PS: The update starts today, hehe, I've been waiting for a long time!!

When Mu Jun's divine consciousness withdrew from the sea of consciousness, he habitually extended out to observe everything around him, but he encountered obstacles two feet away, and his divine consciousness wanted to force it, but it was like falling into a quagmire, and his divine consciousness instinctively retreated. And in these few breaths, Mu Jun found that his whole body was still imprisoned, and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was swaying red seaweed.

Seaweed? Could it be that he floated into the sea from that hot prison......? Why don't you feel the water? Mu Jun rolled his eyes, and thought to himself, fortunately, his eyes can still move. Staring at the red seaweed below, Mu Jun felt more and more that the seaweed was very strange, and after a few breaths, he realized what kind of seaweed it was, obviously a cluster of flames.

Secretly exhaled, it turned out that he was still in the hot prison, but why couldn't he feel the heat before? At this moment, Mu Jun realized a little hindsight that he was facing down, and slowly floating forward. But I heard the sound of my heartbeat in my ears, yes, my own heartbeat! Since the foundation was built, I have only heard the sound of it beating when I meditate and my consciousness travels to my heart, and at this time, if I can hear it, how can I not surprise Mu Jun?

After floating face down in the dark world for a few days, his eyes stared at the blood-like flames three feet below him, and his divine consciousness rummaged for the memory ball in the sea of consciousness, and finally found a memory ball that recorded the remnants of the innate spiritual fire in the corner, but he had to say a few words: blood flame, face like blood, innate wisdom, a hundred years can be transformed, mostly male, impermanence, nowhere to be found.

Blood Flame, Innate Spiritual Fire, Mu Jun stared at the flames that were swaying back and forth like algae under him, suppressing the inexplicable urge in his heart to touch it with his hands. Thinking of the giant young fire dragon when he first entered the Flame Prison, and the power of touching away the Xuan Ghost Seed that only heard its voice and did not see it, I secretly thought that that person could not be transformed by blood flames?

No matter how many thoughts turn in Mu Jun's heart. Time passed slowly, unable to break the confinement, Mu Jun retracted into the sea of consciousness, sat cross-legged in front of the nine 'life' runes, and his divine sense wrote one hundred and eight 'wood' runes over and over again, and each time he wrote a pair of wooden runes, he would fly into the air into the 'life' runes of the foundation.

When Mu Jun finished writing one hundred and eight wooden runes for the ninth time. The pale golden foundation building 'life' rune edges highlight a faint pale color. At the same moment, if the wind blows in the lower dantian, a slight ripple is stirred, and a subtle pale spiritual power swims through the spiritual veins of the whole body like lightning, and Mu Jun only feels a slight coolness. It was too late to catch it, and it was lost. But Mu Jun had a little understanding of her cultivation method, she grasped this thread, and repeatedly used her divine sense to write one hundred and eight wooden runes.

Time is like a streamer. It's lost in a blink of an eye. When the edge of the living rune was as pale as green, Mu Jun pinched his fingers and counted that a year and three months had passed, but one was only a year old, and time was really useless for cultivators. However, the harvest is not shallow, every time the wooden rune is written, every nine o'clock, a trace of wood spirit vitality will be condensed in the lower dantian, which can independently travel the spiritual veins of the whole body to purify the spiritual power, and finally stored in the middle dantian. What surprised Mu Jun the most was that. The cultivation of the divine consciousness has always been a relatively difficult problem for human cultivation to overcome. Mu Jun couldn't hide her joy at this unexpected gain, and let her mobilize all her energy to copy the wooden runes.

While Mu Jun was meditating, in the sea of fire outside her, which seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, a red figure came dancing on the flames, and his face could not be seen clearly in the red smoke. Behind him, the flames of a mischievous child climbed onto his robe, transforming into runes and connecting into a rune array on the hem of his clothes, and as the flames around him slowly gathered and hooked, a huge mantle seemed to be dragging behind him.

A long golden shadow shuttled back and forth in the flame rune array, like a shuttle in the hand of the weaver girl, but in just ten breaths, the huge sea of fire was woven into a rune array robe. The rune brilliance flowed, and in a moment, it transformed into a fiery red wide-sleeved robe, covered with a red figure. The golden shadow flew up the man's shoulder to show his figure, and if Mu Jun was here, he would definitely recognize this golden shadow, which was a miniature version of the giant young dragon he saw when he came in that day.

But in just a moment, the boundless sea of fire disappeared, and the red figure stopped, lifted the red wide sleeve of his left hand, took a closer look, and said slowly: "It's chic!" If Mu Jun could hear this, he would be able to distinguish that the voice was the power of the person who only heard the sound and did not see it.

The red figure flashed, and then stood beside Mu Jun, turning his head to look at Mu Jun face down for a few breaths. The red mist around him dissipated, revealing a slightly strange face, red eyes, red eyebrows, and long red hair, which may not be called red hair, but it was clearly a wisp of flame. Stretching out his hand a little, Mu Jun's body turned over, revealing his face, if there were others at this time, he would definitely find that the faces of the two were nine points similar.

One hand picked up a strand of long hair on Mu Jun's side, and rubbed his fingers lightly, and found that the hair was actually a root, so fine and soft, and a fragrant fragrance could be smelled between the wings of his nose. As soon as the powerful divine thought turned behind him, the flame long hair slowly turned black from the root of the hair, and after two breaths, it was like Mu Jun's long hair, dark, thick and soft, but there was no fragrant fragrance.

