This set of recipes comes from a mysterious temple.

During the Hell Cliff challenge, Tang Ling used it publicly, and then was called the first generation.

So what's so magical about it? Will it be solemnly carved in that temple? What's the difference that it will be exclaimed as the first generation by so many big people?

If Tang Ling knew all this and asked him to answer, he would definitely not be able to answer.

Because before this, this set of tricks had always been regarded by Tang Ling as chicken ribs, and it could only emit a flame, what was the meaning? You must know that even a gifted fire-attribute quasi-purple moon warrior can emit flames of such power.

But before, everything was finally turned upside down!

This is the difference that Tang Ling sensed with his precision instinct when he pinched the third trick, what is the difference?

To put it simply, Tang Ling can sense the existence of fire in the air, what is it? Then, it's time to sense them.

As for why this is the case? The reason Tang Ling was not clear, according to his experience with this set of techniques, when he pinched the third technique, he should have started to mobilize his energy and prepare to operate in the body.

But at this time, Tang Ling's precision instinct had a special feeling, and he clearly 'saw' fire for the first time in the flow of energy.

"Oxygen, pure oxygen is flowing..."

"A strange ingredient unknown to pre-civilization technology, no, it should be a flowing energy."

"If you can mobilize it, you can accurately encapsulate the oxygen in the air."

"Well, control it, it..."

At that moment, Tang Ling's brain was extremely clear, but it was also at that moment that Tang Ling understood that he couldn't do that kind of flowing energy resonance, and then he went to capture and encapsulate oxygen, and he didn't understand how to produce flames after encapsulating oxygen?

But with Tang Ling's cleverness, he knew very well that he could be so clear with his precise instinct, and the first time he saw this kind of energy, it must not be for nothing!

What is the reason for that? Needless to say? It must be this recipe from the mysterious temple.

Even Tang Ling knew that it didn't work when he played this trick before, it should be because of environmental problems.

The biggest difference between here and the outside world is that it is full of flames, and that strange energy should be born with flames!

"If I had encountered such an environment earlier, and happened to pinch this set of tricks again, maybe I would have discovered it earlier." At that moment, Tang Ling's heart was full of chagrin, but he also knew that he was not the darling of the world, and the possibility of such a coincidence happening was too small.

But it was already a surprise to have such a discovery, since because of the trick you can see 'it' and see that strange energy, then if this trick continues, there will definitely be discoveries.

At that time, it was when Kun Heya saw Tang Ling quickly pinching his hand tricks.

Indeed, Tang Ling's judgment was not wrong.

With the pinching of the technique, that energy became clearer and clearer in Tang Ling's eyes, and he was also very pleasantly surprised to find that this technique seemed to have the effect of gathering that strange energy, and with the fifth technique, those strange energies had begun to gather towards Tang Ling.

At the same time, the energy in Tang Ling's body also began to run along with that strange route.

The difference is that the current Tang Ling's precision instinct can also act on himself, and at that moment, he suddenly had a hint of realization in his mind, he wanted to use the precision instinct to sense himself.

Tang Ling believed very much in the intuition that came from the bottom of his heart, and the next moment he used his precise instinct to begin to sense the flow of his own energy.

This was the first time Tang Ling had done this, and he found that the energy running in his body actually contained the strange energy in the air!

It's just that the energy from itself is so weak, and when it runs according to a strange route, it is constantly being 'refined' and turned into another .....

"What's the other one? I feel that this energy is close to me. ”

"This closeness is not because it comes from me, it should be. Boss Huang once said a truth, even if it is his own body, it is also a machine that runs accurately. The brain is the 'me' that controls this machine. ”

"The stronger the brain, the more precise the control of the machine. So even the energy of my body itself is not necessarily something I can control, it is the strange route that makes it friendly to me. ”

"But what is this affinity for?"

Tang Ling began to think non-stop, and at that time, that is, when Kun Heya saw that Tang Ling's speed of pinching his hand began to slow down.

It was at this moment that the energy had reached Tang Ling's brain, and according to the past, this energy would run a route in the brain, and then come back, and finally condense in the palm of his hand.

And this time, it was precisely because of Tang Ling's precise observation that he finally discovered a mystery!

It's that when the energy passes through his brain, it is contaminated with a trace of his spiritual power!

"It turns out..."Tang Ling suddenly had a realization.

Now, the energy has begun to flow back, and there are only so many tricks that Tang Ling has learned in the past, so if the tricks can continue, definitely, definitely...

