In front of the turbulent river, a handsome young man dressed in a blue cloud suit was sitting quietly on the hot ground, and a special halo of light was constantly flickering and beating between his eyes.

The scorching heat caused a layer of cracks like cobwebs to appear on the ground that was already a little cracked, which was the power of the aura, which had completely surpassed the magnitude of what nature could germinate.

A trace of hot air seeped out from the crack, wrapping around the body of this solemn Liu Yun, like a naughty elf, making a layer of fine beads of sweat appear on his sweaty forehead again.

Wisps of red mist, like light veils, covered the surface of Liu Yun's body, and gradually gathered towards his hands.

Suddenly, streams of blazing heat burst out from his palm again, exerting on the huge trunk in front of him, causing his slightly dry surface to emit black smoke again due to the scorching heat.

Staring deeply at the junction between the palm and the tree trunk, Liu Yun's breathing suddenly became a little faster, and the beads of sweat on his forehead condensed into drops, dripping down his slightly white cheeks, falling on the palm of the high-temperature condensation, and suddenly turned into a wisp of white mist and disappeared.

At this point, Liu Yun had tried three times at high temperatures, but he had not succeeded in creating a substantial flame, and if he wanted to bake this trunk into the wood ash mentioned in Sun Wukong's mouth, he had to have the participation of flames.

So far, Sun Wukong and others have replaced no less than five trees for Liu Yun, but none of them have become like this, so in their opinion, this power is obviously a bit elusive, at least difficult to control.

Not only that, but the trunk of the tree lying quietly in front of them was now also scorching under the heat, and the lateral plane was rapidly contracting, and it was only the last tree they could use at the moment, and if it had not succeeded, I am afraid that they would have to wait quietly on the other side of the river.

With the gradual transition between them, the section of the trunk placed in front of Liu Yun had already shrunk to the thickness of a thigh due to the continuous roasting of the flames, which was a sign that the trunk was about to completely lose its woody nature, and there was not much time left for them.

On both sides of the trunk, where Liu Yun's palms touched, two clearly visible black handprints appeared, and from a distance, faintly, a terrifying momentum was released, which was the feeling that would sprout after the flame was baked.

As time passed, the concentration of aura in Liu Yun's body became lower and lower, and it had reached the point of almost drying up, and he had to increase his speed as soon as possible to achieve the effect of successful baking.

And the remaining aura can only support Liu Yi to perform the last flame condensation, if it fails again, the trick of the five elements will not be able to be used, and their plan to cross the river will be completely ruined at this moment.

They don't want to see the results of their long-term efforts ruined, and they don't want to let the enemy in front of them get away with it, so the current Liu Yun must work harder to succeed in the last time.

"Brother Liu, don't worry, take your time, the wood just now has a tendency to burn, but your current aura control is not particularly perfect, it will be fine if you try a few more times, maybe, you can condense the power of your hands together to create a special effect?" Looking at the faint bitterness that appeared on Liu Yun's cheeks, the female monk on the side slowly stepped forward and pinched a towel with her slender jade hand, gently helped Liu Yun wipe the sweat from her forehead, her red lips opened slightly, and explained in a low voice.

The question raised by the female monk, Liu Yun himself was very clear, he had a special understanding of the condensation of flames before, but it was obviously not as smooth as the use of other aura, after all, he could not grasp the state of aura.

So, he didn't really know exactly what to do to make this flame successfully condense, and he didn't want to let what he had worked so hard for so long become worthless waste.

In the previous condensation, Liu Yun could clearly feel the high temperature in his palm, which had caused a layer of subtle flames to appear on the surface of the trunk.

But the flame had not yet fully ignited, and the temperature of Liu Yun's palm suddenly doubled because of a subtle trance.

As a result, the trunk of the tree, which should have been burning, turned into a piece of baked black "charcoal" again, and caused black smoke to waft out of his palm.

But even though Liu Yun understood what his problem was now, and he still had the aura in his body, he couldn't support him to squander it so wantonly.

Therefore, Liu Yun decided to try again according to the method described by the friar, and maybe it could produce unexpected results.

Thinking of this, Liu Yun's cheeks involuntarily swelled with a serious breath, and he nodded slightly, but his mind was followed by sinking into the Spirit Palace, and without reservation, he used the last remaining red aura to operate it to the position of his hands according to a specific vein.

