139. Playing with fire**

In the huge, empty black space, it seemed that there were only the two of them gasping for breath. Feng Weiyang was shocked by this huge space, and looked at the light in Mo Tong's hand, completely unaware that there was no reflection of them in the water under their feet.

Ink Pupil thought of the [Dark City], and disappeared out of thin air in the same way, leaving only a huge void and a thick black. If you guess correctly, it should be burned by demon beads. Because they've all gotten demon beads.

At that time, when she saw that the [Dark City] was destroyed into a pit for a day, she did not go down to investigate carefully, and now that she is unlucky, it can almost be regarded as a good opportunity.

Seeing Feng Weiyang playing with fire, Mo Tong didn't bother to care about him, and quietly squatted down and pressed on the boulder under his feet, just casually glanced at the crisis lurking in the water. Saying that it was too late, Mo Tong suddenly stood up, grabbed Feng Weiyang and quickly retreated, and at the same time snatched the flame from Feng Weiyang's hand to play, and a seal expanded several times, directly smashing on the boulder they were standing on.

The flames streaked across the boulder and fell directly onto the water, and the wide surface of the water burned violently like grease on fire, and then, the great river that stretched across this strange space burned like a huge fire dragon.

As the flames burned, the fire dragon kept swinging, with no head in front and no tail in the back, only feeling that it was very long, long and endless. Feng Weiyang was simply stunned.

The two stood still, and the ink pupil glanced at Feng Weiyang, and found that the latter had a dead face, and raised his hand to point a finger of flame on Feng Weiyang's forehead. Bursts of warm energy flowed from Mo Tong's fingertips to Feng Weiyang's body.

With the infusion of ink pupil energy, Feng Weiyang's numb and drowsy head began to wake up, and even his body became warmer. Then I looked at the river, and it was no longer a river, but thousands of resentful spirits, whining and wailing under the flames.

Piercing ghost screams filled the space, sending chills down the spine and scalp tingling.

No wonder he almost drowned.

Some of the larger, more ferocious undead screamed to rush over and kill the two of them, but unfortunately they were trapped by the flames cast by the ink pupils, and they couldn't break free at all.

The fire of the ink pupil is like (spring chūn) grass, which does not burn the plain but burns the soul.

Those ghosts were trapped in the sea of fire and could not burn to death and could not break free, so they could only repeat the process of burning and recovering from their injuries, as if they were comparing anyone's patience.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the ghosts seem to have gotten used to the burning of the flames, and the ghostly cries have gradually weakened. Mo Pupil, who was sitting on the side playing with his fingers, suddenly evoked a wicked smile, and a little bit of fire rose from his left index finger.

This time she wasn't in a hurry to attack or anything, just to move the flame between her five fingers. Once the flame was transmitted on the fingertips, the flame flew upwards for a minute, and finally the whole hand was ignited to form a huge torch.

Mo Tong clasped his hands together, compressed the torch in the palm of his hand, and finally separated the two hands, and the torch was divided into ten parts, burning on the tips of each finger.

In that ghostly river, the timid were frightened by the ten flames at the fingertips of the ink pupil. Just a lump burned them enough,

These ten regiments will be burned all over again.

Others shouted even more fiercely, quite disdainful of the flames in Mo Tong's hands, and shouted that they would rather die standing than live on their knees.

Mo Tong didn't speak, and continued to spin the flames around his fingertips, turning into one at a time, and ten at a time. Probably tired of playing for a while, he put ten flames into the enchantment one after another and handed them to Feng Weiyang, instructing them to throw one over if they screamed too fiercely, and one over if they weren't fierce.

It's almost the first time it's gone.

"Where are you going?"

"Wander around."

Seeing Mo Tong go away, Feng Weiyang could only play with fire although he was reluctant. If she didn't go around, they could be trapped here. Either you will be killed by these ghosts, or you will be starved to death, and you will not be able to escape.

The ink pupil disappeared into the darkness in the distance, and Feng Weiyang stared at the ten flames beside her, trying not to miss her.

Seeing Mo Tong go away, those ghosts began to roar, not in the heat of the fire, but in defiance of her Feng Weiyang's call as a spiritual cultivator.

Feng Weiyang smiled faintly, and flicked a flame floating on the side of the (body shēn) into the long fire dragon like an ink pupil, and the ghost trapped in the long river of flames was immediately burned to the point that the ghost cried wolf.

However, they seemed to be on the same page as Feng Weiyang, Rao was about to be scorched, and countless ghosts gathered together, changing the direction of the river in one place.

The fire dragon that spanned the entire strange space kept writhing and playing in circles, and the unfortunate Feng Weiyang was trapped in this fire circle.

The ghosts endured the severe pain and roared to kill Feng Weiyang, looking at the gradually shrinking encirclement, Feng Weiyang also felt that his soul began to burn in pain.

The pain did not frighten him, but a twisted madness appeared on his face.

was looked down upon by Feng Siyue, looked down upon by the Feng clan, and even looked down upon by an inexplicable passerby...... Now even ghosts look down on people, what a failure in life! They trampled and crushed all his pride—

How can he catch up with Feng Yiling, who was born with a superior reputation, how can he make Mo Tong take a more look at him, how can he get ahead-

No, he hates those disgusted glances!