Tang Ling began to get excited, and those remaining tricks had been deeply engraved in his mind.

He began to try to pinch the next completely unfamiliar technique, which he couldn't pinch because his own energy and mental strength were too good to support the whole set of tricks.

But this time, the first remaining trick Tang Ling pinched successfully.

It was also this time that Tang Ling began to have a huge surprise in his eyes, because he found that this time he pinched his hand trick, and a trace of such strange energy was peeled out of his body.

It is said that this little bit of energy can only support him to barely finish this move, but the change also happened at this time, because those strange energies in the air, the strange energy that had originally gathered towards Tang Ling, actually began to enter Tang Ling's body as his trick progressed.

This kind of energy, Tang Ling didn't know if it was a specific substance? Or just like psychic power or various waves... Existence, in short, it was absorbed by Tang Ling's body in this way, and began to gather in Tang Ling's dantian, and began to flow automatically according to that strange route.

Tang Ling couldn't hold back the feeling of surprise and started to move on to the next trick again...

His speed was getting slower and slower, but every trick he had never learned was beaten out by him one after another.

On the surface, Tang Ling's speed was slow, only Tang Ling knew in his heart what an amazing 'energy storm' was happening in his body!

More and more of that strange energy in the air began to be absorbed by Tang Ling, and one energy after another worked, and then contaminated his spiritual power.

However, in this case, the spiritual power is not much, it is like just putting a brand on these energies, a special brand that belongs to Tang Ling's own, and then it continues to flow.

As the technique progressed, Tang Ling found that the strange route could purify this energy again and again, and the purified energy would become stronger, and then it would flow to his brain again, and be branded with a little more spiritual imprint.

What is it for? Of course Tang Ling knew that this was for control!

Because of the support of these energies, Tang Ling had successfully completed several of them.

At this time, that strange energy had already become a state of almost liquidity, just like the compressed energy in the dantian.

It was also at this time that Tang Ling felt a 'limit' of himself, which was a limit at this stage! It's that his body can no longer absorb the strange energy in the air.

Absorb it again, and he will burst his meridians with these energies!

But!

Tang Ling's eyes flashed with incomparably excited light, as he found that it was because of the existence of this energy in his body.

He began to become affinity for the flames, how to explain this sentence? That is, he himself can begin to 'resonate' with the energies that are still present in the air.

He began to realize that he could use this energy to envelop oxygen, which in turn produced fire through a special concussion.

Not only that, but he can also use this energy to envelop the flames that are already burning, and then manipulate them.

The trick is still going on, and it seems to be proving Tang Ling's second point, when the trick is going to the penultimate one.

The energy in his body began to stretch out like a tentacle, resonating with the strange energy in the air, and a trace of energy drove a wave of energy, and began to move towards the fire in the silver liquid.

The energy completely enveloped a burst of firelight.

And when he saw the senior sergeant of the Silverfin Clan, his eyes turned into an incomparably shocked, incomparably indignant despair!

What is this kid's strange gesture of pinching? Why did it feel like he had mastered the talent of the Silverwing Clan in an instant?

Not only that, but at a certain moment, this high-ranking sergeant of the Silver-Winged Clan sensed a certain change in Tang Ling, and became resonant with its bloodline, just like the same kind.

And what is the bloodline of the Silverwings? Born with a love for flames! Why is this so?

The senior sergeant of the Silverwing Clan was extremely depressed, which was something more terrible to him than death.

Yes, he now exists in the Great Tower of Nirvana, and he doesn't know in what form he exists. Here, time becomes meaningless, let alone the concept of race.

But this kind of thing is strange, it exists in the gene chain, and it is a secret that has not yet been solved, even if they are the Heavenly Wing Clan, they have no solution!

So, it is impossible to face everything about race and remain indifferent.

This lowly, inferior race of humanity has long since ceased to be as glorious as it once was! But he actually cracked the secret of the Silverwing?! What is this? It's really a desperate thing.... Do humans want it again?!

In the desperate gaze of this high-ranking sergeant of the Silverwinged Clan, the stream of flames began to slowly be pulled away from the silver liquid.

And it was at this time that Tang Ling finally began to play the last trick with difficulty!

That stream of flames rose higher and higher, and it was already more than ten meters away from the silver liquid, and it began to approach Tang Ling's side very, very slowly, as it had gathered around this high-ranking sergeant of the Silver Winged Clan before.

