With the blessing of the Blood-Burning Secret Technique, although Feng Yi's reaction speed is not as fast as that of the Second Pattern Evil Spirit, it is already comparable to that of an ordinary early stage cultivator.

When the yin wind came, he hurriedly put away his sword and moved sideways to dodge.

Although he narrowly avoided the flying pounce of the evil spirit, he could not dodge the countless purple flame spikes that enveloped a radius of ten zhang.

"Whoosh ......"

The spikes shot down, and Feng Yi danced the blood-drinking sword, turning into a blood-colored light curtain that enveloped himself.

The purple flame spikes rained down on the blood-colored light curtain, causing ripples.

The ripples were not real ripples, but Feng Yi was shocked by the violent demonic power carried on the spikes, and the sword dance couldn't help but slow down a little.

Slow and slow, slow and slow, and finally there was a gap and a leak.

A purple flame spike shot along the gap into the blood-colored light curtain, right in the middle of the left chest.

The spikes pierced through the body, and the purple flames remained between the flesh and blood. In just an instant, the black clothes on Feng Yi's body were ignited. The flames are restrained, as if they want to burrow into the wound and burn the flesh and bones.

Feng Yi was in pain and frightened, his right hand did not stop, and he danced the sword again.

At the same time, the essence of the Yuan Force was secretly adjusted, and the pure Yuan Force was emitted to swim in the meridians, and it was rapidly converging towards the wound on the left chest.

The "clucking" screams of evil spirits sounded in his ears, and at the same time, the excited roar of the Purple Flame Porcupine sounded.

The reason why the evil spirit screamed was because it was also within the range of the purple flame spikes that fell.

The Purple Flame Porcupine roared excitedly because it thought that there was no escape for both enemies, and there was only one way to die.

These external things are too late to take care of. Finally, all the purple flame spikes hit the ground, and just after a moment of respite, he suddenly heard Gongsun Yi's warning sound behind him.

"Be careful!"

Looking ahead, the Purple Flame Porcupine actually stepped on the arched back again and shot a second round of arrows that covered the sky.

"Fuck. ”

The rain of arrows fell, Feng Yi's right arm was sore, and he knew that he could not resist it, so he hurriedly moved up and retreated.

The evil spirits are doing the same thing, but the speed of the arrow rain is too fast, and neither the person nor the evil spirit has time to retreat to safety.

The screams came from the mouths of evil spirits.

The "ding" sound was the sound of the purple flame spikes being swept away by the blood-drinking sword.

Feng Yi resisted more and more difficult, and there were more and more flaws in the sword light blood curtain.

"Poof, poof, poof. ”

Three rings in succession, three spikes pierced through the left arm, left shoulder, and left rib hole.

The purple flame burned, and he was embarrassed.

At this moment, the army of Yuan Li in the body finally came to the first wound on the left chest.

As soon as Yuan Li came into contact with the purple flame, an extremely fiery feeling that seemed to be able to scorch the soul rose from the bottom of his heart.

Yuan Li trembled for a moment, and suddenly returned. As if he was inspired, Zi Yan actually followed Yuan Li into Feng Yi's meridians and hurried towards the Jiang Palace.

Feng Yi was shocked, and once again mobilized Yuan Li to kill Purple Flame.

Yuan Li returned according to the transfer, but he did not kill Ziyan, but instead urged Ziyan to go quickly like a guide.

Not only this wisp of purple flame, but also the purple flame on the left shoulder, left rib, and left arm were all doing the same thing at the same time.

The four purple flames finally gathered outside the Jiang Palace, converging into a slender purple flame dragon.

The essence of Yuan Li rises and falls, exuding the meaning of summoning.

The Purple Flame Dragon roared and rushed into the palace.

Feng Yi was stunned, "This ...... , are you traitors?"

He cursed, only to realize that the rain of arrows had stopped.

The aura of the evil spirit was sluggish, and the black mist had turned into a small cloud of qualityless black smoke, which could dissipate at any time.

The Purple Flame Porcupine was no better, unleashing powerful killing moves one after another, and it had collapsed from its strength, and even overdrawn its own demonic power.

With such a good opportunity to kill the enemy, how could Feng Yi miss it?

I didn't have time to care about whether the Purple Flame Evil Dragon in the Jiang Palace was in danger, let alone the pain on my body.