Fingers brushed Mu Jun's eyebrows, and he said softly: "Xiaohuo, will she be happy to see me?"

The little dragon standing on his shoulder scratched his little head and thought for a while, shook his head, stretched out his paw and scratched Mu Jun's cheek, and turned his head to look at the powerful face: "She is better looking than you!" suddenly a child's voice.

"She's a woman, I'm a man. Da Neng tapped Mu Jun's eyebrows, and in the next breath, he saw a pair of black eyes open quickly, staring at him coldly. The little dragon standing on his shoulders shrank and subconsciously put his two paws behind his back, like a child who had done something wrong.

"What's your name?" Da Neng stared at those dark eyes, a hint of surprise.

Mu Jun blinked, and found that the confinement on his body was gone, his figure flashed, standing two feet away, staring at the man opposite, how did he feel a little familiar, carefully searched for his memory, but did not find the slightest impression.

"Aren't we very similar!" Da Neng smiled slightly, with the innocence of a child, and his face could not be concealed with pride.

Mu Jun was stunned, waved her hand, and a mirror appeared on her side, looking at herself in the mirror, and then at the man opposite, she slowly opened her eyes, and her heart roared: Not to mention the image, they are identical twins at all. Could it be that this is the Avatar?

"Isn't this more like?" Da Neng's eyes blinked, his red eyes turned into black eyes, and his eyebrows turned black, if it weren't for his height and figure, he could see that he was a man at a glance, and that face was a copy of Mu Jun at all.

After Mu Jun's thoughts rolled, he looked around, but there was not a trace of flames. With a turn of his eyes, he stared at the little golden dragon on the man's shoulder for a few breaths, ruling out all possibilities: "You are the Spirit of Blood Flame?"

"Oh, do you recognize me?" Da Neng was a little surprised, and approached Mu Jun, unable to hide a smile on his face: "Lonely, my name, what is your name?"

"Mu Jun," Mu Jun turned his gaze and looked at that face very strangely.

"Mu Jun?" Da Neng repeated the name, and suddenly raised a smile: "Mu Lonely, I will be called Mu Lone in the future, okay?"

"Why?" Mu Jun frowned slightly, this guy is not his spiritual pet, why should he take his surname?

"I was born through your hard work, and naturally I am of the same blood as you, and it is natural to use your surname. Da Neng looked serious, as if it meant something extraordinary to him.

Mu Jun remembered that his lips were bitten that day, and he never thought that his heart blood was taken privately, and he didn't even notice that this world was the way!

"Whatever you want. Mu Jun looked at that face, and his brows tightened more and more: "You are a man, this face is too feminine, why don't you change it a little?"

"Really?" Mu Lonely raised his hand and touched his face, a little uncertain: "How to change?"

Mu Jun watched him touch his cheeks, subconsciously scratched his cheeks, his mind moved, he took out a paintbrush and paper from the storage bag, and quickly sketched out the image of a man in his mind, and drew with a stroke. Mu Lao quietly stood to Mu Jun's side, staring at Mu Jun sketching a man's face on the paper, with the brush, Mu Lao found that the face of the portrait seemed to break the paper, his heart moved, and his eyebrows changed to the face on the painting.

Mu Jun stopped writing, his eyes fell on Mu Lone's face, nodded with satisfaction, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, finally not having to see his face grow on others, it was really terrifying. In fact, if you take a closer look, you will find that the two are still five or six points similar, but the eyebrows are as black and slender as a sword, the nose is taller than your own, and the face shape is a little more resolute.

"This face is very much in line with my heart!" Mu Lonely waved his hand in the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction: "In this way, we are like brother and sister." ”

"The transformation of the Blood Flame Clan requires people to cultivate their hearts and minds?" Mu Jun put away his painting tools, rolled up the portrait and prepared to put it away, but Mu Jun reached out and fished it out, and Mu Jun didn't care.

Mu Lone's hand paused slightly, then put away the picture scroll, reached out and touched the little dragon who rubbed his cheek on his shoulder, looked at the dark void with his eyes, and sighed slightly: "Not really, I'm just an exception." His gaze fell on Mu Jun's face: "Ten thousand years ago, I came out of the Desolate Flame Clan to look for an opportunity, but I met a demon cultivator who wanted to subdue me, and when I was hiding, I inadvertently escaped into the space-time rift, and I was teleported here. Huang Yan is not in the Six Realms, I am an out-of-world being, and I can't comprehend the Heavenly Dao after practicing here for a long time. He found a method in the inheritance, obtained a drop of the heart's blood of the creatures in this realm, and implicated the cause and effect of the six realms. ”

"Desolate Flame?Clan?I thought that the spiritual fire of heaven and earth was born alone, and there were still clansmen!" Mu Jun secretly said to himself, he had only heard of the extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Realm, but he didn't know that there was still Desolate Yan, and he didn't know how vast the world would be, so he could only wait until he became an immortal and became a god before he could go to find out, and he didn't know if he had such a day.

"Since it is an innate spirit, it will have a root, but most of the clan lands are outside the territory, and there are very few of them in the six realms, which will make you feel that the innate spirits are all lonely things. Mu Lonely shook his head and chuckled.

"I've been taught!" Mu Jun nodded in agreement with Mu Lonely's words, and his divine sense quickly carved these messages in the sea of knowledge, and then returned to the Yunhua Sect to engrave the jade slips, and sent them to the Library Pavilion to get a few hundred contribution points! )