As if in response to the left night, the fire spirit born of the flames spread its red golden wings and let out a crow-like cry. Zuo Ye raised two fingers, and the dao pattern floated and appeared, evolving into a chain of gods swirling around the body.

Go!

Zuo Ye flicked his fingers, the halberd pointed at the fire spirit, and the divine chain was guided, like a spirit snake coming out of a hole to attack the flames. Not to be outdone, the fire spirit opened and closed its wings and shot countless flames like meteorites.

The chain and the flames collided in mid-air, bursting with brilliant sparks. Zuo Ye dodged the falling flames, but the flames were as dense as jade, and he saw that with a swipe of his left hand, it was the Dao Scroll Peerless Defense Secret Technique-Chaos Circle.

The round shield that swallowed the glimmer of light resisted countless fire rains for him, and Zuo Ye took the opportunity to transform the Shura Blood Sword with his mind, and jumped into the air, as fast as aurora lightning, and the sword fell in his hand, slashing down the sky.

The unparalleled sword qi ignores the laws of the Great Dao, and slashes all the time, even though the fire spirit is powerful, it can only drink hatred in the face of such a slash.

Phew!

With a terrible cry, the sword slashed at the right wing of the fire spirit, countless fire feathers scattered, and a tent of viscous magma-like liquid burst out with blazing flames. Zuo Ye didn't have time to dodge, and the magma was infected with the incarnation of consciousness, and a sharp pain from the depths of the sea of consciousness made him almost collapse. In the temple, when he was injured, the corners of the mouth of the deity sitting cross-legged on the futon were also bleeding.

Zuo Ye gave up the Blood Sword, jumped backwards, and landed a few times in the void, avoiding the attack of the Berserk Fire Spirit. The place where the magma was burned had some very strange lines, and Zuo Ye had no time to take care of it, and his hands were sealed, which caused the resonance of the ancient beast god.

"Beast God Seal"

Zuo Ye buckled down with a single palm, and the runes in his palm erupted with extreme divine light, and countless formations burst out from his palm to form a summoning formation.

The Raccoon is a descendant of the ancient dragon and is in charge of suppression, so the true power of the Raccoon Seal is the ban. In the past, when the Seal was cast, Zuo Ye could only spread the seal in his palm, not to mention the limited power, and he had to touch the enemy to initiate the seal. Now that his strength has risen greatly, he can perform the second stage of the Seal of the Fox.

"Hell!"

When the light was at its peak, an ancient huge portal appeared within the formation, and a beast god was entrenched and suppressed, and the pale golden vertical pupils were majestic. Zuo Ye hid behind the portal, and the seal was activated, and the mana of his whole body was infused into the gate of the fox. With a creaking sound, the old and ancient portal slowly opened, and the cold wind flowing from the crack in the door made Zuo Ye mistakenly think that he had opened the legendary ghost door, and what was released was countless ghosts and ghosts.

As the mana in his body trickled down into the Gate of the Fox, the Hellside only opened two palm-wide gaps. It seems that in order to fully exert the power of the Fierce Hell, at least Zuo Ye's current strength is nearly a hundred times greater.

The pale-faced Zuo Ye sat down on the ground, and at this moment, the Fierce Prison was activated at the same time, and he saw an even more violent wind surging out from the depths of the portal, and the icy chill was enough to freeze all the flames in the world.

The fire spirit was threatened, and he cried repeatedly. But even though it is a unique spirit of flame, it is still insignificant in front of the beast god.

Countless rune-stained hands stretched out from the Hell, crossing the boundaries of time and space, tearing through the blazing flames and drowning the fire spirit in a thousand hands. The fire spirit was about to make a final struggle, and the fierce flames burst out from between the fingers, and even some of the handprints had melted into magma, constantly peeling off and falling.

Harvest!

Seeing that the Thousand Hands Suppression had the upper hand, Zuo Ye's two hands were sealed to control the Fierce Prison to close, and the Thousand Hands retracted to drag the fire spirit into the Fierce Prison. The fire spirit had a premonition, and constantly sent out a fire explosion to shatter the suppression of a thousand hands, but even if it broke a gap, it would be covered by other palms in an instant.

In the end, the fire spirit seemed to accept its fate, and only let out a mournful wail, and dragged it into the portal with a thousand hands. The left night's handprint changed, and the Fierce Prison slowly closed, and finally disappeared into the summoning formation.

Ambush the fire spirit, and the left night of the incarnation of the mind closes his eyes. In the temple, Zuo Ye, who was sitting on a futon, suddenly opened his eyes, and a brilliant fire ignited from the sea of qi in his body, flowing through the limbs and hundreds of remains, shining all over the body, opening the mysteries and stimulating spiritual energy.

In an instant, the flame and the left night fused perfectly, and they became one.

Zuo Ye only felt that the boiling hot energy emanated from every pore of his body, and every breath was accompanied by sporadic flames, and his body temperature at this moment was enough to melt the ordinary Spirit Iron Treasure Gold.

The pillar of wind raged even more, pulling at the tattered clothes of the left night. Zuo Ye's hands were stretched, and the pupils in his eyes were refined into golden light particles, like a burning star, swallowing a fiery breath.

Zuo Ye suppressed it for a long time, and in the end, he really couldn't resist the continuous surging flame energy.

With a wild roar, Zuo Ye was engulfed in flames in an instant, and a flame that burned several feet high was like an ancient flame demon, tyrannical and terrifying.

In the midst of the flames, a figure did not move like a mountain, and several fire dragons roamed around him, but they did not hurt him in the slightest. Zuo Ye had been relieved from the initial pain, and he was like a fish in water surrounded by flames, and he felt a tacit understanding of the heart and soul quietly deriving.

