Dazhu Peak.

The courtyard behind Shoujingtang.

There were two people sitting next to the stone table. Tian Buyi, who was in the priest, was sitting on the left head, and Zhang Xiaofan, who was dressed in gray, black pants and simple robe, sat on the right head. On the stone table in front of the two, there was a tilted book spread out, and there was a cup of tea in front of each other, discussing the contents of the book.

Although Zhang Xiaofan listens more and speaks less, he always speaks more and can hit the point, which greatly comforts Tian Buyi.

Since he used the mysterious book "The Book of Heaven" to accommodate the cultivation of his own Buddhism and Taoism, Zhang Xiaofan's strength has improved with a rapid progress. In just a few years, he not only surpassed his senior brother Song Daren in terms of cultivation, but also greatly improved his personality and experience, and he became much more mature and steady.

Tian Buyi sighed a lot about this. He really didn't expect that he could not see clearly that under the ordinary appearance of this dull disciple, he had a profound talent hidden in his inner beauty.

Tian Buyi had never experienced such a situation before, nor had he ever thought that one day he would discuss the truth with his disciples and gain something. The Book of Heaven is profound and mysterious, and it is all-encompassing. Everyone has different interpretations and understandings of it.

The other disciples were limited to their cultivation and knowledge, and they followed Tian Buyi's guidance.

Only Zhang Xiaofan is different. Since the battle between Zhengmo and Demons revealed the truth about Caomiao Village, he was very moved and he suddenly matured and learned the most important thing - all things in the world should have their own thoughts and judgments.

Tian Buyi was ridiculous about some of the absurd ideas of the "Book of Heaven", but at the same time he was shocked by a certain imaginative and thought-provoking understanding from time to time.

Unconsciously, a certain idea in Tian Buyi's mind gradually changed.

——Da Ren is calm and decisive, and is tolerant of his fellow disciples. He was originally the best candidate for the inheritance of his lineage when his cultivation level improved a little in a few years.

It was just that someone from Chaoyang Peak was shocked, and Tian Buyi was a little unwilling to continue to aim at "staying true to success". It would be fine if he didn't have to choose. At present, he obviously has a promising disciple, and with the opportunity of possessing the magical powers of the two schools, he may not be able to compete with him in the future!

Of course, he has not told anyone about this idea yet, but he has a lot more time to express his life on weekdays.

Perhaps when he was touched, Tian Buyi frowned and thought slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and looked at the distance casually. When he thought about gaining something, he turned around and suddenly saw Zhang Xiaofan's face pale, trembling and trying to stand up, but his feet fell softly and sat on the ground on the courtyard.

Tian Buyi rose up in fear, and threw the teacup on the table with a slam. He stepped forward and helped Zhang Xiaofan up. His fingers instantly placed on Zhang Xiaofan's wrist, carefully examining his physical condition.

"Master, I'm fine."

Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand, as if he had recovered from breathing, but a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which could not stop flowing down his chin. "It was just that the qi and blood were shaking, and his soul was depressed. After a short rest for a hundred years, he could recover." He followed Tian Buyi to learn medical theory and was very clear about his situation at this time.

After Tian Buyi explored his veins, he also judged that this was the case.

"What the hell is going on?" Tian Buyi frowned and puzzled.

Zhang Xiaofan breathed out a breath, and his expression was a little disappointed: "It's the 'blood-sucking bead'!"

Tian Buyi's face changed, and his eyes flashed: "Blood refining backfire? Could it be that - those evil demons destroyed the 'blood-devouring beads'?"

Zhang Xiaofan lost his experience in the Demon Sect and had no idea about the "blood refining" technique, and he couldn't say it at this time. But in the dark, he seemed to be able to feel the shock and feeling of loss of the invisible connection being cut off.

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Chaoyang Peak.

Xuanxu Sword Forging Shop.

"Wow—!"

“Wow——!”

The red light dissipated, and the scorching aura swept across the world, causing everyone to exclaim.