Carrying a long sword, he dodged forward.

A sword slashed at the neck of the Purple Flame Porcupine.

The rat's head fell to the ground, and the second-order demon beast Purple Flame Porcupine fell.

Feng Yi didn't stop, turned around and slashed the black mist again.

The night wind blew, the black mist drifted away, and the two-striped evil spirits were not spared.

Feng Yi could have borrowed the ghost gate in his left hand to ban the evil spirit, but he didn't.

For the first time, more than a dozen unformed evil spirits were banned one after another, and he was almost tortured to death by the resentful qi that invaded his body.

Since then, he has secretly decided that in the future, he will never use the ghost gate lightly until the last resort.

The current situation is not a last resort, and the other party is a two-pattern evil spirit, and the resentment carried by it is so strong. If he was invaded into his body again, Feng Yi really didn't dare to be sure if he would be able to save the day again.

If the mind and soul are swayed by the anger of resentment, and you become a demon who only knows bloodthirsty, then there is no place to cry.

Don't mention these, but talk about the field.

After the smoke dissipated, Feng Yi stared at the west.

Ten zhang away, Gongsun Yi was carrying a long sword and running quickly.

Seeing that Feng Yi was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

We should be happy when we win.

But Feng Yi was not happy.

Because in the Jiang Palace, the Purple Flame Evil Dragon was hovering in the breath of the heart fire, confronting that little bit of Yuan Force Essence.

Nor can it be said to be a confrontation, at least neither side has shown saber-rattling.

But it's not very peaceful, it seems that the Yuan Force Essence is very excited, and the Purple Flame Dragon is very nervous.

The second vitality dragon that had just been driven into the Jiang Palace a few days ago was like a gas bag, cowering in a corner of the Jiang Palace, and there was no wildness at all.

There was a delicate balance in the Jiang Palace, and Feng Yi didn't dare to adjust his heart and fire qi at will to break this balance.

He didn't dare to mobilize the Yuan Force to trigger the healing pill qi that he had just swallowed in his mouth to heal the penetrating wounds everywhere.

I can only let it go, there is no way at all.

"What the...... What's going on?"

Feng Yi asked himself.

Gongsun Yi asked blankly, "What did you say?"

Feng Yi shook his head and didn't answer her.

Because he was concerned about Gongsun Liang, Gongsun Yi didn't delay here, and after the ward Feng Yi screamed, he ran towards Tiannan.

As for the Purple Flame Porcupine's second-order inner pill, she had no intention of taking it for herself.

Because the greatest meritorious service is Feng Yi, he was busy for a long time and only killed a first-order Red Flame porcupine, which is a shame to say.

Feng Yi reversed the secret technique of burning blood, and pondered for a long time with his tired body, but he couldn't come up with anything.

Finally, with a helpless sigh, he walked to the side of the Purple Flame Porcupine.

Abdominal section to take the pill to drink the blood of the heart.

A mouthful of dark purple heart essence blood fell into the stomach, and the purple flame dragon in the Jiang Palace suddenly moved.

It waged its tail and let out a silent roar. Then it exploded and turned into a deep purple flame.

The purple flame was furious, rampage in the Jiang Palace, and Feng Yi grinned in pain, and his whole body spasmed.

Jianggong is also known as the middle acupoint, which is the heavy acupoint of the human body, and it is also the dead acupoint of the dead acupoint, and the slightest carelessness will have the risk of life.

Such a sharp pain, you can imagine.

In just an instant, sweat wet Feng Yi's clothes and head and face, and he rolled on the spot, uncontrollably letting out a heart-rending scream of pain.

"Ah......h

Under the low peak, as soon as Gongsun Yifang stood up, he heard the sound of screams.

She looked back at the northeast, but saw Feng Yi lying on the ground, rolling non-stop.

The girl was puzzled and even more apologetic.

In the final analysis, Feng Yi is the biggest hero this time, if it weren't for him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Apologetic and worried, Gongsun Yi looked up at Gongsun Liang, who was still sitting on the top of the low peak with his legs drooping, and then turned back again and flew to the northeast.

In the wilderness, after Feng Yi's scream, his mind gradually dizzy, and his mind gradually became chaotic.

Nevertheless, he did not faint.

