swear that you will only be loyal to me, Liu Yi, in this life, and I will definitely pass on that secret knowledge to you."

This unique skill is naturally the "All Things Are Born" technique.

Meng Chengshen's eyes were stunned and he asked: "What is an innate spiritual treasure?"

Liu Yi said: "On top of the immortal weapons, there are spiritual treasures. There are two types of spiritual treasures. Those below the ninth level of restriction are acquired spiritual treasures; those above the ninth level of restriction are innate spiritual treasures. Your pagoda has three levels of restriction, which are acquired spiritual treasures. The soil beneath your feet and the Demon Emperor's immortal book are all innate spiritual treasures."

"I would like to be taught!"

Meng Chengshen cupped his hands and clasped his fists and said no more.

However, Wen Yingkong stood up, stared, and said in a deep voice: "Although the Demon Emperor's natural talent was suppressed by the great god, his crime will not lead to death. One day, the Demon Emperor will definitely come back and personally eradicate Ji Wushuang's traitor!"

"White-eyed wolf!"

Greedy Wolf looked down on Wen Ying's eyes and said, "If the Demon Emperor escapes from trouble and meets my uncle on a narrow road, will you help the Demon Emperor fight my uncle, or will you help my uncle fight the Demon Emperor?"

Wen Yingkong said categorically: "When the time comes, I will cut myself with my sword, so I won't bother you."

"Tsk tsk... that's easy to say."

Greedy Wolf stuck out his tongue and said: "You are lying. The thing in your hand is a spear, not a sword. Do you think all children in the world are easy to deceive?"

Wen Yingkong could only remain silent, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

Liu Yi looked at Wen Yingkong with great interest and re-examined the master of the Tiansha Palace.

Now, Liu Yi only feels that Wen Yingkong's personality is many times stronger than that of Miaoyu from the Qiongyu realm, and the two Zhuyu girls.

I'm afraid that only the arrogant and arrogant Cui Siqi, the holy girl of the Qiongyu Realm, can match Wen Yingkong's dream.

Recalling Wen Yingkong's heroic words just now, Liu Yi suddenly remembered that Cui Siqi had sworn to God that she would become a god within five hundred years...

Although these two women can make Liu Yi admire them, in the end, only Wan'er and Lu Ningshuang can make him feel at ease.

The place where my heart is at ease is my hometown.

Some people think that the most romantic thing is the vigorous one.

Some people think that the most romantic thing is to be in love until forever and ever.

Liu Yi only wants to have a clear conscience.

When it comes to foreign affairs, ask the sword; when it comes to internal affairs, ask the heart.

But please have peace of mind!

But now we are in the Netherworld Demon Prison. This small world filled with demonic fire seems to be endless. We can't distinguish up, down, left and right, and we can only let the pagoda float endlessly.

Immortals have long been able to live without food and stop eating the fireworks of the world.

But if it wants to last forever, it must eventually be consumed.

This Netherworld Hell only has flames, not even aura. If they cannot find a way out of this place, sooner or later the three of them and one wolf will run out of mana and elixirs and die here.

Ling Wanjian, the head of Xuantian Sect, is so powerful that he can save his life in the Netherworld Demon Prison, but he also relies on Xuantian Sect's sword cultivators to use his magical skills and the sword disk left by the great god Ling Qiujian to spread the sword energy across the world.

Only by coming from the world and pouring it into Ling Wanjian's body can Ling Wanjian's life be preserved.

"Fellow Daoist Liu!"

When Meng Chengshen saw that Liu Yi was silent, he just put a large piece of the broken cigarette stick to his mouth, took two deep breaths, suddenly grinned and said, "I figured out a way to find Ling Wanjian.

Figured it out!”

Wen Yingkong and Tanlang had already heard this once, and naturally their expressions were calm.

"What?"

Liu Yi stood up, stood on the ice futon, and asked in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Meng has really come up with a solution?"

"Absolutely true!"

Meng Chengshen waved the big smoke stick, pointed at the ice futon at Liu Yi's feet, stared at the snow-white cold air emanating from the Xuanbing Boundless Water, and said, "Fellow Taoist, look at it!"

After saying this, Meng Chengshen placed his left hand in front of his body and pinched out a magic formula.

The majestic pagoda shuddered suddenly and sped away into the distance. Meng Chengshen blamed the white cold air and said: "Fellow Taoist, look, this white cold air is moving!"

Liu Yi took a closer look and saw that the mist-like white cold air was slowly getting thicker.

Immediately, the magic formula in Meng Chengshen's hand changed, and the pagoda changed its direction and galloped away in another direction.

The white cold air on the ice futon has become much lighter.

"Fellow Taoist, you used Xuanbing Boundless Water to form a line of ice and placed it in the pagoda to regulate the temperature in the pagoda..."

Meng Chengshen looked excited, pointing to the cold air on the futon, and talked eloquently, "The higher the outside temperature, the more cold air needs to be released by the ice futon, and the thicker the white cold air will be. When the outside temperature drops, the cold air will

The ice futon needs to release less cold air, and the white cold air will become lighter in color..."

Hearing this, Liu Yi understood immediately.

It turns out that although this Netherworld Hell is filled with demonic fire, the demonic fire is thick in some places and thin in other places, so naturally there will be a temperature gap.

This clue is a mystery that Meng Cheng spent half a month observing while sitting in the tower.

"Uncle!"

Greedy Wolf was also very happy. It had been waiting for Meng Chengshen's answer for seven or eight days. Now it couldn't wait any longer. It jumped three meters high and stood above everyone, asking loudly: "Uncle! What if you are a demon?"
Chapter completed!