Shaking off the water droplets on his hand slightly, Zongtian once again ignited a flame, but the final result was still to cook himself again. However, after seeing this second death, the soul maker was quiet, although it was only for a moment, but the fist that Zongtian swung out really pushed the fireball slightly.

The night was not long or short, but when Yang Ling woke up in the early morning, he still didn't see Zongtian's figure, and when he came to the vicinity of the water source again, Yang Ling didn't know this place a little. The small pond had changed color by this time, and the charred black was almost everywhere on the shore, and with a burst of flames, a hazy figure jumped into the water at once.

"What the hell is going on here?" There seemed to be some burning smell in the fog in front of me, but there seemed to be nothing here except water and rocks, and I didn't know what the burning smell was caused by.

"Yo, Lao Yang, you're awake." Although he just crawled out of the water, Zongtian's mood seems to be quite good.

"What have you been tossing around all night?" Probably because Zongtian jumped into the water with a body of fire just now, the mist floated out of the water again, and Zongtian's figure was also drowned in such a haze.

"It's just a fireball." Although Zongtian's voice was full of course, Yang Ling didn't understand what such words meant.

"What hit a fireball?"

Yang Ling's question was greeted by a silence, and then there seemed to be another flame in this mist, but then it was similar to before, suddenly bursting flames, and then there was the sound of falling water.

"Wait, you wait." Before he could climb up this time, the sound of Zongtian came from the water, and Yang Ling simply waited.

The flames ignited again, and Yang Ling was also ready to watch the fireworks and diving again, but this time it was a little different, the fireball actually flew towards him quickly after jumping up and down a few times, and Yang Ling was also surprised to dodge to the side because of the not slow speed. However, what surprised Yang Ling was more than that, seeing that the fireball was about to fly past him, but the flames suddenly burst out there, and Yang Ling was also a little helpless to dodge again.

"It's pretty good." Although the power of that flame was still up for debate, such a fast fireball coupled with that explosion full of surprise also made Yang Ling give a high rating.

"Actually......" I don't know if Yang Ling's praise came too suddenly, Zong Tian's reaction turned out to be a lot more normal, "It was just a coincidence just now." ”

"Coincidence?"

"yes, the explosion just now was just a coincidence." The soul creation appeared at this time, different from Zongtian, the soul creation at this time seemed to be a little unspirited, and Yang Ling, who saw this, also frowned slightly.

"Zongtian used a strange method to speed up the fireball, whether it can succeed or not has a big luck component, and that method will also cause the instability of the fireball, but in my opinion, even so, Xiaotian has already done a very difficult thing."

"How?" Faced with the words of soul creation, Yang Ling also became a little interested.

"Hit ...... with your fists" is probably because this idea is a little too unreliable, and the soul creation seems to have a feeling that it can't be continued.

"Oh?" Such an unreliable thing seemed to really arouse Yang Ling's interest, and at this time, he also walked towards the vague figure of Zongtian.

Seeing Zongtian's appearance again, Yang Ling seemed to be even more surprised than when he saw the fireball just now, but he couldn't be happy to see such a surprise Zongtian. Although Zongtian has tried hard for such an expression several times, it is like wearing a ghost mask to scare people, but the person is startled after you take off the mask, and that feeling can only be described as complicated.

Zongtian's appearance at this time can probably only be described as miserable, not only is his body covered in charred black, but even most of his hair has been burned, and Yang Ling finally understands where that burnt smell comes from.

"What are you?"

"It's just a fire." Looking at the toothless smile on that black face, Yang Ling also realized that Zongtian's teeth were quite white at this time.

"You can clean up first, don't worry." It's really a little unbearable, Yang Ling didn't force Zongtian to immediately show him the previous skills.

The small pond finally regained its tranquility at this point, and after the noise was gone, the somewhat unusual mist finally dissipated. First, he washed off the scorched black on his body, and then went to deal with the stains on his clothes, but fortunately, those stains were just rubbed on, after all, only the armor that was directly burned by the fire just now.

Although it was simply rubbed with water on the blackened area, the wetness of the clothes seemed to be no different from that of washing it directly, and Zongtian also discovered another wonderful use of fireballs at this time, that is, it could dry clothes. Just looking at the fireball that had shrunk a lot, I didn't know if Zongtian had some hallucinations at this time, but the fire was smaller enough not to let Zongtian roast his clothes.

Looking at his clothes, which are already a little unseemly, although there are still a lot of gray and black places on them, he can only put them on helplessly, and at this time, he finally has some appearance of surviving in the wild. appeared in front of Yang Ling again, and Zongtian's appearance also made Yang Ling frown, but when Zongtian looked at Yang Ling's still snow-white white coat, he couldn't help frowning at this time.

"Why are you so clean?"

"Because I'm particular." While saying this, Yang Ling also shook his white coat like a big coat.

"I ......" has no reason to refute such words, and his embarrassment is indeed his own fault, but the results of this night still make Zongtian satisfied. While thinking about such a thing, the fireball also appeared on Zongtian's fingertips again, and it seemed that the night of the attempt gave Zongtian a lot of confidence, and a small fireball was also on the five fingers of Zongtian's right hand, constantly passing back and forth.

"What are you doing?!" Yang Ling suddenly became nervous, and the fireball was also snatched away by him, and then with just a seemingly random pinch, the fireball turned into a puff of white smoke in his palm.

It seems that he is also a little distracted because of exhaustion, Zongtian only realized at this time how dangerous his behavior just now was, after all, he was completely defenseless at this time, even if it was just such a small flame, it was possible to take his life, and this feeling of exhaustion at this time seemed to be because it had not appeared for too long, and this kind of thing that should be taken for granted, Zongtian actually felt a little fresh at this time.

"Looks like the soul maker missed a lesson." Yang Ling saw Zongtian's appearance and seemed to have grasped the key to the problem, "Will you collect the soul energy around you?" ”

"Collect?" It's a completely unfamiliar word, and Zongtian seems to have thought of something from that word, yesterday he released fireballs almost unscrupulously, even low-level magic doesn't seem to be so abused, and this is based on the fact that he doesn't know how to collect soul energy, so isn't everything last night just a consumption?

"Sister Soul Maker?" Thinking of this, Zongtian naturally thought of the sister who helped him manage his soul energy, and the other party's somewhat weak voice also made him a little panicked.

"Hmm." It's just such a light voice, and the appearance of the soul is also full of exhaustion.

"Stay here today." Although Yang Ling's appearance was not very worried, such words also revealed a little solemnity, and Zongtian was honestly waiting for his next words.

"You're a revenant now......"

"It's an equal contract." The soul maker still has the strength to complain, but doesn't she usually call Yang Ling the Demon Emperor?

"If only you knew what I meant." For interrupting his soul-making, Yang Ling didn't have any special emotions.

"Although your body is a little special, but in the current situation, you can only rely on yourself for the time being."

Listening to Yang Ling's words, Zongtian also looked at the soul-making that fell into his hands, as if he was already sleepy and confused, and the soul-making actually helped Zongtian ignite a fireball just now under such circumstances.