"Perhaps, I don't need to, I fully understand the artistic conception that Nanming wants to express from the fire sword intent."

"Anyway, this set of swordsmanship is also incomplete, and most of it is supplemented by myself, so I will comprehend another flame artistic conception with similar characteristics to replace the original Nanming Lihuo."

Jing Qing's eyes lit up, and a bold and bizarre idea became clearer and clearer in his mind.

To be honest, to create a set of swordsmanship that is detached from moves and centered on meaning, it must at least be swordsmanship, and it is something that can only be qualified to do by reaching the realm of swordsmanship.

At present, Jingqing's swordsmanship artistic conception is still very immature.

However, he did not "start from scratch", creating from scratch, but modifying and filling.

The 'shell' of the rough swordsmanship move has been placed in front of Jing Qing, perfect enough that there is no need to modify it.

All he has to do is to comprehend a roughly similar Yanghuo-like artistic conception, and put on the shell of sword moves to form a set of bluffing swordsmanship that is not easy for people to see through the reality and reality.

This is for Jing Qing, who has the top talent of sword heart and brightness, and can replenish soul power at any time and keep his mind clear.

It's not impossible.

The only thing to pay attention to is time.

After all, he only has three short months, and he has to subtract three days.

Thinking of this, Jing Qing no longer hesitated, and released the golden feather from the imperial beast bag.

Speaking of yang fire, is there anything more masculine in his hands now than the divine flame that Jin Yu's body has transformed and thunder and fire have transformed?

Moreover, between himself and Jin Yu, there is also this advantage that others do not have, that is, through the supernatural power of the left eye, the unique connection formed, which makes them almost one existence, and can even resist the thunder tribulation for the other party.

This also provided great convenience for Jing Qing to study the flames on Jin Yu's body.

"I remember, among the conditions proposed by the Fire Spirit Sect, there is the matter of defeating their top three true disciples, hey, I'm really looking forward to it, in three months."

Jing Qing smiled, his eyes crossed the lake, revealing his white teeth, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

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To the southeast of Liuyan Mountain, not far from the crack in the prison of Minglie, there is a large basin.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, covered by churning earth fire, there is only one entrance.

In the center, there is also a slender crack, bottomless, faintly visible, surging magma in the gap, and fire spirits wandering around.

This is the Earthfire Domain.

The whole Flowing Flame Mountain, the most mysterious place, the world of flames.

At the entrance alone, there are enough thirty-eight low-level masculine spiritual fires, and the types of flames in the depths are countless, making it a holy place for pure fire cultivators to practice.

"Three months, 300,000, I remember correctly."

Yu Lin stood at the entrance of the Earth Fire Domain, squinting at Elder Zhang Bing, who had led him here.

"Well, as long as you kill 300,000 evil fire spirits within three months, you will be considered to have completed the task."

"You can rest assured, this area within a radius of three thousand miles has been searched in a carpet manner, and a suppressed spirit array has also been deployed, and the strongest of them is only the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan."

Zhang Bing nodded, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't blink, looking at the fire spirits in the lava in the cracks, which were densely packed and covered with black flames.

The evil fire spirit is also a type of fire spirit.

The race of these spirits, who have born spirits from flames and thus possess life, has always been divided according to the type of flame that gave birth to them.

Some flames with relatively mild nature, the fire essence bred will also be mild in nature, and there is no too strong combat power.

And the fire spirits bred by the violent nature of the flames will also be fierce and belligerent.

Evil fire, just by the name, you can know that it must be a powerful and strange spiritual fire.

Therefore, the fire essence bred by this flame is very short-tempered, burning at a point, and has strong combat power.

The most frustrating thing is that the fire spirits have always appeared one by one, and there are at least thousands of them in a group.

Coupled with the backhand prepared by the sect master in advance, Zhang Bing didn't believe at all that a minor monk who was not in the foundation building period had the ability to kill 300,000 evil fire elves in three months.

That's 100,000 a day.

Even if she was an inner disciple of the first sect in the Donglin region, it would never be possible.

It's the consumption brought by the continuous fighting, not to mention just a monk in the foundation building period, even his cultivation in the middle stage of Jindan, which can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on a large scale to supplement spiritual power, is also a little insufficient.

And that's not all.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bing couldn't help but shake his head.

The arrangement of the sect master is extremely insidious, a commander-level fire spirit with human wisdom can completely increase the combat effectiveness of the fire spirit team.

"Heh, Elder Zhang, how about you and I make a bet?"

Seeing this, Yulin pouted and smiled, and said loudly: "I have heard a few friends who I know know mention that in the Fire Spirit Sect, there is a long skirt woven by the Feather of the Yan Wu, and after three months, if I am lucky enough to succeed, you will give it to me." ”

Zhang Bing was stunned when he heard this.

Unexpectedly, when Yu Lin was about to fight, he still had the leisure to calculate the treasures of his own sect, and his face was full of ease, as if he didn't know what he was afraid of.

"Okay, I took this bet, but I don't know what your bet is."

He readily agreed.

The Yan Wu Feather Dress is made of the Black Fire Crow King with a golden crow bloodline, and the only strand of golden red hair on the crown of his head, which is gorgeous and extraordinary.

A long dress like this would kill at least a hundred such rare crows.

Although it is a good magic weapon, with his status in the Fire Spirit Sect, he can completely control it at will.

If you lose the bet, it's not a big deal, but if you win, it is equivalent to losing the face of the Heavenly Gate and giving a bad breath to the Fire Spirit Sect.

What's more, in his eyes, the probability of losing is less than zero.

This kind of gamble, which can almost be regarded as a win-winning game, is a fool if you don't agree to it.

"Bets? I don't have that kind of thing. ”

"Because if you lose, it is equivalent to death, and if you ask for a bet on a dead person, you will lose your life."

Not caring about Zhang Bing's surprised look, Yulin held one hand and grabbed it towards the void.

The dark black essence of killing intent gathered and twisted in her palm, turning into a giant battle battle that was so large that it was exaggerated.

"Smack!"

In the air, there was a crisp sound like a whip whipping, and Yulin danced and had already rushed into the Earth Fire Domain.

"Nine python strangulation!"

The deep female voice contained a crazy battle intent, a strong killing intent, and rushed up.

Nine black-colored, thousand-meter-long pythons revealed their bodies from the battle, and the python's mouth opened angrily, and in an instant, it had swept through all the evil fire spirits within a radius of thousands of kilometers.

"Puff puff ......"

Hundreds of evil fire spirits were swept by the nine pythons, and the bodies turned into flames suddenly collapsed, leaving only black and ruby gems with clear colors, scattered on the ground.

"Hmm, it's refreshing."

Yulin stood on a bright red rock, with inky flowers on his forehead, burning wantonly.

On her heroic face, she also showed a bloody and cold smile, and raised her eyes to look at the evil fire spirits who rushed towards her in the distance.

"Today, I, kill a thousand armies!"

Zhan Ge was in the void, one vertical and one stroke, and the nine pythons roared in unison, as if thousands of troops and horses, and the momentum shook the sky.