The flames in the Sword Forging Furniture never go out all year round, and it was a hot place with high temperatures. However, when the heat wave swept across, everyone was burned by the heat. They suddenly felt that the smell of flames were filled with breaths, and their chests were burning, and sweat on their faces flowed down in an instant.

Hou Che, who had been stationed here for many years, wiped sweat, and there was a black stain on his face that was unknown, but he didn't care, and his eyes were hot to look at the divine object emitting a rolling heat wave: "What a strong fire power, but there was an unbearable feeling when approaching. It was worthy of being the top fire treasure!"

A big hand suddenly reached out to the side and easily pulled Hou Che away.

Hou Che was jealous of the eyes, and was displeased when he was exposed. He turned around and looked at a face that was even more ungrateful than him. His anger immediately melted, and he showed a flattering smile: "Uncle Master!"

"Hmph," Yan Zhenghui's nostrils made a disdainful voice, "Is there any order of hierarchy? Even my position is robbed?"

Hou Che quickly shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, how dare you, disciple? Please, please first!"

After taking charge of the Xuanxu part, Yan Zheng was satisfied and was able to devote himself to his favorite things. In this regard, Hou Che did not dare to stroke his tiger beard, for fear that he would let him knock on the mine ingot for a month in anger, and he would be bored if he was not exhausted!

Yan Zhenghui squeezed away Hou Che, and an obsession appeared in his eyes.

"Hiss, look at this perfect color, the untouchable temperature and the immense spiritual power contained-"

"That's right, that's right!"

"It is the pure 'Lihuo Essence'!"

The "Lihuo Essence" is extremely hot. People with low cultivation will be burned by the heat emitted by their natural heat when they approach. Yan Zhenghui was not here, so he stretched out his hand and took out the "Lihuo Essence" with the "control of things".

Many disciples were afraid of this precious flame power and stood at the farthest point to watch.

At this time, Yan Zhenghui took it out, and they saw the true appearance of the "Lihuo Essence" - it was an irregular red crystal as big as two fists, which was semi-transparent and contained powerful flame power. Ordinary people could not look directly at it with their naked eyes, because the burning light would hurt both eyes.

After a few breaths were exposed in the air, the fiery red crystal "wailed" and a raging fire suddenly appeared!

As the flames came together, the temperature in the sword-making workshop rose sharply. Many disciples could not bear the flame force, and had to suppress their curiosity of looking at the magical objects in their hearts, and quickly retreated from the workshop.

Many tools and sheds in the Sword Forging Square are built with special materials and are extremely resistant to high temperatures. However, after the crystal flames rise, the surface of many tools that have been burned for a long time appearing black, and wisps of blue smoke even emerge in some places.

Yan Zhenghui exclaimed softly: "'Nanming Lihuo'!"

Then he realized something strange. It turned out that the hair was too close to it and it was burnt yellow. Yan Zhenghui quickly used his magic power to protect his body. The only thing that was not beautiful was that this move would separate the magical power that made people obsessed with was also a shame.

Yan Zhenghui noticed the hut with flames lit up around him. As soon as he led the "immunity" and wanted to put it back into the box.

Halfway through his hand, Yan Zhenghui was stunned for a moment, and his attention turned to the wooden box: "Hey, what material is this? It can withstand the powerful flame power of the 'Lihuo Essence'?"

"Uncle Master!"

Feng Yi suddenly grabbed the wooden box before him, and smiled with a slightly bent eyes, "This wooden box is of great use to me, and it is also a temporary solution to hold the 'Lihuo Essence'. Don't make any idea of ​​it!"

Yan Zhenghui showed a strange look, paused for a moment, and said meaningfully: "Why does your box look like a woman's dressing box?" Feng Yi smiled and said nothing, trying to get away with it. Yan Zhenghui gave him a blank look. Seeing that he didn't want to say much, he didn't care, so he turned around and said, "Hou Che, take a 'icy jade box'."

Hou Che replied: "Yes!"

After he took a few steps, Yan Zhenghui added loudly: "Remember to get the one with the longest years and the most cold power!"

