Xia Qian decided to forcibly perform the exercises, this is the next step, but there is no other way, there is only one chance to save him.

Before Si Qinghan was swept into the fire, she saw his figure along the trajectory of the wind, and the stone in her heart finally loosened, fortunately, there was still a glimmer of life. Immediately, she sacrificed a magic weapon without thinking, a lotus flower that has not yet opened appeared on the palm of her hand, exuding a colorful and dazzling light, this magic weapon is called Jiusheng Lotus, the petals are indestructible, and no external force can destroy it, but only one person can enter, and there is only one chance to use it, which is the life-saving magic weapon left by the former master of the original owner. You can't just use it when it's critical, and now, it's a critical moment.

Xia Qian cut his fingers and dripped into the lotus stamens, and the Jiusheng lotus, which was nourished by blood, bloomed in an instant, dazzling with dazzling light, and under her order, she protected Si Qinghan's body in time.

"Master?!" Si Qinghan escaped from danger and found that he was in the lotus, while Xia Qianren was outside, patted the petals anxiously, and shouted loudly.

At this time, Xia Qian didn't hear his voice, and accelerated the urging of the true qi in her body so that the Jiusheng Lotus flew out, seeing that the stone gate was about to close, and she herself was about to be unable to hold on.

Seeing that the lotus flower was getting closer and closer to the door, Si Qinghan had no intention of being saved at all, and Shizun did not hesitate to sacrifice his life in order to save him. As close to life as he is, how close the master is to death. He tried his best to knock out the petals, but they were too strong, and the petals didn't move, "Master-" He knelt down, and his eyes moistened with uncontrollable tears. How can he be virtuous, worthy of the master.

Recalling all their experiences in Penglai Immortal Mountain, almost every day was a boring and boring practice, and occasionally the master would take him down the mountain to see the world, buy some delicious sugar gourds for him, tell him some strange stories, and tell a lot of big truths. At that time, he was still young, and he didn't seem to understand. When I grew up, I knew a few words, and I was able to read books on my own. The master threw him a large pile of books on cultivating the mind and taught him the principles of being a human being. And he always likes to be playful, and likes to make trouble when there is nothing to do, such as hiding the tea that Shizun likes to drink, or deliberately messing up the elixir refined by Shizun. Suddenly, one day, the master, who had always been gentle with him, changed his face and slapped him a few times, and since then he has rarely paid attention to his homework. At that time, he felt as if he had been abandoned by his master, and began to practice desperately, wanting to impress his master. But Shizun seemed to have an iron heart, and he didn't get close to him at all. So, when he advanced, he deliberately picked the best time, that is, when the master was taking a bath, and went to disturb him. Even if he taught him with a straight face every time he returned to the master, he was still happy in his heart. Shizun still has him in his heart.

However, now he can no longer see Shizun, he can no longer eat the sweet and sour sugar gourd, and he can't see Shizun's angry face, he still has a lot to say, there are still many things that have not been done wrong and have not been adult, and he has a lot of kindness that has not been repaid.

The heavy stone door slammed and shut. Jiusheng Lotus completed its mission, and after slowly placing Si Qinghan on the ground, it turned into thousands of lotus petals and disappeared into space, leaving no trace.

"Qinghan, Brother Xia, he" Mu Jianchen walked over, still holding a white sword in his hand, seeing Si Qinghan's crying red eyes, the broken hair on his forehead was shadowed on his face, his feelings were very low, and his heart was clear. Lin Yao, who was on the side, wanted to step forward to comfort her, but saw Mu Jianchen shaking his head at her, and his footsteps stopped.

Xia Qian, who was behind the door, was forced to fight back, and he couldn't breathe for a while, there was a fishy sweetness in his mouth, and a trace of blood slipped down from the corner of his mouth. The True Qi in her body was empty, and she didn't have any strength to resist. The flames around her swept through her body, burning her body and destroying her will.

Even though her body was suffering greatly, her soul still existed, and she could feel that the meridians that had been cultivated in her body for many years were destroyed one by one, and her tears could not help but stay in pain, but the surrounding temperature was too high, and her tears turned into steam. How long will this pain last?

In her dazed consciousness, she heard a voice in her head, "Are you afraid of death?" ”

"I'm afraid." She subconsciously replied, she was already a person who had died once, she didn't want to die again, and she finally had a chance to be resurrected, how could she give up lightly?

"Then why did you save him?" The man asked again.

"Why" Xia Qian unconsciously muttered, I'm sorry, she is not a saint, if it weren't for her own life, she wouldn't use her life to save someone, the current situation does not allow her to think too much. But why did she say this, and who made people wonder the source of her purpose?

Just, is that really the case? Xia Qian thought about it, since she had been on the task for so long, this world was the place where she had stayed for the longest time, Si Qinghan got along with her day and night, aside from the task, was she indifferent to the people, things, and things in the plot? Is the master-apprentice friendship with Si Qinghan also for the sake of the task? She began to wonder if she was too cold, but she couldn't figure out why. It's a question of irritability, she's not a person from this world, just a wandering spirit who stays here for a short time, and doesn't take a trace of missing when she leaves, and tries to run forward desperately. But why is my heart still a little sad?