There was still a vestige of clarity left in his mind, allowing him to look inside his body and wonder why this was happening.

Thinking about it, suddenly there is an understanding.

"Fire ...... Yes, it's fire, it's heart fire. ”

The crux of the problem is that with his human body, he can't truly cultivate Great Compassion.

The reason is very simple, Du Ziren, the southern ghost emperor of the other world, was a dragon son of the South China Sea in his previous life, although he was reincarnated as a human, his soul is still a dragon soul.

The dragon of the South China Sea belongs to fire, and it is born with a fire element in its body.

In that illusion, Feng Yi saw and heard it clearly, Du Ziren called the fire element in the dragon of the South China Sea as 'the true fire of the two madhi'.

What kind of flame is this? Feng Yi didn't know, but he knew that this fire was very good, it could burn everything in the world, and it could also burn the sky.

Isn't it the same with the fire of the heart?

Could it be that the true fire of samadhi is the fire of the heart?

I think it should be, and even if it is not, the difference is not much.

Du Ziren's cultivation method created with the soul of the true dragon, combined with the mystical essence of the South China Sea Dragon Clan's Xuangong, naturally needs to be based on the true fire of the two madhi.

Therefore, people who do not have a fire in their hearts must not practice this Fa. At first, I didn't think that as long as I encountered a different fire from heaven and earth, it would lead to a change in the practice and burn my body.

Feng Yi has no heart fire, vast and boundless, hundreds of millions of years, how many people have been born with heart fire?

If you think about it, it's just a palm.

Without heart fire, how can you cultivate Great Compassion?

Feng Yi cultivated, and also entered the door.

And tonight, he encountered the purple flame porcupine whose bloodline had changed, and was even invaded by the purple flame, and he also encountered his own yuan force.

The exercises are abnormal, and the body is burned.

"What should I do?"

For the first time in his life, Feng Yi felt helpless, feeling deep confusion and helplessness.

When Master left three years ago, although he was also confused and helpless, he was far less profound than he is now.

Because at that time, he also had the same disciples and brothers of the Dragon Yin Sect as his companions.

A month ago, Shen Xuan missed a sneak attack and destroyed his dantian. At that time, in the confusion and helplessness, it was more about understanding Shen Xuan.

A few days ago, Qing'er was taken away from his side, and Feng Yi was also confused and helpless.

But it was not as deep as it is now, because he knew that it was much safer for Qing'er to return to the Shark Clan than to follow him.

Now, Feng Yi suddenly realized that he was going to die.

Everything is empty, hatred, hope, light......

Parents, Master, Qing'er, Shen Xuan......

It's all over!

In the palace, the purple flames are burning, colliding, and rioting recklessly.

The breath of the heart does not need to be sealed and transported, so emergency measures are immediately taken.

However, in vain.

After all, Feng Yi has no heart.

There are only two ways for Xuan Xiu to give birth to heart fire.

One is innate, which is a peculiarity of the physique and a change in the bloodline.

The second is an adventure, what kind of adventure it is, no one knows.

Anyway, it's very difficult, among the trillions of mystical cultivators, it is enough to be able to make one of them.

Feng Yi was born with no heart fire, and he didn't have any special adventures, so the chance of giving birth to heart fire is basically zero.

But he was not willing to die.

The pain was still there, Feng Yi gritted his teeth and stoic, tried his best to control the fire in his heart, and with his tenacious willpower, he tried in vain to suppress the Purple Flame Evil Dragon.

In the Jiang Palace, the essence of Yuan Li was indifferent.

It is the reason for the abnormal change of the exercises, and now it no longer obeys Feng Yi's dispatch.

The second Vitality Evil Dragon that cowered in the corner of the Jiang Palace could not withstand the destruction of the purple flames, and burst open, turning into the breath of Yuan Force, and scattered in the Jiang Palace.

He was burned by the purple flame and returned to nothingness.

The breath of the heart is the guard of the Jiang Palace, and Feng Yi's most loyal subordinate. But it is not a real heart fire after all, it is just an ethereal heart, and its power is very small, even if the master is at a critical moment of life and death, it is powerless to set things right.

The turmoil in the Jiang Palace caused all parts of Feng Yi's body to fall into a panic.

The first to react was the angry aura in the broken dantian.

It waits for the right moment and turns against the host.

Now, here's the opportunity......