Hou Che replied, "I understand, uncle!"

Yan Zhenghui looked at Hou Che's back, shook his head slightly, turned around, and looked at the "Lihuo Spirit" covered with red flames. It seemed that there was a flame in his eyes, and he said eagerly and excitedly: "Feng Yi, what kind of sword are you planning to cast?"

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Ruthless.

The temple is hundreds of feet deep underground.

This place was a secret Jedi that no one knew or had ever set foot in. Even the major sects that used the Wild Temple as the main hall of the Holy Church, they never knew that there was such a dark and deep place deep underground.

However, it was such a isolated place that welcomed visitors today.

They seemed to be blending into the ghosts in the night, quickly and lightly, alarming countless insects and insects that enjoy silence. They also wanted to grow neatly and strictly disciplined. Everyone, with a solemn and calm face, was moving rapidly deep in the ground.

soon.

A roar came from the depths of the darkness!

It was as if the mountains were surging, as if the surging waves were surging, and as if the thunder of the nine heavens were shocked! The loud roar awakened the silence of the darkness underground, and the sound waves rolled up a storm, countless dust splashed everywhere, and the dark dome was also shaken by this sound that gravel and soil crumbs fell down!

In the meantime, there were even light and sounds of figures breaking through the air.

However, among the sounds, I could not hear a human voice. The figures acted step by step with strict discipline. No matter what the situation occurred, they were silent and solemn!

Heavy steps and heavy breathing echoed in the darkness.

In the faint light, a huge creature rushed over.

Then came a few "swoosh" sounds breaking through the air!

Several spiritual lights suddenly appeared, but those ghostly silent people sacrificed their magic weapons and blew on the giant body of the strange beast. The strange beast was in pain and anger, and his eyes were like lanterns flashing in the dark. With a roar, the body of a mountain moved violently, chasing towards the figures.

Although the strange beast is as strong as a mountain, it runs very quickly!

Several figures that fell slightly behind were caught up by the strange beasts, and even the screams were not heard, they were swallowed by the huge body shrouded in the darkness!

But at that moment, several more spiritual lights were shot out, attracting the attention of the strange beast, and immediately running in one direction.

The direction they chose was exactly the same as the previous few people!

The strange beast was filled with anger. Perhaps because the underground dominated for countless years, it had already lost its vigilance. Anyone who provoked it would be swallowed into its belly by its broad mouth, and it believed that it would be the same today.

Until three groups of people died, a majestic and deep voice suddenly shouted in the dark-

"'Prisoning Dragon Formation', get up!"

In an instant, the surrounding lights illuminated the dark underground all day long.

The bright light is quite unaccustomed to the strange beasts that have lived underground for a long time. Its glittering pupils slightly shrank, and a threatening roar was emitted from its throat. However, a large tripod flew out of the golden light work. Its style is simple, with the cauldron body engraved with ancient patterns such as mountains, rivers, earth, birds, beasts, insects, fish, four seasons of reincarnation, sun, moon, stars, and other ancient patterns. The cauldron flew over the head of the beast, and instantly cast four light curtains, which actually enveloped the strange beast!

In the light, the appearance of the strange beast was revealed.

Looking from afar, it turned out to be an ancient beast. This beast looks like a dragon but not a dragon, with sharp fangs and sharp teeth, and a burly body as a mountain. It has a three-pointed pig shape. I don’t know which kind of ancient relic it is!

Around the light, more than a dozen figures suddenly flashed.

Among them, the two leaders were dressed as elegant scholars, with a noble spirit that had been in the upper hand for a long time; the other was wearing a black robe, and even his face was shrouded under a black face towel, and only a pair of deep eyes that were unpredictable were revealed.

"roar--!"

The strange beast roared.

In the magic circle, an unlucky guy ran a step slower, and now he was just shrouded in the light curtain, locked with the strange beast. The unlucky guy looked desperate and looked at everyone outside, his lips trembling but he couldn't say a word.
To be continued...