The threshold for cultivation in Nanlu is not high.

For those who practice fire-based techniques, only an intermediate qi practitioner can manipulate the furnace fire, and the foundation can be manipulated by a small stream of earth fire, and the ability to snap his fingers to ignite the fire can also be learned early from the beginning of qi training.

After that, the Southern Continent is the same as the Eastern Continent, the Western Continent, and the Middle Continent, the higher the cultivation, the greater the ability. People with high cultivation tend to have more power in the fire they control.

Cultivating to the Mahayana realm, it is said that one can not be afraid of earth fire.

However, if you go higher after the Mahayana, what kind of scene and realm will it be, I don't know.

Not only did Qianyan not know, but even those cultivators in Nanlu themselves didn't seem to know where the supreme realm was. After all, when the world is withering, no one knows what it will be like when the cultivation reaches the sky.

So, the Thousand Deaths only heard:

Legend has it that the heavenly fire is not controlled by man.

Because the demon fire is unique to the demon beasts, the beasts in the demon world are stubborn, so the demon fire is also not controlled by human spells.

Not to mention the wildfires - at most, the world has only seen them from afar on the Fire Phoenix Banner, and no one can move the wildfire, even if Tianzun descends to earth, he can only watch from a distance, and cannot blaspheme.

In this way, it is really difficult to control the water and fire.

"The young master of a thousand deaths is very studious today!"

Fu Zimo smiled and quipped.

Qianyan said "hehe" twice dryly - talking to himself again and again, as if he received his Qianyan's love, but it undoubtedly made him embarrassed, and he almost suspected that Fu Zimo was deliberate!

Isn't it Fu Zimo, that guy sees that Mo Qiu has a bad attitude and wants to pull himself as an ally? Or do you want to act close to yourself, attract Moqiu to suspect him and distract Moqiu?

Or maybe this guy saw that he was asking about Youshui Yu, and rashly stood up to block two sentences, wanting to make Youshui Yu grateful for this? What is the difference between this kind of behavior and sowing discord and singing in vain?

Qianyan pursed his lips in thought.

Although he knew in his heart that Fu Zimo was just showing friendship, Qianyan deliberately thought badly about the other party.

He really doesn't like deep people.

Especially Fu Zimo, whose motive is unknown!

"If you still have questions, why don't you ask them on the way?" Fu Zimo spoke again, and it sounded like she was helping Youshui Yu block the thousand deaths she didn't want to pay attention to, "If you continue to ask like this, I'm afraid that there will be more and more questions, and it will delay the opportunity to save people." ”

Mo Qiu was originally leading the way in front, and immediately turned back when he heard the words.

His gaze was sharp, shooting straight at Fu Zimo's face.

Fu Zimo still looked indifferent, and after looking back at Mo Qiu as if he was puzzled, he immediately changed to a slightly helpless smile and relief.

Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes.

Then, without saying a word, he strode south.

Qian Yan was really irritated by Fu Zimo this time, and glanced at Fu Zimo in a hurry, he didn't say a word, no longer deliberately fell behind, but chased to the front in two steps, and followed Youshui Yu forward.

would rather be coldly regarded by Yu Shuiyu, and Qian Yan would not want to let Fu Zimo talk anymore.

Fortunately, Youshui Yu didn't even give a thousand deaths.

She followed Mo Qiu so seriously, her eyes were sharp and shrewd, and she maintained a high degree of vigilance all the way.

……

Fu Zimo fell last.

He first looked at the people walking in front of him, then withdrew his gaze, slowly stretched out his left hand, and spread his palm slightly. In the palm of his hand was a piccolo less than seven inches long. He stared at it for a long time, his palms clenched slightly.

The gaze fell on the seventh hole.