The leaves of the cold vine had just begun to be burned to ashes, and the glutinous rice saw a small stream of spiritual energy scattered from the middle of the ashes.

It's just that the aura just began to float out of the ashes, and it was immediately absorbed by the cold vine next to it, and finally only a small trace remained, and slowly floated into her body.

It seems that there is indeed a lot of aura hidden in this cold vine, and it is estimated that it is absorbed from her body on weekdays.

Those auras didn't look like those scattered outside, with their own attributes, but they were very much like the true yuan power in her spiritual veins that originally belonged to her, with a faint milky white, some aura that had been mixed. If this kind of aura is contained in the entire cold vine, then after she really pulls out this cold vine, the true yuan power and aura in her body will definitely increase suddenly, and maybe she will directly start to impact the distraction period.

Nuomi thought about these things in a daze, but unexpectedly, an oversight made a small wisp of spiritual fire that had been scattered out to test the distance between him and the Han Vine get too close, and the small wisp of spiritual fire was instantly sucked by the Han Vine and turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Fortunately, that wisp of spiritual fire had already been separated from the whole, and although it was absorbed, it did not have a great impact.

But Nuomi was still taken aback, and quickly collected his mind, not daring to think about any more side things, and concentrated on controlling the spiritual fire to run again. She didn't dare to be distracted this time, otherwise she wouldn't even have time to cry if those spiritual fires really hit the cold vine headlong. This little spiritual fire hitting the top of the Han Vine can certainly cause some damage to the Han Vine. But in the end, it's still too weak, at most, it's just a few leaves that are burned, and it will be absorbed by the cold vine. Even if it hits the root of the vine directly, it may not be able to burn the vine.

If Hanteng was so easy to clean, it would not have been possible for so many monks to die on it.

Although the little spiritual fire just now was sucked by Han Teng, it also happened to show the limit range for the glutinous rice.

Nuomi didn't dare to lean too far on the spiritual fire, but he also slowly moved the spiritual fire closer and kept rotating around the cold vine.

After having the first leaves that turned to ashes. The leaves and vines next to them slowly burned. Almost at the same time, only slightly successively, the leaves surrounded by spiritual fire gradually curled, and soon they all turned into ashes, releasing wisps of spiritual energy.

Because these spiritual energies burst out at the same time, many of them had already drifted out before they were absorbed by the cold vine.

Nuomi hurriedly controlled his divine consciousness to hook those spiritual energy, and mixed all those spiritual energy into his divine consciousness and spiritual fire.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels as if the spiritual fire has also become a little bigger.

The slender vines, though only the size of a human hair, were surprisingly resistant to heat. The leaves on the vine were all burned. The glutinous rice was bold enough to let the spiritual fire get a little closer, and then heated it for a long time, and then the small vine began to slowly curl. Gradually, it turned into smoke and dust. Drifted out.

Glutinous rice is completely unaware of the passage of time. In this state of concentration, time becomes very slow. She concentrated on controlling the flow of the spiritual fire all the way, and after burning a small piece of cold vine, she used her divine sense to pull the spiritual fire and march towards another cold vine in front of her, so that the branches and leaves outside the cold vine were burned little by little.

While burning, he also had to absorb the spiritual energy that floated from the inside of the cold vine leaves that had been burned to ashes into his true yuan power. Don't let those auras be absorbed by the cold vine anymore.

At the beginning, glutinous rice was still a little nervous and very important, but gradually, such behavior has become an inertia. Even if she doesn't put her mind on it at all. As if they had figured out the doorway, those spiritual fires flowed around the cold vine on their own.

I saw an aura wafting from the scorched leaves. Her True Yuan Power would rush up and absorb those spiritual energy into her system.

Glutinous rice seemed to be controlling the flow of the spiritual fire very seriously, but it seemed to be separated from the middle of the divine consciousness and the spiritual fire, hanging high in the air, looking down at the divine consciousness below would only flow with the spiritual fire.

She could even see the cold vine shaking its branches slightly as it was burned by the spiritual fire, as if a human was trembling with fear. There was obviously no wind in her body, but the cold vine was really fluctuating incessantly, setting off bursts of green waves.

Seeing the cold vine slowly trembling below, Nuomi unconsciously remembered Mu Kuilai. Maybe Mu Kui was accepted as a puppet by Ye Fan, and as a wood spirit, he also had such a helpless time. Something next to it slowly invades the body, but I can't even dodge it.

