Halfway through the thought, Ye Zitong suddenly felt dizzy and fainted.

"Azusa, Azusa?" Ling Shuihan hugged Ye Zitong's soft body, frowned, and inadvertently took her to the Demon Spirit Mountain.

Demon Spirit Mountain is a famous mountain in the Demon Realm, the mountain is full of spiritual energy, although it is a little messy, but it does not affect Ye Zitong's qi practice to repair his injuries. Although Ling Shuihan is a demon, she does not use the way of demons to save Ye Zitong, but uses the way of immortals to save Ye Zitong, and uses pills to treat Ye Zitong, what Ling Shuihan is thinking in her heart, only she knows.

After recuperating in the mountains for a few days, Ye Zitong's injuries recovered from seven or seven eighty-eight.

"Sister, where is this? What's wrong with me. ”

"You've fainted, it's been a few days and nights, maybe you've just refined the magic sword, and your body can't bear it."

"Oh!"

"Your magic sword cultivation speed is very fast, you can rest for the past few days, sister, you take it to Chang'an City in the Demon Realm to see, can you go?"

Chang'an City in the Demon Realm? Is there such a place in the Demon Realm?

"Good!" Ye Zitong agreed.

When I came to Chang'an City, "It's so lively!" Ye Zitong sighed, looking at Ling Shuihan with a pair of bright eyes.

"Let's go down and have a look!"

Ling Shuihan glanced down and said softly, "Okay!" ”

Facing the glorious atmosphere of Chang'an City, Ye Zitong couldn't help but open his arms and breathe the prosperous atmosphere of the first city in the world. After entering the city, Ye Zitong was immediately fascinated by all kinds of new gadgets.

Ye Zitong rushed to a craftsman and picked up a small white Guanyin. Said happily: "How good this little clay figure is!" Ye Zitong has not yet formed the consciousness of giving money to buy things, and she will take whatever she likes, and Ling Shuihan is busy paying for her in the back.

"Wow. This is called a sugar gourd? It's delicious! Ye Zitong sighed, suddenly his eyes lit up, he saw a mask stall, threw the things in his hand, and walked to the stall in three or two steps.

"I'm a mask tiger spirit, sister, you also wear a ......"

Ling Shuihan complained bitterly, this girl. It's really simple.

"I want to eat crispy roast duck!" Ye Zitong said suddenly, Ling Shuihan had no choice but to take her to the most famous duck shop in Chang'an City.

Ye Zitong has a duck leg in one hand and a duck wing in the other. Open the bow left and right and feast. Looking at Ye Zitong's eating appearance, Ling Shuihan couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, embarrassed. Lose face! Ye Zitong ate happily. Ling Shuihan didn't have the slightest appetite, and she was already very full when she looked at her food. Ye Zitong wiped out a whole fat duck, habitually sucked his fingers, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. Ling Shuihan went to the checkout very consciously.

The next day, Ye Zitong was still lying on the bed and talking about life with Zhou Gong, Ling Shuihan knocked on the door again and again, Ye Zitong slept soundly, and there was no reaction at all.

Wake up. The sun is in the sky. Ye Zitong stretched his waist and stretched his muscles in the yard. Ye Zitong took out the thousand-pound small stone to practice exorcism. After the chaos first opened, Ye Zitong's exorcism technique became more and more accurate, after the Lotus Little Demon, Ye Zitong deeply realized that his cultivation was low, and it was too dangerous for the Demon Realm to go, and he must enhance his strength, he could not be bullied, and he could not let Ling Shuihan look down on him. I don't know why, as soon as he thought that Ling Shuihan could play the spirit rune perfectly, and he could cast such a powerful spell as Yiyin Kaishan, Ye Zitong was inexplicably jealous, the same person, the same immortal cultivator, why is the gap so big?

Ye Zitong first went to the kitchen to fill his stomach, and by the way, he got some sparks and began to practice fire control.

When Ling Shuihan returned to the small courtyard satisfied, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The small courtyard has long been unsightly, scorched everywhere, the grass and trees are stained with sparks, half of the courtyard of Sanjin is burned out, and there is still smoke in the direction of the kitchen. Shocked, Ling Shuihan crushed a cloud water talisman, attracting water mist to extinguish the embers. Suddenly, a black man rushed out of the kitchen screaming, and Ling Shuihan saw that the man was holding a golden flame in his hand.

"Luminous Yan? No, this color ...... But it's obviously the Yan of Confusion? ”

Ling Shuihan didn't have time to think about it, the man had already rushed towards this side with flames.

"Sister, help me, this fire is too powerful, I can't control it. Yes...... Burned, burned, burned me! ”

The corners of Ling Shuihan's mouth twitched slightly, listening to this voice, it turned out to be Ye Zitong! Ye Zitong jumped up and down, and wherever he passed, he burned without exception, Ling Shuihan hurriedly pulled out a fire control trick to guide the flame in Ye Zitong's hand, and it took the power of nine cows and two tigers to control the mania of the golden flame.

"Don't run around, now you can collect the flames into the dantian." Lingshui Culvert.

"Oh." Ye Zitong took a deep breath, and according to the record in the cultivation codex, he carefully collected the small ball of golden flame into the dantian. "Oh my god, this thing isn't fun at all."

Ling Shuihan was still wondering why this flame had a glowing aura, and couldn't help but ask, "Your flame is different from other flames, how did you do it?" ”

"I don't know." Ye Zitong stuck out his tongue,

Ling Shuihan was stunned, this glowing confusion, in the Three Realms, except for the three immortals, I have not heard of anyone else having this kind of flame, I didn't expect Ye Zitong to have the Nine Flavors True Fire, these hidden masters are really terrifying.

"And where did you get this flame from?" Ling Shuihan asked, although he had never seen it, but he had also seen it in ancient books, the glowing flame should be a strange red, not gold, why did the golden flame have the breath of the glowing confusion? Ling Shuihan really couldn't figure it out.

Ye Zitong was embarrassed and whispered: "I'll get up early in the morning......"

"Did you wake up early?" Ling Shuihan asked rhetorically.

"Uh...... Don't interrupt, well, I didn't wake up early. After I got up, I saw that you were not there, and there were no neighbors around, and you also knew that I had just opened the magic sword and could practice new spells, so ...... I just want to practice fire control. I didn't have a flame, so I went to the kitchen to get some sparks, and then practiced according to the codex given to me in the book, who knew that this spark was not easy to control at all, so I increased the injection of aura, who knew that this spark was like a bottomless pit, I wanted to stop the injection of aura, but it did not give up, desperately absorbing my aura. Of course I don't want it to absorb it, so I'm going to fight it, but I'm really tired......"

"Can you get to the point?" Ling Shuihan interrupted.

"I'm going to get to the point right away." Ye Zitong waved his hand and continued with great interest: "This thing absorbs my spiritual energy, forget it, and burn my essence and blood, as soon as I was in a hurry, I jumped into the well, this thing simply boiled the well water full of well, and then the flame turned golden." ”

The corners of Ling Shuihan's mouth twitched, and he stared at Ye Zitong in disbelief: "You refined this flame?" ”

"yes!" Ye Zitong blinked, and his pride was beyond words. (To be continued......)