As the aura condensed extremely quickly in Liu Yun's palm, the blazing heat rose again, baking the surrounding air at the same time, and at the same time, a layer of crystal sweat involuntarily appeared on Liu Yunde's forehead.

As time passed, the aura that was constantly instilled into the palm of the hand from the veins became less and less.

When all the spiritual energy in Liu Yun's body was infused into the palm of his hand, the dazzling red light suddenly burst out from the palm like an invisible arrow, making the people around him suddenly feel a strange sense of magic in their hearts.

The corners of Liu Yun's mouth twitched slightly, he took a deep breath, and then he no longer had any hesitation, his hands moved with his thoughts, and they quickly closed together, covering a black handprint on the surface of the trunk in front of him.

The thought flashed, and the scorching heat condensed in the position of Liu Yun's palm, like a beast ready to attack, churned out from his palm, and slowly coiled along the boring surface of the tree trunk for a long time.

Not long after, a long-lost scorching breath slowly floated out from in front of Liu Yun, lingering in his nasal cavity, making his long-tense expression finally emerge with a layer of indifferent joy.

Slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, Liu Yun's keen eyes scanned slightly on the trunk in front of him, but he was surprised to find that now where his hands were covered, a substantial flame was like a lovely elf, dancing lightly on the surface of the boring trunk, although the flame was only the size of half a little finger, but it was the first time that Liu Yun had succeeded since many attempts.

Therefore, today's Liu Yun only needs to take advantage of the victory to chase and increase the high temperature condensed in his palm again, so that he can achieve further victories, thinking of this, Liu Yun hurriedly stabilized his mind, so that he controlled the continuous infusion of spiritual energy into the trunk gradually increased.

When the temperature inside the trunk reached a higher burning point, the flames the size of a little finger suddenly grew to the size of a fist, and continued to spread to the surrounding environment.

In just half a cup of tea, the entire thick trunk of the tree was completely covered by the flames it ignited.

The scorching heat, accompanied by bursts of refreshing fragrance of plants and trees, slowly wafted out from the trunk of the tree, lingering in the nearby air, making people feel a strange feeling of relaxation and joy when they smell it.

"It's okay to get up, otherwise, I really don't know what to do." His eyes were filled with thick exhaustion, Liu Yun smiled bitterly, but his hands were involuntarily softened, and the beads of sweat that kept appearing on his forehead seemed to be venting his inner exhaustion, the previous use of aura was a little excessive, making his body a little unacceptable at the moment, for him, this kind of catalytic flame was even more tiring than fighting, after all, he was not good at this aspect of flames.

"Brother Liu, take a break, I've worked hard for you just now, next, it's up to the two of us." The slender legs were slightly bent, the female monk slowly squatted beside Liu Yun, and while the slender jade hand helped him wipe away the sweat beads on his forehead, a pale golden elixir was quietly sent into Liu Yun's mouth by him, this is the elixir that the female monk herself secretly hidden, although it is just a simple Qi recovery elixir, but in this Shura ruins where the elixir is scarce, the value of the elixir is extremely expensive, so this simple act becomes meaningful.

The reason why the nun is like this is entirely because she has a special psychology for this Liu Yun, she doesn't want to see the other party suffer any harm, let alone see the other party become this weak appearance.

As soon as the elixir was entered, its mellow entity suddenly turned into a puddle of potion, which merged into the saliva in Liu Yun's mouth, and immediately after, a rich medicinal fragrance spread wantonly in his mouth, lingering for a long time.

Looking at the female monk in front of him in surprise, Liu Yun's eyebrows frowned slightly, his throat rolled slightly, and the potion in his mouth flowed down the saliva, and gradually merged into Liu Yun's blood, releasing some special effects that Liu Yi did not know.

"You, what are you doing here?" His expression was slightly dazed, Liu Yun let out a sigh of relief, and immediately asked the female monk in front of him in a low voice, as a monk of the Shura Ruins, Liu Yun naturally knew very well what the value of this elixir was.

"Brother Liu, that is an elixir that helps restore aura, and it can play a certain role in assisting recovery from your consumption just now." Hearing this, the female monk's ruddy lips were slightly provoked with a seductive arc, and Qiushui's eyes involuntarily blinked lightly at Liu Yun in front of her, this wonderful picture that almost penetrated into the soul appeared slowly with a bit of warmth, making Liu Yun look at it, and most of her exhaustion suddenly disappeared: "Don't be polite to me, my things will not be stingy with you." ”