The high-ranking sergeant of the Silverwinged Clan couldn't move at all, he was a puddle of rotten meat, but whenever he had some strength, he wanted to clench his fists, as if only in this way could he have a sense of security and authenticity.

Is this really not a dream? This human teenager went from not knowing anything at all to being a... A person who is close to his own level? What is this strange set of gestures?

Perhaps it was the heavens that began to sympathize with this high-ranking sergeant of the Silver-winged Clan, and suddenly stopped after the flow of flames moved towards Tang Ling less than five meters.

At this moment, Tang Ling worked hard to close his hands, and the last trick was finally completed, but his whole body began to tremble hard!

That stream of flames began to tremble strangely with Tang Ling, and after shaking for about ten seconds, it finally began to collapse uncontrollably, and then dispersed into flames, smashing to the ground like a stream of water, and instantly turned into one spark after another.

'Whew', Tang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the sparks on the ground with some pity, and sighed: "It's a failure." ”

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha..."In the face of Tang Ling's defeat, the sergeant of the Silver Winged Clan began to laugh wildly as if he had put a heavy stone in his heart.

Tang Ling was very calm, looked at the senior sergeant of the Silver Winged Clan and asked lightly, "Have you laughed enough?" ”

"Haha, how do I laugh enough? There is an ancient language on your planet called 'Dong Shi Xiao Feng'. It's supposed to be you. I'll just say, how can you inferior humans learn our methods? Even if you rely on some strange methods, you are inferior! Inferior! We are born...."The senior sergeant of the Silverwing Clan became a little crazy.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I'll succeed next time, don't you think? Tang Ling squatted down, and when he said this, he looked at the crazy senior sergeant of the Silverwing Clan with some pity.

It was such an understatement, but the senior sergeant of the Silverwing Clan was stunned for a moment, as if his neck was suddenly choked, and he couldn't laugh anymore, he looked at Tang Ling with some fear.

Tang Ling's face was expressionless, and his dislike for this race also came from the soul and was hidden in the genes of human beings.

So he stood up, and said in that faint, calm voice, "Although I failed to control that flame flow, I have learned something, let me show you once." ”

"I don't look, I don't look, I'm #Y(&)%..."The senior sergeant of the Silverwing Clan lost control and began to shout frantically, he even shook his head so hard, he was out of control to the point that he couldn't communicate with Tang Ling in the lingua franca of the planet in the end, but shouted out a language that Tang Ling was completely unfamiliar with.

But Tang Ling didn't pay attention to him at all, but began to pinch his hand tricks again, and this time the speed was faster and more proficient than the last time.

With the pinching of Tang Ling's hand, the kind that made the senior sergeant of the Silver Wing Clan desperate, the strange resonance from the bloodline began to appear again.

And this time, Tang Ling didn't finish pinching this trick, but stopped when he was two-thirds of the way through, and as soon as his right hand stretched out, a condensed, blazing flame trident appeared in Tang Ling's hand.

The trident exuded unbelievable heat, and Tang Ling tilted his head, looked at the senior sergeant of the Silver-winged Clan on the ground, and asked, "Is it wonderful?" ”

The senior sergeant of the Silver Winged Clan had completely lost his eyes, and he turned a deaf ear to Tang Ling's words.

Tang Ling closed his eyes, and he could also feel this flame trident, just like a continuation of his own, because this flame trident had been completely branded with Tang Ling's own spiritual power.

"The right way, that's how it should have killed you." As he spoke, Tang Ling actually held this flame trident with his hand.

The heat of that fire didn't hurt Tang Ling at all, and the imprint of that spiritual power was so strange.

It was so strange that Tang Ling felt that it was completely different from the Silverwing's control of fire, but why was it different? Tang Ling felt that he still needed to understand it further! And the direction was already clear in Tang Ling's heart.

"Go!" Tang Ling let go of his hand and threw it hard, and the flame trident with a whistling sound instantly rushed in front of the senior sergeant of the Silver Winged Clan, and then slammed into its chest.

The high enough heat easily burned through the skin, blood, and muscles of the high-ranking sergeant of the Silverwing, and pierced it directly into its heart.

This race is really similar to humans, and even if the location of the internal organs is subtly different, there are still mostly the same internal organs, such as the heart.

The high temperature turned the heart of the senior sergeant of the Silverwing Clan into a piece of coke, Tang Ling waved his hand calmly, and the flame trident dispersed, while Tang Ling walked up to the senior sergeant, squatted down and looked at its corpse and said, "My fire, you don't have any way to deal with it, do you?" ”

"Why is that? I'll definitely have an answer. ”

"I've found the right way, but it's just scratching the surface, and I'm going to make you despair."