The vision separated from the divine consciousness looked at the Han vines below very coldly, although he knew that the Han vines were trembling, but there was no trace of sympathy in his heart, just watched quietly. On the contrary, the divine consciousness that was directing the spiritual fire rose with a trace of pity, and even the circulation with the spiritual fire paused slightly.

However, this little pity only lasted for a very short moment. Then she remembered her body, and the spiritual fire that clinged to the cold vine began to flow mercilessly again.

Nuomi felt as if she had split into two people, one of whom had a soft heart of his own, trapped in his divine sense, directing the spiritual fire to burn the cold vine, and hesitated while burning; The other self was in mid-air watching the Han vine below struggle and tremble, and his heart was peaceful and quiet, without hesitation.

This is something that glutinous rice has never felt before. She didn't feel uncomfortable, nor did she feel unable to control her thoughts and actions, but the split vision gave her a very fresh feeling.

She looked at her consciousness from the air, and realized that her consciousness was swimming flexibly like a thin fish, and its body was long, not the mist she thought it was. It's just that her current cultivation is still too low, and she can't condense Jin Dan and Yuan Yinglai, and her divine consciousness is just a virtual body.

I don't know how long she looked at it, but she suddenly saw the shaking cold vine shaking greatly in mid-air, and suddenly revealed a little light that had been hidden in the middle.

Glutinous rice was stunned for a moment, and saw that the light Fang Shi showed his face, and was blocked back by those dense leaves, as if the light that gently pierced her eyes was just her hallucination. If it weren't for the fact that half of her spirit was staring down in mid-air now, she wouldn't have noticed the light still lurking in the middle of the cold vine.

The leaves of the vine grew so luxuriantly that it was as if it was all about hiding the light.

The light only peeked out from under the leaves of the cold vine, and it was soon hidden again, and although the glutinous rice was watching from the air, he still couldn't see what the light was coming from.

It definitely can't be her dantian, or the little black ball.

Although she didn't pay much attention to Han Teng, she had to go in and out of the ethereal illusion from the little black ball almost every day, and she had never seen the little black ball emit light. Looking back now, that position is very much like the position where Kanto opened Huā in the first place.

When glutinous rice noticed it earlier, the huā flower that bloomed on the cold vine was still just a small huā bud, which had not yet opened and did not emit light.

The light of Fang Cai is not very dazzling, and it does not give people a sense of evil when it looks at it, it is soft and weak, as if it is very pitiful.

Nuomi hesitated, but still didn't stop.

Although she and the Han Vine are not yet where you live or die, the more she burns the branches of the Han Vine, the more she finds that many of the spiritual energy in her body has been absorbed by the Han Vine. Even if Han Teng didn't pose any threat to her life in the end, it would greatly delay the progress of her cultivation. And her longevity is only a certain amount, if her cultivation is slowed down, maybe her longevity will not be enough.

Now she looks at her cultivation fast, but after she changes to the Dao One Heart Lotus Dafa, she doesn't know if she can adapt well and whether she can continue to cultivate. All of this takes a long time.

Maybe she could try to use her divine sense to transplant the cold vine into the ethereal illusion when it was burned to the roots, but it was obviously not the time to pity the cold vine. After all, she burned like this for a long time, and she only burned off a little edge of the leaf outside. There's a big clump of leaves growing down there.

She even wondered how the cold vine, which was as thin as a hair, could grow so many leaves.

And now, although the spiritual fire has expanded a little due to the replenishment of the spiritual energy, it is still very weak compared to the cold vine. If she stops now, she has to start again next time, maybe the cold vine will grow back. She couldn't tell how fast the vine was growing.

Now she herself is as weak as a little ant. Don't say it's a great power like Jiao Suqing, even if it's just Ye Fan or Wen Renyi, you can control her fate at will. It's just that she's just lucky enough to be able to get along in this Xianyi City.

In order to live more comfortably, now is not the time for her to sympathize with Kanto.

Thinking like this, Nuomi gathered his mind again, and concentrated on controlling the spiritual fire and continuing to swim around the cold vine. Although she could still see Han Teng's trembling in mid-air, this time, even the half of her divine consciousness was no longer soft-hearted, but firmly did the work at hand.