Wow!

The flames in the void began to merge rapidly.

In the end, a cluster of flames the size of a grain of rice appeared on Deng Jiuling's fingertips.

The flame was small, even smaller than it had been at first.

But Deng Jiuling knew very well that the power of this cluster of flames was more than ten times stronger than it was at the beginning.

"This cluster of Netherworld Cold Fire, if I suddenly sacrifice it, I can easily kill it, any Nine Rank Grandmaster!"

Deng Jiuling's eyes lit up, and he was a little excited.

With Deng Jiuling's current martial arts, it is naturally very simple to destroy a nine-rank grandmaster.

But in the decisive battle with those top nine-rank grandmasters, Deng Jiuling still needs to pay some price.

And if it was like the last time in the Mo family, surrounded and suppressed by a large number of masters, it would be difficult for Deng Jiuling to escape.

But......

The existence of this cluster of netherworld cold fire is like a life amulet.

Let Deng Jiuling have more, a life-saving hole card!

No matter how powerful a martial arts master is, as long as he is contaminated with the cold fire of the ghost, he will become a tragedy!

Even if he is a martial artist who cultivates three steps, Deng Jiuling dares to use this netherworld cold fire to make the other party pay a price that will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

It's just that Deng Jiuling is still a little dissatisfied.

"It's a shame that the Nether Cold Fire is a one-time consumable, although it is powerful. ”

Deng Jiuling shook his head slightly, a little unhappy.

In the past, during the war of the Mo family, Deng Jiuling once sacrificed a yin thunder and destroyed many top masters of the Mo family.

But the Yin Thunder is a one-time thing, and there is no more use of it.

This time, Deng Jiuling got the Netherworld Cold Fire.

Compared to the gloomy thunder, it is much more powerful.

But it's a pity that the Netherworld Cold Fire, with a little less, is very precious.

"It's no wonder that evil force will continue to collect the Netherworld Cold Fire for a hundred years. ”

"It turns out that this strange flame, once it is successfully collected, must be detonated in a very short time. ”

"And after the detonation, the Netherworld Cold Fire is gone, and it must be collected again. ”

Deng Jiuling frowned, a little crying and laughing.

At this moment, Deng Jiuling finally understood why so many Netherworld Cold Flames would eventually cheapen themselves.

Because of the Netherworld Cold Fire, once collected and condensed into flames, it must explode in a very short time!

However, this bug is not a problem for Deng Jiuling!

Because Deng Jiuling has a life and death book, he can store the Netherworld Cold Fire in it!

But!

Just when Deng Jiuling was depressed, this cluster of rice-sized flames suddenly pierced Deng Jiuling's thumb.

In an instant, a drop of crimson blood descended from his thumb and merged with the cold fire of the Netherworld.

At the same time, Deng Jiuling felt that he had established a special connection with the Netherworld Cold Fire.

"This Netherworld Cold Fire was actually born—a spirit?"

Deng Jiuling's eyes widened, a little incredulous.

Spirit is a very special concept in martial arts training.

For example, if a weapon is born with a zero spirit, it can be called a sword spirit!

The same craftsman, two identical swords.

A sword that contains a sword spirit will eventually grow into a famous sword!

Even if this sword is broken, as long as the sword spirit is still there, the sword is already there!

The Spirit of Flame, compared to the Spirit of the Sword, is a little more special.

For example, Deng Jiuling's Netherworld Cold Fire is used up.

As long as the Spirit of Fire is not extinguished, the Netherworld Cold Fire will still recover after a long period of recovery.

Although this recovery interval is actually very long, it can often be several days or even months.

But it's relatively dark and cold, and it's gone when you use it, so it's naturally a lot high.

Moreover, with the passage of time, as long as Deng Jiuling devours more strange flames.

Then, the spirit of the flame can continue to grow.

Legend has it that among the ten hells of the underworld, on the eighteenth layer of hell, there is a spirit of flame.

No matter how the rulers of the underworld change and change, the spirit of fire still exists!

Even in legends, the spirit of fire has grown to a certain level, and can even go to the point of self-cultivation.

The legendary fire god Zhu Rong, legend has it that he is a spirit of flames, and with countless years, he was born with spiritual wisdom and finally turned into a human form.

"I, the Spirit of Fire, am only newborn and weak, but I am also my brother. ”

Looking at the flames dancing at his fingertips, Deng Jiuling said with a smile: "From today on, you and I are not master and servant, but brothers, you can call Xiaohuo." ”

Airplanes!

As the words fell, flames flew up one after another, revolving around Deng Jiuling's body.

Even the appearance of the flame turned into the smiling face of a baby, as if it was happy.

The most peculiar thing about the Spirit of Fire is that its attributes have nothing to do with the flame it masters.

In other words, with the Spirit of Flame, any flame in the world, Deng Jiuling can increase its power!

"I don't know if the Nine Shadows Fire of the Miaojiang Car Clan can be mastered by Xiaohuo. Deng Jiuling suddenly had some expectations.

The Nine Shadows Fire is a flame that has been repeatedly studied by the Che clan for generations, and has the power to destroy the world.

Fortunately, before the Che clan could be successfully studied, Emperor Yongzheng sent Nian Qianyao's army to destroy the Che clan.