"I'm not lying, because I seem to have found some direction?" Tang Ling had a confident but also cold smile on his face.

For this race, he could not respect them as a kind of life in the slightest!

And after Tang Ling said these words, that strange force appeared again, pulling Tang Ling out of this space.

**

"Clearance Evaluation: A+, in the final battle, the character approached the correct way to fight..."

Tang Ling stood in the trimming area, quietly listening to the evaluation given to him from the Dream Domain, and at this time, his heart finally fell, no matter what the reward was? What Tang Ling couldn't allow was that he hadn't been sharpened in the Tower of Nirvana.

Now that he has found the right path, then he can finally use the Tower of Nirvana to sharpen himself.

"Reward five Dream Coins."

The mechanical sound of the Dream Domain was finally over, and Tang Ling didn't get any permission promotion, but these were not important to Tang Ling at all at this time, because he now had enough confidence that he could clear the Nirvana Giant Tower with a score of S and above.

"I have a total of 22 Dream Coins now." Tang Ling began to count his dream coins, the first three levels will reward 3 dream coins for each A-level clearance, and after entering the medium difficulty, the A-level clearance will reward 4 dream coins, plus the 5 you just got...

How much is that? Definitely not! Tang Ling had gained a lot in the previous dream, and he didn't think that there were many dream coins this time, but these dream coins should be enough to achieve what he wanted to do.

Thinking about it, Tang Ling began to click on the super brain in front of him, and with a quick inquiry, the price soon appeared in Tang Ling's eyes.

Return to the first floor of the Great Tower of Nirvana, a dream coin.

Level 2 – Two Dream Coins.

Three floors – two Dream Coins.

On medium difficulty, it takes three Dream Coins to go back, and four Dream Coins are needed for the six layers just now.

Seeing this price, Tang Ling had an urge to scold his mother, this is to calculate his dream coins, right?

If you go back and forth by yourself, you will only become a poor egg in the end.

This is the only way to force yourself to clear the level with better results, not just S, so that you can replenish yourself with more dream coins, and if the authority can be improved, maybe you can get a little discount? Otherwise, when I see Kun, I may really become a poor bastard.

So if you clear the level with this correct fur, you will get an S-level evaluation, and what is the more in-depth correctness? This definitely needs a more advanced, more powerful way...

Tang Ling sat down at the table and began to recall the previous battle, and began to analyze the little points he had grasped before little by little, he didn't even care about eating, drinking, and supplementing, and began to fall into thinking....

**

"So..." Han Xing spat out the blood foam in his mouth and staggered to his feet.

At this time, all the wounds on his body were large and small, some of the wounds were deep to the bone, and what was even more terrifying was the piece between the abdomen, which was neatly cut off a piece of flesh and blood, and the white ribs were faintly exposed...

This is actually not very good for Korean stars! Isn't it common to get injured in battle? Just like Tang Ling's guy, he often dances between life and death, and in his vague memory, he seems to have died for the battle and came back to life...

These Korean stars don't remember too clearly, because he can be sure that he has been stolen a memory that can't see the light, leaving only some vague shadows.

But Han Xing didn't try to recover that memory, just because the memory that might bring serious consequences doesn't need to be remembered now.

But even so, a deep seed was planted in Han Xing's heart, and only fearless battles would lead to greater gains.

Especially for him, he already has enough sword talent, but he still wants to go further, even to the end, for the sake of the sword in his hand.

So, what's the point of being injured?

"Throw in the towel?" A cold voice appeared.

A figure with a height of only about one meter and two meters also stood in front of Han Xing, this is the 'monster' that Han Xing met this time.

It looks like a creature that is a little weak, short, thin, and the only thing worth noting is its arms, which are a little different in terms of proportions, obviously only one meter and two meters tall, but the arms are full eighty centimeters, except for the head, almost hanging on the ground.

What's even more terrifying is that it is such an arm, and it can be extended, so the short sword in its hand becomes even more powerful, and what if its sword is accompanied by a magnetic force and repulsion?

Is this the innate instinct of this monster? Han Xing didn't bother to think about this question anymore, what he was thinking about was his father's words: "What is the real sword?" Yes, the answer you need to look for is - what is the purity of the sword? ”

Oh, yes? And what is it?

