The situation and mood of Yue Qimei and Wen Yiming, Ling Yaohe was clear, but he couldn't help. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zi Lihuo has already fused with Yue Qimei, if he wants to control Zi Lihuo, unless he forcibly extracts it from Yue Qimei's body, the outcome will be even worse. The automatic detachment of the purple fire will not cause damage to Yue Qimei, and it only needs to be cultivated for a period of time to recover, but in the future, there will be a lot less advantages in alchemy, and at most, it will take a lot of energy and time to let Yue Qimei reabsorb a kind of spiritual flame in the inventory.

Relatively speaking, Wen Yiming's situation is much better than that of Yue Qimei. In Ling Yaohe's opinion, it is a big deal that this blade transformation failed, and there will be opportunities in the future, after all, there is more than one alchemist with a spiritual flame in the Alchemy Guild.

Ling Yaohe hadn't thought about taking over Wen Yiming's forging, but when he released his spiritual power manipulation technique to seize control of Wen Yiming, he found that his spiritual power cultivated as a god of war couldn't reach the blade in the purple mist.

At the same time, an invisible force was repelling his spiritual power, although it could not cause harm to his spiritual power, but he clearly felt the unkind aura in it.

At this moment, he knew that there was nothing he could do, and it was up to God to decide which step the two of them could do. If he forcibly asked Wen Yiming to stop casting, perhaps the uncontrolled Ziyan would make it even more difficult for Yue Qimei to control.

In less than two minutes, Wen Yiming was already soaking wet, he had released his spiritual power with all his strength, and the selfless mind method in his body was running without reservation, frantically controlling Ziyan to accelerate his transformation.

Yue Qimei was even worse, the ends of her hair were dripping with sweat, and her lips were already slightly pale, which was particularly eye-catching in her red face.

She knew that she couldn't hold on for long, and the tricks she played with the mental control were already messy, but Zi Lihuo didn't have the slightest chance of being withdrawn.

It's over! Yue Qimei had a trace of anger in her heart, gritting her silver teeth stubbornly, the blood oozing from her gums almost made her unable to control her reason, and her trembling delicate body pulled the already messy trick into mistakes one after another.

'Poof!'

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yue Qimei's eyes were bloodshot, and under the intense consumption of mental power and mind, coupled with the pressure from the bottom of her heart and deep unwillingness, she continued to make mistakes in the formula, causing her internal breath to be chaotic, and at the same time as a mouthful of blood spurted out, she lost consciousness as soon as her eyes went black.

As her body slumped, her entire cheek was filled with pain and loss. Because in the last moment of consciousness, she felt that the space of the Sea of Flames had been empty and empty, and the purple fire finally left her.

Ling Yaohe's face was extremely complicated, and he took a diagonal step to support Yue Qimei, and at the same time transmitted a voice to Wen Yiming, "Zi Lihuo has gotten out of control, you have a connection with the blade, try to control it and continue to cast, and buy more time." ”

At this point, Ling Yaohe also regretted it very much in his heart, he didn't know that this would happen, he had never been exposed to this kind of bizarre thing in any record, but he still couldn't avoid his guilt for Yue Qimei.

Although Yue Qimei is Jiang Xuan's disciple, most of the teachings are his guidance, and he knows very well that this incident will have a big blow to Yue Qimei. The spirit flame automatically abandons the master, and it is difficult for anyone to bear it, which almost means that the heaven and earth spirits do not recognize, and it is almost a humiliation for the parties concerned, and it is easy for people to lose their self-confidence and never recover!

At this time, Wen Yiming's mood was equally complicated, and he didn't want to do anything in this situation, but he didn't have time to think about it now, forcibly eliminated all negative emotions, and concentrated on manipulating Ziyan's transformation.

The moment Yue Qimei fainted, he felt that a violent aura was disturbing his connection with Ziyan.

Wen Yiming's pressure increased greatly, and when he felt that Ziyan's connection with himself was getting weaker and weaker, his spiritual power instantly absorbed the focus mother's body, and he poured it into the purple mist without hesitation.

"Uhh

Wen Yiming's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in pain.

A soul-burning pain instantly stimulated his perception, if it weren't for Zi Yan still keeping in touch with him, protecting his spiritual points with the purple mist that diffused, he knew that the uncontrolled Zili Fire would ruthlessly incinerate his spiritual power.

The intense pain almost dissipated his concentration, and he forced himself to lift the true yuan and constantly stimulate it on several awakening acupoints in order to stay awake.

Mind and mind control Zi Yan's transformation and shaping do not require him to make any physical movements, but the ownerless and riotous Zi Lihuo needs him to control.

Clenching his teeth, Wen Yiming recklessly conveyed his spiritual power, and at the same time poured out part of his spiritual power from Zhenyuan, and quickly played the fire control technique taught by Ling Yaohe.

In less than five minutes, Wen Yiming's eyes were already full of redness, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and with his strong spiritual power and strong true yuan, he couldn't withstand the consumption of Zilihuo.

"If you can't hold on, give up!Let the purple fire and the blade fuse!" Ling Yaohe saw that Wen Yiming couldn't support it for long, and in less than ten minutes at most, the true yuan and spiritual power would be lacking.

Wen Yiming stared at Ziyan in the forge with a dead end, he didn't want to give up, once the two were automatically fused, this casting transformation would come to an end, and this burning stick artifact would be with him for a long time, even for a lifetime.

Because of this mutation, no one can predict whether it will appear again in the next casting, even if he is ashamed, with his current mentality, he does not dare to try to transform again.

In Wen Yiming's heart, he had secretly decided that no matter what form he transformed into this time, the next casting would have to wait until the Spirit of Heavenly Books woke up and made all the situation clear.

Feeling that his spiritual power and true yuan were less than thirty percent, Wen Yiming gritted his teeth, and a trace of perseverance flashed in his red eyes.

'Bang!'

The spirit ruin space exploded, and a drop of essence blood exploded in an instant.

The mental power was still enough to maintain a trace of contact with Zi Yan, and he had to do his best to control Zi Lihuo and return to normal.

A resolute aura emanated from Wen Yiming's body, focusing on recovering to his best state in an instant, Wen Yiming naturally put aside Ling Yaohe's fire control technique.

With the improvement brought about by the method of sacrifice, Wen Yiming interspersed a series of supreme soft techniques in the fire control technique.

He thought of one thing, with his knowledge of Zili Huo, the ownerless and uncontrolled Zili Fire was not good, resulting in a chaotic chaos between the mild outer flame and the blazing inner flame, causing it to riot blindly.

At this point, the only way to overcome rigidity is to overcome rigidity with softness!

He had to give it a last-minute try!

Wen Yiming's hand trick is like flying, and with the blessing of concentration and sacrifice, he brings up pieces of afterimage.

With the passage of time, the fire control technique has completely departed from the traditional route, and Wen Yiming is playing the trick completely by feeling, without a trace of deliberate force.

This feeling is like playing QQ dazzling dance, to a certain extent, the fingers on the keyboard are purely instinctively tapping, and it is impossible to see the arrow cursor on the screen at all, which is a dazzling feeling.

At this time, Yue Qimei had already regained consciousness under the input of Ling Yaohe's pure vitality.

The two watched Wen Yiming sit cross-legged on the ground, his hands changing rapidly in the snow, and glanced at each other, both of them seeing the horror and affirmation in each other's eyes.

Ling Yaohe continued to input vitality into Yue Qimei's body, and forcibly controlled the trembling tone and said, "He is Skywalker!"