After a lapse of several hundred years, the car clan has revived, and the younger generations are active in various places, trying to rekindle the fire of the Nine Shadows.

However, under the encirclement and suppression of strong people such as Xu Canghai, Huo Lei, Wei Lan, and Deng Jiuling, the Che clan lurked again.

But now that the troubled times are coming, Deng Jiuling has a feeling that if the car clan is not destroyed, something big will happen sooner or later in the future.

"I have destroyed the conspiracy of the car clan many times, and the car clan can be said to be a matter of fire and water, and I will never die. ”

"However, if Xiaohuo grows strong enough, then the Che clan's hundreds of years of hard work will probably make me a wedding dress. ”

As soon as I thought of it, the young master of the Che clan urged the Nine Shadows Fire, but was taken away by himself.

The more he thought about it, the more Deng Jiuling wanted to laugh.

However, all this is just Deng Jiuling YY, and it is not realistic.

After all, for the Spirit of Fire to grow, it must devour enough strange flames.

And the strange flame is very difficult to find.

This road is too long to rush!

……

When Deng Jiuling treated Luda and took out the Netherworld Cold Fire.

In a certain Dalin Temple, the top of the misty mountain.

A towering and powerful man suddenly came out of retreat and opened his eyes.

Bang!

The strong man's void slapped down with a palm, and the earth instantly cracked like a spider's web, turning into a flutter at any time.

A faint flame emerged in the palm of the strongman's hand.

"How can this be reasonable, the flames that have accumulated for many years in this seat have actually been stolen?"

Anger!

In an instant, on the face of the strong man, a monstrous angry look appeared.

However!

The next moment, the strong man was shocked, and the fierce aura in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"A hundred years of accumulation, but it's gone?"

Licentious!

Bang!

The flames fell in the hands of the strong, and the hall collapsed in an instant, turning into a piece of ice.

"Bing, investigate this matter immediately, if there is no result within three days, bring your head to see you!"

Roar!

The strong man roared angrily, and a secret word poured into a talisman seal, and then threw it out of the palace casually.

At the gate of the palace, a disciple immediately picked up the talisman seal, went all the way down the mountain, and went into the distance.

About half an hour later, this disciple was already in the seventh mountain.

This disciple was very low-key, wearing the clothes of an ordinary handyman, and he was not noticeable at all.

But his light skills were very clever, and after only a few years, he stepped into the alchemy hall.

Familiar with the road, came to the gate of the palace.

The disciple pressed the talisman seal to an inconspicuous corner, and then blew the jade xiao.

Soon, a disciple came in a hurry, picked up the talisman, and left.

During the whole process, neither of the two disciples saw each other nor said a word.

Hiding behind a big rock, seeing that the talisman seal was taken away, the disciple turned into an afterimage and floated away.

On that day, in the Alchemy Hall, the name of the disciple did not appear on the registration roster of the visitor.

Even how that disciple stepped into the forbidden land of the Alchemy Hall, no one knew.

Soon, a talisman appeared in the hands of an elder dressed in white with cold eyes.

"Bing, investigate this matter immediately, if there is no result within three days, bring your head to see you!"

Crushing the talisman seal, this strong man's roar echoed in the ears of the white-clothed elder in an instant.

"The master is so angry, it seems that something has happened to the Holy Fire. ”

The white-clothed elder frowned, his face hideous.

"Come on, immediately investigate what happened in the seventy-two mountains of Dalin Temple in the past two days!"

The white-clothed elder roared angrily.

The sound is like thunder, shocking the nine skies!

As the words fell, the disciples of the Alchemy Hall scattered like a tide and headed for the Seventy-two Great Mountains respectively.

Because of the particularity of the Alchemy Hall, and its independence.

Therefore, the alchemy hall is among the seventy-two halls.

is a neutral cousin and participates in killing.

The healing medicine of the Alchemy Hall is also very popular, and it sells well in seventy-two halls.

Even the miscellaneous servants of the Seventy-Two Mountains would take cheap versions of healing pills.

Under this background, the hall masters of the seventy-two mountains were very face-saving to the white-clothed elders.

At sunset, within these two days.

Even in the last few days, there have been events in the Seventy-Two Mountains.

It's all gathered in front of the white-clothed elder.

"A bunch of waste, let you collect big events, you have collected hundreds of thousands of records, what do I think?"

Looking at the table, there is a mountain of questionnaires.

The white-clothed elder was furious.

"My lord, there have been a lot of big events recently, but the biggest one is the change of ownership of the seventh mountain. ”

The disciple was cautious and said in a trembling voice.

"You mean Wang Lun, who was killed?"

Hearing this, the white-clothed elder frowned, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Wang Lun, a handsome and elegant scholar, naturally remembered by the elder in white.

Twenty years ago, when Wang Lun was still a handsome guy.

Not long after he joined the sect, he won the appreciation of the white-clothed elders.

Even on a night when the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Taking advantage of the wine, the white-clothed elder forcibly pushed down Wang Lun......

It was a beautiful night.

Even today, when I think about it, the elder in white is still smiling.

It's just that!

In the eyes of the white-clothed elder, Wang Lun was just a plaything, nothing more.

The elder in white is the person who is the "master".

Their faction, lurking in the Dalin Temple, is burdened with a secret mission......