Who the hell is it? Who would harm these lowly foundation building monks in this Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Souls in the process of this Fucheng Competition? Who would want the lives of these foundation-building monks?

Mo Li didn't doubt the monks who participated in the competition, but she didn't believe that this kind of method could be used by the foundation building monks, and she didn't believe that the elders of the foundation building monks would be so frustrated and let her own monks enter the list and get ranked by mutilating the low-level monks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In her opinion, it was not worth it at all, although some of the prizes were quite exciting, but they were not enough to allow high-ranking monks to risk the backlash of the Heavenly Dao to kill them so wantonly and massively.

The prohibition in the Ten Thousand Spirits Mountain could not penetrate even with Mo Li's divine consciousness that far surpassed that of the foundation building monk, and this formation was obviously not a temporary arrangement, but a high-level magic weapon, and it might even be a formation that came with the spirit weapon.

All of this made Mo Li puzzled, and at the same time, from time to time in the big array, some people were thrown in, some people slowly died and turned into ashes, and the new people in the pit walked and sat on the ashes left by their predecessors.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Mo Li's fear and nausea kept rising, but she couldn't find a solution, so she could only suppress and control it.

"Huh?" Mo Li, who had been sitting for a long time, let out a soft sigh and looked fixedly at a monk, who was obviously a monk with a fire spirit root, absorbing the orange-red flames around him and trying to refine it.

Mo Li didn't think that after refining the flames in this pit, she would not be afraid of these fires, but she knew that the foundation building monk would not be able to refine the flames at all without the help of a high-level monk, after all, the spiritual fire between heaven and earth was too powerful, and it was not something that a small foundation building monk could subdue at all, so she hadn't thought about doing this before.

But at this time, the monk Mo Li was looking at, obviously the elders of the sect were extremely loved, and he had actually refined a kind of spiritual fire, perhaps because of this, he felt that he could use the spiritual fire he had to hope to tame this orange-red flame, and planned to refine it, but after all, this person only cultivated to build a foundation, even if he used the spiritual fire in his body, he could not tame the orange-red flame.

Mo Li watched as the monk released his own flame, wrapped in a small cloud of orange-red flames, rolled into his body, and then it didn't take long for him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and then another mouthful, and the body continued to ooze blood, more and more......

Suddenly, the monk was on fire from within......

There were monks dying all the time in this pit, so everyone didn't care at all, and Mo Li had to sigh lightly.

At this time, Mo was entangled, in her opinion, the big array around her was not just an ordinary trapped array, it also contained the function of suppression, but what could be suppressed, she didn't know, but it was impossible to suppress anything good in a famous and decent secret realm.

Although Mo Li can rely on the pill to survive slowly, who knows what the situation is outside now, and whether she can survive until the time when she is rescued.

But if it was to refine the orange-red flame, Mo Li didn't even have a grasp of Yicheng, the advantage she had was only the recovery ability of her divine sense and body, but her spiritual power could not meet the conditions for refining the spiritual fire at all, and she was barely close to the success rate of Yicheng.

However, after thinking about it again, Mo Li still decided to take a gamble, she decided to rely on herself, and chose the method of not necessarily having a lifetime of nine deaths, because she didn't want to wait here, waiting for the ethereal rescue.

Mo Li doesn't believe in others, only believes in herself, so even if the success rate is extremely low, she is willing to gamble, and if she succeeds, she will no longer be threatened by this orange-red flame, and if she loses, she will die.

Immediately, Mo Li no longer hesitated, quickly laid out a few array disks around him, and put in the medium-grade spirit stone, then took a deep breath, and wrapped a very thin wisp of flame with spiritual power and inhaled it into his body.

Pain, this painful feeling is nothing to her at all, carefully control the spiritual power to run along the meridians, only slowly along the meridians, this unruly flame can be tamed.

As the flames swam through Mo Li's body little by little, the corresponding parts of her body also turned red, and even beads of blood oozed out of her pores.

But at this time, this physical injury was nothing to Mo Li, she didn't know what kind of flame this orange-red flame was before, so she began to refine like this.

You must know that this is the scorching sun that makes the demon cultivator smell the fire, and its most famous and powerful ability is not the high temperature like the sun, but the burning effect.

You must know that this scorching sun is not only extremely terrifying for demon cultivators, even ordinary righteous path monks are also terrified, anyone who is burned by this flame, even if you can repair the physical injuries, the spiritual burn is not so easy to recover, which is why the monk who refined the flame just now failed in a moment.

And she didn't know all this, otherwise she wouldn't think that she would have that 10% of the success of the scorching sun, even if she was 10% sure, now it is less than 10%.

At this time, Mo Li was suffering from double torment, and the burning in her heart was so nothing, far more than the demons in her heart, because this burning also made her lose control of the spiritual fire in her body, causing her to run around in her body, wantonly destroying the meridians, muscles, and even bones in her body.

The scorching sun scorched his heart, torturing his heart, this was originally the last level after the shattered pill condensed the infant and experienced the catastrophe, but at this moment, Mo Li was really suffering, although because it was a very small flame, the power was much lower, but which foundation building monk had experienced this?!

What is the heart? What is the original mind?

Xiuzhen, what is Xiuzhen for? Why should I cultivate the truth?

These questions kept arisen in Mo Li's heart, experiencing them again and again, torturing them over and over again, answering them over and over again, burning them over and over again, and being solid over and over again......

Mo Li's body had been damaged by the flames that were wandering away wantonly, but it was not life-threatening, after all, when she chose to refine this flame, she also considered relying on her body's recovery ability, and only absorbed a small wisp, so that she could not be afraid of the damage caused by this flame at all.

But Mo Li would have thought that this flame would actually contain the power of burning heart, making her fall into the torture of her heart, and let that ray of flame completely lose control in her body and wantonly destroy, otherwise how could she make herself so miserable.

Fortunately, this destruction did not hurt her life, as long as Mo Li can find her true heart, stick to her original heart, and pass the test of the scorching sun, she can recover her sanity to control the wanton spiritual fire in her body, and she can also successfully refine the scorching sun.