"Human, throw in the towel! You can't fight anymore! "Maybe it's the same swordsman, this monster also has some kendo spirit, it doesn't feel so hateful, it just wants to pressure Han Xing to admit defeat.

And this monster didn't lie, on the surface, Han Xing was indeed unable to fight anymore, because in addition to the terrible injury on his abdomen, Han Xing's arm was also twisted at a miraculous angle, that was in the previous battle, the monster erupted with a huge repulsion, so that Han Xing's sword that concentrated all his strength was swept away by this strange repulsion, and the result was that the arm was broken like this.

This is Han Xing's hand holding the sword, it was twisted and broken like this, why should he fight again?!

This is already a hellish level, and it is the seventh level. It's just that less than five minutes have passed, even if Han Xing doesn't want to admit defeat, why does he think that he can drag through this seventh level and let the dream automatically evaluate him as a failure?

Dignity and life, Han Xing can only choose the same! He was different from the situation Tang Ling faced before, he didn't retain any strength at all.

However, what people didn't expect was that in the face of his opponent, he made him admit defeat, and in exchange for Han Xing staggering to his feet.

Spit out the blood foam in his mouth, and said with a weird smile: "So.... Do you think you're really a swordsman? Did you really win? ”

The monster's face showed a look of displeasure and impatience: "I see, do you want to retain the dignity of a swordsman and choose death?" Then I will fulfill you. ”

Han Xing's twisted hand was no longer strong, and he could only barely hook his sword with his crooked fingers, he laughed nonchalantly, and then grabbed his sword with his other hand, and said: "You are wrong, I don't want you to fulfill my death, but I want to fight with you again, life and death no longer matter." ”

"Fight again?" A mocking look appeared on the monster's face.

"Fight again! What is a sword that relies on external forces? Your sword is not a pure sword at all. Han Xing shouted, inserted the sword in his hand, and stuck it in front of him.

The monster was furious all of a sudden, and raised the sword in his hand: "You will die under my sword to prove my sword." ”

As he spoke, the monster stabbed with a sword, and its arm was extended, and there was no way to avoid it.

At this time, Han Xing held his sword with one hand, and had no intention of avoiding it at all, and the strange thing was that the sword he held began to vibrate violently.

"I trust you completely."

The monster's sword had already stabbed in front of Han Xing's eyes, and at this time, Han Xing's sword inserted in the ground had already shaken to the extreme, Han Xing let go at this moment, and the sword automatically jumped up from the ground!

'Zheng' sounded, just blocking the tip of the monster's sword with the blade of the sword, and then as if someone was using it, a standard swinging sword style, swinging away the monster's sword.

At the moment of swinging, the familiar magnetic force on the monster's sword came again.

But it was also at this time that a phantus that was exactly the same as his sword appeared on Han Xing's sword body, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the monster.

"What's, what is this?" The monster's face showed deep puzzlement.

And Han Xing didn't intend to answer, his eyes were closed from beginning to end, and his face was full of beads of sweat the size of beans....

'Brush', the phantom sword stabbed at the monster, the monster would never think that this phantom sword had no damage, it subconsciously returned to the sword, and automatically exerted repulsion, wanting to block this phantom sword.

The strange thing is that this Phantom Sword was really blocked, but at the moment it was blocked, this sword shattered all of a sudden, turning into hundreds of fine and dense small swords, all from various tricky angles, using the most standard basic movements of the sword 'stabbing, picking, winding....', etc., and once again stabbed at the monster in front of him.

'Puff puff', the sound of a series of swords piercing into the body came, and the repulsion of the monster, and the face in his hand that was so skillfully applied by it, were completely unable to resist the sword stabbed by Han Xing.

Because! These swords are alive! At least some of them are alive! It's like someone is using them, and they will avoid the repulsion and strike again!

How can this be stopped? So what is this illusory sword shadow?

The monster's eyes were full of doubts, and it stood silently in place, dozens of blood holes of different sizes spurting pale red blood from its body.

It used all the strength of its body, and said with great difficulty: "This, is this a pure sword?" ”

"No, it's not, partially." Han Xing opened his eyes, and there was still a look of confusion in his eyes that had not dissipated, and when he said this, the whole person fell to the ground violently.

"Part of it? My people too—" There was a 'poof' and the monster fell to the ground.

The difference is that Han Xing is still breathing, but the monster is completely lifeless.

"Is this my family sword intent? It's too desperate for sword intent. Before he was completely unconscious, Han Xing only had this thought in his head.

