The wall of fire intersected with the thunder and lightning, erupting into a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye, and a muffled sound that made people's eardrums hurt.
However, before the Suzaku Fire Spirit could react, black energy flashed behind it, and a girl in blue appeared out of thin air.
This woman's face was cold, her hands were filled with gloomy black energy, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling. It was actually Zhao Xunzhen who also took action at the same time.
She appeared like a ghost, and almost at the same time that the Suzaku Fire Spirit flapped its wings to create a wall of fire, a palm was printed on its back.
The Suzaku Fire Spirit raised its head and erupted into a cry. It turned its head and glared at Zhao Xunzhen, with flames lingering in its mouth. It opened its mouth as if it was about to spit out flames again.
However, at this moment, a ray of silver-white moonlight suddenly pierced through its chest, but when Liang Yan saw that Zhao Xunzhen had succeeded, he also raised his sword straight up. He inserted the fixed light sword into the chest of Suzaku Fire Spirit, and his whole body's spiritual power was fiercely stimulated.
The fixed light sword immediately became full of moonlight, wreaking havoc in the body of Suzaku Fire Spirit.
The Suzaku Fire Spirit whined several times, but could no longer spit out any flames. The aura in its body dropped rapidly, and the divine light in its eyes gradually dissipated. Finally, its neck tilted and it fell backwards to the ground.
This Suzaku fire spirit lost all its vitality, but the crimson flames all over its body did not dissipate. Instead, they circulated around the body, and finally they all converged in mid-air.
As the flames on its body gradually peeled off, the Suzaku Fire Spirit's body gradually turned into a pile of dust. When the wind blew in the dark space, no trace could be seen anymore.
But the flames in mid-air gradually condensed and turned into a crimson ball the size of a fist again.
"That's Nanming Lihuo's fire tire, collect it now according to the formula I taught you!" Zhao Xunzhen reminded from the side.
Liang Yan pondered for a while after hearing this. Suddenly he waved his sleeves and saw a small mahogany box flying out. Then the small box opened and shot out thousands of flying needles, which were Liang Yan's "red pine needles".
He did not follow Zhao Xunzhen's suggestion and took the fire tire of Nanming Lihuo directly into his body.
To talk about the reasons, firstly, the kung fu he cultivated has nothing to do with flames, and it has limited improvement in his own strength.
Secondly, after his self-importance, he realized that people's hearts are dangerous. Although the two of them had fought against enemies side by side, they were still forced by the environment. There was no guarantee that this woman would not have different feelings for him.
This Nanming Lihuo is so violent that if there is a slight mistake in the intake into the body, he may immediately self-immolate on the spot. Naturally, Liang Yan will not do such a risky thing. On the contrary, red pine needles are originally fire-based spiritual weapons, and they have the same path as this Nanming Lihuo.
Source, it must be easier to absorb, and for Liang Yan, it is also a major improvement in combat power.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and followed the formula taught to him by Zhao Xunzhen. He muttered words and pointed out the fire tire kneading formula in mid-air.
When he pointed at the fire tire from a distance, ridges appeared on the surface of the originally glorious ball, and then began to spin rapidly in mid-air.
As the ball rotated faster and faster, bits and pieces of red light gradually overflowed from it, and were guided by Liang Yan's magic formula, turning into thousands of red lines, which shot towards thousands of flying needles in mid-air.
As soon as those red pine needles came into contact with the silk threads transformed from Nanming Lihuo, they made sharp chirping sounds, as if they were extremely excited.
Liang Yan showed a hint of excitement when he saw this, and he kneaded the formula faster. He saw that the thousands of flying needles were pulled back by the thread, and they were submerged into the ball one after another, and disappeared from sight again.
The firelight inside the sphere swayed, just like a blacksmith shop in the ordinary world, emitting crisp sounds of forging iron.
Liang Yan put away the spell, stood up, and stared at the crimson ball in mid-air.
Zhao Xunzhen stood aside, silently watching the situation on the field. She saw that Liang Yan did not take the Nanming Lihuo into his body according to the formula she taught, but used it to train his spiritual weapon. Although his face did not show any trace of anger,
There was no change at all, but a strange color flashed deep in his eyes.
"It's done!"
Suddenly hearing Liang Yan's excited voice, Zhao Xunzhen turned around and saw that the crimson ball in mid-air seemed to have had its essence extracted, gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared completely.
However, the thousands of flying needles in its body had all turned into a deep red color, and the power of the flames spread out, making her feel heart palpitations.