Hot.

unimaginable heat.

When Li Chuyi was awakened again, his heart was full of sorrow.

Still trapped in this place, still not dead.

He felt like a pork chop that had been thrown into boiling oil and covered with a lid and forgotten about him. Even if he was scorched into charcoal and crushed into black scum in the boiling oil, no one came to look at him from beginning to end, not only that, but his soul was also sealed, and he couldn't escape or disperse, so he could only continue to suffer in this pot of boiling oil day after day.

He didn't know if he was dead or alive, but that didn't stop him from getting angry.

I can't feel it in my body, but I can taste the burning pain without a trace, isn't this bullying?

In the past, I often heard people curse words such as "you will not be able to live in peace" and "let you never recover", and he himself has scolded, and he also knows that there is a hell in myths and legends about the underworld, saying that there are eighteen layers of hell, and the name of one layer is called boiling oil hell, which seems to be the ninth layer.

Of course, these were all whimsical thoughts in the midst of suffering, and he knew exactly where he was.

The holy land of the dragon clan, the eternal dragon mound, he was in the belly of the dragon where the real dragon was relict, and he had talked to the remnant soul of the old dragon before, and in the end, he was almost choked to death by the bad problem of not speaking half of the other party.

He didn't know how long he had been trapped, how long he had been in a coma after that conversation, the heat here made his soul feel like he was boiling, it was good to be able to think nonsense, his heart couldn't calm down at all, he had no concept of time for a long time.

Thinking of his soul that was about to boil, Li Chuyi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The Origin Primordial Soul is indeed strong enough, such a burning method does not have a falling shelf, and the soul of an ordinary person has long been scattered, and he can still preserve his consciousness thanks to the miracle of the Origin Primordial Soul.

But he would rather lose his soul than continue to suffer.

He is not the monkey that the Taoist priest said, he was hardened into a pair of fiery eyes in the Dan furnace of an old fairy; he is not the little kid named Nezha that the Taoist priest said.

He is Li Chuyi, an ordinary little monk, afraid of death, pain, and loneliness, who likes the result of success but does not like the painful process before success. What's more, he may not be on the road to success now, where the future will go, and where the end is, he doesn't know at all, and he can't see it at all.

Now he is a poor pork cutlet, left here to suffer repeatedly, living like this.

"The stinky Taoist priest said that I am an immortal person, and I now understand what is going on!"

laughed at himself, Li Chuyi couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

Originally, I had been guessing what my fate would be, I thought about finding an old forest cat in the deep mountains to get up and not toss blindly with my master and master, and I also thought about going to the Heavenly Dao and then being refined to death by the three uncles and ancestors, and occasionally fantasized that if I really killed the three uncles and ancestors, I would leave this world created by the yin and yang buckles to live a truly free life, but now it seems that this golden-red world is his ultimate destination.

Well?

Wait a minute...

Golden-red?

Li Chu was excited, and subconsciously blinked and looked around.

Can you see it?

Not only can I see, but I don't know when the sensation of my body has recovered.

I struggled to arch my body and wanted to look at my body, but the golden red in front of me blocked my vision, and I wanted to urge the Yin Yang Dao Eye, but my eyes didn't react at all, and I couldn't see anything clearly after biting my teeth for a long time.

After only a few movements, the feeling of detachment filled his whole body, and his eyelids sank and he wanted to fall asleep again.

He shook his head vigorously, wanting to bite the tip of his tongue to stimulate but didn't feel pain, and in desperation, he could only desperately turn his brain, recalling the old things that had greatly stimulated him in the past.

He remembered the difference with the Taoist priest, remembered the scenes in Mobei, and when he thought of Yu Yao's rejection of him on Taixu Peak, his brain was shocked, and he suddenly sobered up a lot, and he just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but his thoughts somehow drifted back to Mobei and drifted back to the maze on the first floor of Xuanbing Cold Prison.

Xuan Bingzhong woke up in a daze, the grapes in his mouth, the snow white in front of him, and the bright eyes of the eldest lady mixed with shame and anger, these pictures that he had deliberately forgotten for a long time somehow churned up again, and they were extremely clear. Li Chuyi's brain buzzed and completely sobered up, and an evil fire in his body that was hotter than the golden red outside suddenly jumped up.

"Damn, this is a big irritation!"

Trying to adjust his breathing, it took a long time to suppress the evil fire, Li Chuyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly buried those pictures again.

Fortunately, the brain is your own, and the thoughts are only known to you. This matter is going to be known by the eldest lady, so the heart fire in her hand is estimated to be swallowed by herself.

After such a toss, Li Chuyi found that he didn't seem to be so hot, and he was much more comfortable controlling his body.

He waved his hand and stirred it casually a few times, and the blocking feeling of his arm and the stickiness of his fingertips let him know that the golden red in front of him was not the light he thought it was, but some kind of liquid. Combined with the place where he was, he suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart.

Blood?

Or the stomach?

Or... It can't be intestines, right?