These damn things!

All damn it!

The ghosts trapped in the sea of fire screamed and reached out to grab Feng Weiyang. Feng Weiyang smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he threw all the remaining nine flames on the side of (身shēn) into the sea of fire. For example, the small flame of the grass burning soul suddenly rises three zhang high, and the fire that was originally supported by the ghost's jealousy is burned to ashes by some ghosts with lower ability, and the energy is more supported, and the flame soars higher.

Even some powerful ghosts were scorched by the flames, and the repair speed of the injured spirits slowed down.

The flames continued to rise, and the ghosts trapped in the fire began to dwindle, and they no longer shouted, but trembled.

In the distance, the ink pupils rushed back at the speed of light, unable to dissolve the explosion that had expanded into a dazzling luminous body before it could merge into the sea of fire.

A basketball rising from a cage in a sea of fire

The flames of size began to expand wildly at a speed that was visible to the eye, and just burst open at the moment when the ink pupil threw out the enchantment, exploding countless balls of flames.

A violent wave of air surged up with the explosion, directly blowing off the surface space overhead, blasting it into slag.

Just after the first wave of shock ((swing dàng) dàng), the ink pupil's enchantment was irresponsibly shattered, and at the same time, the second wave of impact exploded, and the ink pupil threw out the magic weapon and went up against the qi wave. A small safe space is carved out behind it (身shēn).

After two waves of earthquakes ((swing dàng) dàng), the furious factor in the air quieted down. Feng Weiyang, who had escaped by hiding near the ink pupil, and the ghosts were relieved of their suspicions, huddled together with each other, and watched in horror as everything outside the enchantment melted.

"Smack."

Cracks began to appear in the magic weapon barrier, and a scorching (hot) regurgitation (hot) qi rushed straight in, and the ink pupil fell into the ten-meter-deep crater that was melted by the explosion under his feet.

She could have sworn that this was really the worst time she had ever been blown up in all so many years of playing with fire.

Countless fireballs erupted and melted the rocks on the side, and the whole space was dry (hot), burning people's souls.

When the ghosts saw the barrier break, they immediately dived into the river. It's a pity that the water of the Styx River in the river is completely burned dry by the violent (heat) amount, and there is nowhere to hide. As the surface cracked, a strong light shone down from the outside.

Seeing the light, they had to look around for the shadow (Yin yīn) to hide.

Feng Weiyang knew that he was in trouble, and for these ghosts, Mo Tong's attitude was not to burn them to death, and immediately endured the pain to sacrifice the enchantment for those ghosts to hide.

After a while, Mo Tong crawled out of the pit more than ten meters deep, his face was scorched, even his hair was scorched, and a handful of them turned into ashes and volatilized, and the clothes on his clothes were also blown into tatters, but his skin was covered with a layer of ash at the bottom of the pot, comparable to that of an African refugee.

Mo Tong gasped, and a large cloud of black smoke erupted from his mouth, as if he was performing a squib, a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, all the ghosts cast their eyes on Feng Weiyang.

"Motong, how are you?" Feng Weiyang walked up to Motong (身shēn) with deep remorse and asked.

Mo Tong sat on the ground and waved his hand, "Don't talk to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and want to strangle you!" ”

Feng Weiyang wanted to say that he didn't mean it, he really didn't mean it, but it didn't help.

After the fire and explosion, the ghosts were much more honest. Compared to the tens of thousands of ghostly companions in the long river, they were only one thousandth of the remnants that survived. All the violence disappeared in the incineration, so when the ink pupil interrogated them, they knew everything and said everything.

After learning about Situ Jianyuan and the Demon Bead incident, Mo Tong took them out of the huge pit that was burned by the Demon Bead. But the wish is gone with the wind.

Back on the surface, the mysterious military base was largely burned by the enormous energy generated by the fireball's explosion. The huge, deep black pit is like the entrance to hell, and it is terrifying.

Mo Tong and Feng Weiyang left quickly without making any stops.

This earthquake not only burned half of Mangshan, but also alarmed the Gaoling City Branch of the Seventh Department and the Municipal Security Department

and so on.

After all, Gaoling City was shaken like a major earthquake, a large number of houses collapsed, and the tofu slag project was directly exposed. The casualties were not large.

Countless military and police officers have been dispatched to rescue and rescue people, and their superiors are even more concerned.

Among them, the most severely shocked was the head office of the Gu Consortium, the real estate fell apart directly, and the reports from all sides almost flew into the sky. Another blow after Feng Yiling's strong suppression methods.

Of course, these follow-up treatments are no longer in the scope of Motong's concern.

After solving the Situ Jianyuan incident, Mo Tong and Feng Weiyang flew directly to the [Silence] headquarters in Germany.

I didn't expect to meet Feng Yiling on the plane, but by coincidence, Feng Yiling's location happened to be next to them. Feng Weiyang had every reason to suspect that this Feng Yiling was in some kind of relationship, and investigated their itinerary.

After all, when the head of the Feng family travels, there is a private plane.

His intuition told him that Feng Yiling's feelings for Mo Tong were by no means as simple as the friendship between senior brothers and sisters.

(End of chapter)