That voice never sounded again, and Xia Qian didn't ask who he was.

Being in the sea of fire, Xia Qian gradually got used to the burning pain. She was already a cultivator in the Tribulation Period, and the moment she cultivated to the Yuan Infant, she reached the so-called soul immortality. The flames here are fierce, but it will take some time to bury her here. Instead of sitting and waiting to die, she might as well break through herself as soon as possible and cultivate into a true immortal body.

Thinking of this, Xia Qian sat cross-legged on the spot, rolled up the fire element around her with a weak air current, and fused it to repair the muscles and veins in her body. The reason is that in the previous life, after Si Qinghan cultivated into a demon, he obviously had a mutated thunder spirit root, but there was a faint fire in the thunder and lightning, but he was still a spirit root, and he must have been forcibly fused in this way. I don't know what the harmony between the wind spirit root and the fire spirit root is, if she backs up, not only will she not be able to get out, but her cultivation will also be ruined.

At the beginning, the two strands of true qi were scurrying around in the body, and the innate wind attribute was easy to control, but that fire became stronger and stronger under the leadership of the wind, and there was a tendency for a spark to ignite the prairie fire. Xia Qian was surprised, and had to slow down his rhythm, carefully controlling the two true qi to slowly fuse. Gradually, she mastered the trick, layer after layer, the red light tightly wrapped around the white light, and the two true qi finally calmed down.

Time flies, she doesn't know how long she has been here, she used to count the days, and after a long time of cultivation, she forgot about it. Every time I opened my eyes, I saw only my own figure, and there was not even a person around me who spoke, and a sense of loneliness still rose in my heart, as if she was the only one left in the world, except for the boundless flames, there was no living thing. For a while, her cultivation almost went mad, and the place that was too dead and quiet reminded her of some bad memories. In a coma, she heard the person's voice, and she couldn't remember exactly what she said, but she had a familiar feeling inexplicably, which made her have no reason to have a sense of trust, which was really magical.

If it were another person who stayed in this kind of place for a long time, maybe he would have gone crazy a long time ago, Xia Qian withdrew the last trace of demonic qi and exhaled a breath of turbidity. Finally finished, she slowly opened her eyes, the original clear and black eyes were long gone, and the bright red eyes flashed with a glimmer of essence. There was no mark between the eyebrows of the immortals of the past at the forehead, but instead there were three thin and narrow diamonds, the longest in the middle, and the two sides tightly clamped between them. Her appearance is very different from before, and I don't know if anyone else can recognize her after meeting an acquaintance.

Xia Qian practiced the fire resistance technique, and her cultivation reached the realm of the Demon Lord, but because she was in the secret realm, the heavenly thunder of the Tribulation did not fall, but she had laid her own cultivation in a solid manner, and felt that her strength was enough to break through the exit of the whirlpool in the sea of fire, and rushed out in one breath without hesitation.

The feeling of seeing the light of day again is so wonderful, Xia Qian's head is covered with a blue sky, and the feeling of stepping on the earth is reassuring. However, at this time, her dress was a little exposed, because the fire on her body was too heavy, the fairy clothes of the past were vulnerable and burned to ashes, and the space ring had a few fire-attribute magic clothes, but the fabric was too little, barely covering the important parts, and the other kinds were exposed.

The top priority was to find a fig leaf, and suddenly, the sky was thundering, and the thick blood red was pressed down from the air, making it almost difficult for people to breathe normally between heaven and earth. The blood-colored thunder and lightning penetrated people's hearts, and mortals were insignificant in front of it.

Either become a demon or turn into ashes, she only has two choices, ah, I really want to smash it in the face, with her current cultivation, it is more than enough to survive this catastrophe, but unfortunately the fig leaf on her body does not dare to guarantee it.

A thunderbolt shot out of the red cloud, tentatively slashing at Xia Qian, Xia Qian didn't move, just smiled slightly, and the thunder turned into nothing in an instant, scattering a few rays of starlight in the air. The thunder in the red clouds seemed to be angry, flashing and flashing in the dark sky, and after a long silence, countless thunderbolts rolled down, like a galaxy falling, pouring for thousands of miles. Several thunderbolts twisted into a ball, turning into countless thunder dragons, fangs and claws, roaring. Xia Qian raised his hand and waved, and the thunder dragon disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant. But Hongyun didn't care how high her Taoism was, the red light flashed dimly, and after saving a little, the important town turned into a ray of light and flew in, pointing directly at Xia Qian.

Xia Qian was in a good mood, his right hand was raised and waved, and a ray of light was shattered, seeing that the light was scattered all over the sky, he looked up in surprise, and the power had increased a lot, but he was still not afraid, summoned a long sword, shot towards the clouds, and knocked down the remaining few rays of light.

The thunder rolled, the red light around the red cloud kept saving strength, Xia Qian raised his sword, pointed the sword at one side, and there was a loud bang in the cloud, which suddenly split apart and was torn into countless small pieces. The clouds cleared, revealing a blue sky, and a few white clouds floated.