God, grandpa, but it's the first two, and the smell is better than the smell. Although the intestines of the real dragon are also expensive, but the intestines are the intestines, if you go out in the future and let people know that the master has been soaking in the dragon's intestines for so long, then you can't laugh to death?

Thinking that his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were filled with this kind of thing, and the same was true in his body, the heavy feeling of fullness in his stomach made him nauseous, and his stomach twitched and wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit anything, so he could only retch.

After retching a few times, Li Chu wiped his mouth and stopped.

It's already like this, it makes no difference whether you vomit or not, it's only right to think about getting yourself out first.

Gathering his strength, he casually found a direction and swam forward. Neither the mana nor Dogen in his body could be felt, and swimming was the only method he could use.

I don't know if it's getting used to it or if it's moving, he swims for a while and finds that the dazzling golden red around him is fading a little bit. The burning heat on his body gradually faded, and although it was still very hot, it was like a cool summer breeze compared to before.

Feeling refreshed, Li Chuyi was in a good mood, and his limbs were more energetic.

But as he swam away, he suddenly stared at his hands and looked at his hands fixedly.

The gloom of the golden red made his vision clearer and clearer, and he found that there was a faint gray line secreting from his hand. Not only the hands, but also looking up along the hands, his arms, chest, and even the whole body were all filled with a trace of gray lines, and the hair was all over the body, and the whole person looked like a short-thorned sea urchin.

"Damn, what's it?!"

The little fat man was startled, and subconsciously reached out to rub it, but it was empty.

Those thin gray lines that look like hair, are actually some kind of breath, and have no substance at all.

Li Chuyi looked carefully for a while, and his heart was shocked and he screamed.

"Dead air?!"

That's right, it's dead air.

The dead qi that had been dormant in the body in the past was now forced out by the golden-red liquid here, and once it emerged from the body, it was annihilated by the majestic vitality in the liquid. At the same time, these golden-red liquids were constantly penetrating into his body, soaking into every inch of his body's meridians and flesh, as if he was vowing to force all the dead qi away.

"It's a good thing! I'll go to his Taoist priest's, can the master be able to refine the pill in the future?!"

Li Chuyi was overjoyed, the previous nausea disappeared, and the golden-red liquid around him was so cute and amiable in his eyes at the moment.

The death qi in his body entangled him since he was a child, although it did not endanger his life, but it caused him a lot of trouble.

Not to mention the dried corpse that has been squeezed out of life, he can't stand it just because he can't do alchemy.

What a good way to make money, the master is so smart, a little hard work is definitely a Dan Dao power over time, and the level of the old man of the hundred tribulations has to be respectful when he sees the master!

It's a pity that the Tao has, but it has nothing to do with him.

The death qi in the body makes the flesh instinctively devour the vitality, especially those who are pure and unguarded by the will, and he can't restrain the attraction to the body, so he can't be depressed.

But today, God finally favored him. I thought that I would die for the eternal dragon mound, who would have thought that there would be such an opportunity!

Even if he didn't know how to heal, he could see that the liquid here was not only helping him purify his dead qi, but also helping him purify the root of his disease.

As long as he can get rid of the root of the dead qi, then he will be a really normal person in the future, and alchemy and the like are absolutely not a problem.

"Even if this is really a large intestine, even if you are really dragon dung, as long as you can cure the master's disease, the master will admit it!"

With a howl, the little fat man's big mouth began to devour the surrounding liquid desperately.

In fact, he didn't do much to do this, his body absorbed it much faster than he swallowed a few bites, but he couldn't let himself be idle. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to do everything he could to seize it.

swallowed like a toad, but Li Chuyi's heart gradually cooled down.

The dead qi in the body is indeed being purified, but the new dead qi has been constantly coming out, and no matter how the golden red liquid is purified, it cannot be purified.

Root, not found.

Looking at his whole body, every part of his body was soaked with majestic vitality, even Zhihai, and he couldn't understand where the root could be hidden.

It stands to reason that in his current state, even a dead man can be saved, but the dead qi is still born in a steady stream, and it appears out of thin air. This made him wonder if there was a yellow spring eye on him, otherwise how could the death qi be so endless?

It's really a wildfire that can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Fortunately, the wildfires did not burn out the roots, but they suppressed the momentum.

Although the dead qi in the body is still being generated, the speed and quantity have been greatly reduced, and it seems that it is only stubbornly resisting.

Until his body was empty, the liquid that enveloped him disappeared, and the dead air in his body shrank his head and hid his form. This round of life and death battles that lasted for an unknown amount of time can be described as both defeats, the thick vitality in the liquid tried its best to completely drown the dead qi, and the dead qi also exhausted the strength, and even Li Chuyi tentatively stagnated the operation of the exercises without showing his head.

Li Chuyi, who fell to the ground at some point, opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment.

The body regained control, and the mana and Dao Yuan in his body were many times stronger than before, and he could feel how terrifying his cultivation had skyrocketed, but his mood did not improve at all.

What about cultivating high?

The roots of death are still there.