And the despair that Han Xing thought about was not that this sword intent was too powerful and made others desperate, but that the cultivators themselves would be desperate because of this sword intent.

It may be the most correct way of the sword, but it is the way of the sword that has no end, and even the path of the end is not clear.

In a coma, Han Xing was rumored out of this space.

When he landed in the trimming area, he vaguely heard an S-class evaluation, a very normal evaluation, Han Xing has always been this evaluation, he is using his sword to defeat all enemies.

Han Xing, the seventh level passed.

**

"Hey, long time no see." Tang Ling had a feeling of trance, and this trance made Tang Ling once again wonder what the life form in this Nirvana Giant Tower was?

Look, it's understandable that the environment is exactly the same, but the exact same enemy, yes, the silverfinch tribe called Akaka has appeared here again, and it seems that he wants to act, what is it?

Tang Ling doesn't want to act with it anymore, what's the point of repeating the routine? This time Tang Ling is the correct Tang Ling! To start the battle in the real right way, Tang Ling directly said hello.

In the other party's surprised gaze, Tang Ling said directly: "You don't have to fight the idea of my weapon, I know that you are very good at playing with fire, let's play with fire together." ”

As he spoke, Tang Ling stood in place and began to quickly pinch his hand, how fast? At Tang Ling's current speed, his fingers were all filled with a phantom.

Arrows of fire began to appear in Tang Ling's palm, and after only five seconds, the fireballs in the silver liquid began to gather towards Tang Ling...

And three seconds ago, Akaka reacted, although the human boy in front of him said strange things, he really wanted to play with fire!

So, the scene that repeats the previous clearance begins! Akaka also began to collect the fireballs in the silver liquid, and began to quickly create arrows of fire, and since the corrosive energy could not corrode Tang Ling's weapons, nor could it be wasted, it began to merge into those arrows of fire.

All of this was seen by Tang Ling, and he was still thinking about some questions quickly in his mind, but at least one problem could be proved now - this set of tricks is not rigid, as long as you collect enough, you can play with fire at will without hitting the tricks to the end, such as the fireballs in these silver liquids, which are much easier to collect than that stream of flames! So, he was able to borrow 'help' very quickly.

And these corrosive energies? In fact, the easiest solution is to attack first, and he is now much faster than Akaka can make rockets, and judging by Akaka's panicked look, it is afraid.

But Tang Ling is not, he is still making one fire arrow after another, he wants an evaluation above S, he can't be sure of something now? But the only thing that is certain is that the deeper the understanding of fire, the closer it is to the most correct way.

He now needs Acaka to cooperate with him to complete and familiarize himself with the control of fire.

Twenty seconds later, hundreds of arrows of fire had gathered around Acaka, and many of them had fused into its corrosive energy.

But Tang Ling's side was terrifying, and there were more than three hundred fire arrows gathered around him, which also made Tang Ling feel a little difficult, and he felt that it was difficult to control.

The good news was that Akaka could not continue any longer, and as soon as it raised its hand, its fire arrows began to shoot towards Tang Ling.

At the same time, Tang Ling's Fire Arrow also met Akaka's Fire Arrow....

**

Fifty-one seconds had passed, and Tang Ling was only allowed to give himself no more than one and a half minutes when he passed it repeatedly.

Kun that guy set a limit of one hour, how long has he been delayed? Through the instinct of precision, Tang Ling knew that it had been 28 minutes.

He had to save at least 25 minutes for a hellish challenge, because no one knew how difficult it would be, and if it was done in the right way.

But does it take a minute and a half at the first level? The answer is no, all the flaming arrows are constantly colliding.

Tang Ling's control is becoming more and more precise, there is no need to control every arrow of fire, what you need to be familiar with is actually that mysterious power, it controls every ray of flame, just like an open net, what you need to grasp is every silk thread on the net!

If this is the case, with the cooperation of precision instinct, what can't be done? Arrows of fire collided head-on, then shattered.

When you encounter corrosive arrows of fire, there will be a steady stream of arrows of fire to come to your aid, winding...

What's more, while Tang Ling is in control, under the premise of the consumption of fire arrows, he can also quickly make one fire arrow after another.

This is indeed not much of an expense for Tang Ling, the mental power required is limited, as for the energy required? As long as the fire mass in the outside world always exists, then Tang Ling will be continuously replenished.

So, in just fifty-one seconds, Akaka was buried in the flames.

And until it died, it was wondering, did he know the young man in front of him? Why is it a long time no see?