"Billions of flames are feathers, spiritual thoughts are weaving, the gift of the fire god, there is no match here - "fire god""

The molten golden pupils flowed with strange light, Zuo Ye bit his finger and dripped the essence blood on the four contracts, and the cry of the golden crow sounded in his ears again, and the flame giant who was several feet tall gradually shrank in the roar, and finally attached to Zuo Ye's body, the golden flames rose endlessly, setting off Zuo Ye like a golden god.

A warm breath of fire spirit followed the blood veins in his limbs, and Zuo Ye took a deep breath, feeling a sense of ease and comfort that he had never felt before.

The contract is completed, and it is imprinted within the heavens and all the paths, and even if the chaotic power appears, it cannot be destroyed and changed.

The corners of the clothes turned into flames hunted in the strong wind, and Zuo Ye looked curiously at the strange robe made of flames on his body, which looked like it was made of gold, but the material was not gold or jade, and it was easy to open up the heavens and thousands of fires, even if he was in the infinite fire domain, he could not be hurt.

"I didn't expect that there was a fire treasure in the inheritance." As soon as his mind moved, the flames gradually faded and turned into a slightly shabby white coat, with red lines intertwined on the cuffs and corners.

As the demon hunt gradually entered the white heat, Zuo Ye was no longer the childish man who was sad and angry, and only knew how to forbear, a few experiences had already made him have a background that was not weaker than that of ordinary sects, and his mental means even the old guys who had practiced for hundreds of years were afraid, if he was released back to Dongshenzhou at this time, it would be the beginning of a bloody storm.

Dressed in a robe, Zuo Ye's clear eyes are mixed with the vicissitudes of the world after several vicissitudes of life.

"It's not enough...... It's not ......."

Zuo Ye, who was sitting on the futon, muttered to himself, the wind pillar had dispersed, the mission of this futon had been completed, and Zuo Ye had no intention of coveting the inheritance represented by the other two futons.

As he got up to leave the temple, the thoughts that had guided him again came.

"Choose!"

"Choice? And also? Zuo Ye hesitated a little, wondering if this was a test for the spirit of the temple, greed was the original sin of human nature, and it was an incurable poison for monks. Zuo Ye didn't dare to gamble, but the spirit of the temple refused to let him go.

Looking at the two pillars of wind swirling on the wooden couch and the vague figure, Zuo Ye's heart was ruthless, and he stood on the side of the futon on the left, took a deep breath and sat on it.

Suddenly, the wind pillar soared, and one after another the wind turned into a sickle blade to cut the void, and in the temple, except for the top of the temple and the twelve divine pillars, there were traces of being cut by the wind blade.

I saw Zuo Ye's long hair fluttering, gradually dyed with a layer of frost, followed by his eyebrows, and then the power of the wind spread all over his body, and finally Zuo Ye's existence disappeared from this world, but it made people feel everywhere.

After a long time of tea, the wind pillar on the futon dissipated, and the breath of the left night reappeared.

Zuo Ye's demonic qi was not cultivated, it was innate when he created the clone, so even if he deliberately restrained it, it was inevitable that there would be flaws and flaws. Now, even if he didn't cast a spell to collect breath, that demonic aura as thick as Yue was difficult for people to detect, as if it gave people the illusion that he was in front of him, but as if he was in another dimension.

Zuo Ye exhaled a shallow breath, thinking that it would be a life-and-death disaster, but he didn't expect that there would be no danger.

This time, before Zuo Ye got up, a divine thought came from the top of the hall again.

"Wrong!"

"Wrong? What's wrong? Zuo Ye was a little stunned, but his eyes fell on the futon in the middle, could it be that I chose the wrong futon.

Although Zuo Ye was reluctant to try again, if he couldn't meet the requirements of the spirit of the temple, he wouldn't be able to get out of the door of the temple anyway.

Since you are wrong, there is only one choice.

Zuo Ye sat on the last futon, and the figure in the wind pillar was glowing earthy yellow, giving people a sense of heaviness and giving him an infinite carrying power.

This time, it only took a few breaths of work, and Zuo Ye woke up, his expression full of confusion.

I saw him spread his hand flat, a pale yellow light bloomed, and a clod of earth floated on the palm of his hand, but it was only the size of a palm, but it exuded a heavy earth spirit aura.

"The Spirit of the Thick Soil - Resting Soil"

I didn't expect that there were even such divine objects in the Emperor's Mansion, and they would be left to future generations as a matter of inheritance. This time he waited for a long time, but he could not hear the voice of the spirit of the temple.

"Could it be that I was mistaken?"

"Wrong!"

Just as Zuo Ye was pondering, the spirit of the temple once again passed down the will, and it seemed to be impatient with Zuo Ye's stupidity, and once again sent out the divine thought: "Key! ”

Originally, Zuo Ye was still ignorant of the hint of the spirit of the temple, but remembering that he had turned around to search for something before entering the Emperor's Mansion, he was like an initiation, and instantly understood what the spirit of the temple wanted.

The two truncated tablets of the inscribed "Earth Emperor's Mansion" were taken out, and the spirit of the temple fell into silence for a long time, and then I saw that the Tengtu carved on the top of the temple seemed to be alive, emitting a halo of light and extinction.

And so it was!

Under the call of the totem, the broken monument slowly floated into the air, and finally sank into the roof of the temple. At the same time, the holy pictures of the immortals behind the wooden couch emitted a brilliant light, projecting the scene in the scroll into the temple.

"Choose!"

The spirit of the temple came to guide again, Zuo Ye first looked at the ancient clan Tengtu who diffused the aura of desolation, and then looked at the immortal knocking holy map of the clouds and clouds, and his heart instantly became clear, the so-called choice turned out to be like this.