Zhang Feng walked up to Da Zhuang without stopping, and without saying a word, he swung his fist again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Da Zhuang tried his last strength to jump to the side when life and death were at stake, and Zhang Feng's iron fist slammed on the Baihua tree, causing the tree to shake for a while. Da Zhuang was extremely frightened, and secretly shouted that it was dangerous, if this fist hit him, he would have to be beaten to scum.

The onlookers were also shocked, and Lian Cheng shouted: "Zhang Feng, don't hit the spirit tree, otherwise you will anger the spirit god, and there will be a great disaster." ”

The flower trees in the world are called spirit trees, and they are believed to be the essence of the spirit gods. According to the teachings of the teacher of the school, the hundred flower trees in the world are all bred from the mother tree of the Spirit Valley, and the roots and veins are all connected, jointly carrying hundreds of millions of years of memories of heaven and earth, containing inexplicable cause and effect, and almost all those who violate the spirit tree have suffered bad luck.

Zhang Feng was reminded by Liancheng, and suddenly felt very bad. Although the Hundred Flower Tree was hard, it was injured by his fist, and if that thing was indeed connected to the mana of the spirit god, there would definitely be unpredictable cause and effect that befell him.

He was stunned, extremely uneasy, and did not attack Da Zhuang again. Da Zhuang sneered: "White-faced boy, the spirit god's mana is boundless, you are dead." ”

Zhang Feng shouted: "Then I will kill you first." However, his arm seemed to have been grasped tightly by an invisible big hand, and he couldn't move at all, and the fist that hit the Hundred Flowers Tree just now suddenly ignited a faint blue flame, and spread rapidly, and soon the Lord wrapped his whole body.

Shang Ling'er exclaimed: "Hundred Flowers Spell!"

It was an ancient mantra that terrified even the most astute practitioners, issued by the will of the Hundred Flowers Tree to represent the spirits, and the visions of the spells were not fixed, sometimes fire, sometimes water, sometimes plants, sometimes wind and sand, sometimes sword formations, and so on, but all with the intention of causing death.

Zhang Feng also guessed that it might be the Hundred Flowers Spell, he was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, and shouted: "Liancheng, go find water to save me." ”

The companions rushed into the shop on the street, bringing buckets of water to pour on him, but to no avail, the blue fire burned more and more, and almost burned him.

He was so miserable that he rolled on the ground, and his companions were so anxious that they were all helpless.

At this time, the female general arrived with her bald uncle. Seeing such a scene, the bald uncle was also shocked into a cold sweat, he asked Liancheng for the reason, and shouted: "Zhang Feng, what is burning on your body is the fire of mental power, only burning your heart, not destroying your body, only with mental power can you fight, the more anxious you are, the more uncomfortable it is, calm down first, let go of your mind and try." ”

Zhang Feng shouted bitterly: "There is no teacher in the academy who can cultivate spirits, I have never practiced telekinesis, how can I fight against it?"

Uncle Bald Head said: "Cultivating great supernatural powers requires a kind of spirit, how can you use a kind of spirit in ordinary mental power cultivation? Didn't I say it earlier, mental power is imagination, what you are fighting now is the mental power of fire, you just imagine the cold water in your heart, whether it is useful or not, you try it first." ”

Zhang Feng sat cross-legged on the ground as he said, closed his eyes tightly, tried his best to restrain the burning sensation on his body, cleared his fear, and let go of his thoughts, just about to recall the scene of the flash flood in Cliff City, but somehow thought of a vast snowy area.

He had never seen such a snowy field, flat as cloth, boundless, with a cold wind howling, although it was only an imagination, it seemed to be seen with his own eyes, it was extremely real, and even the petals of the snowflakes flying in the sky could be seen clearly.

From time to time, inexplicable blue sparks fell into the snowy area, and they were extinguished instantly.

The burning sensation in him slowly waned with this imagination, and soon disappeared completely, replaced by a chill that he had been familiar with since childhood, overflowing his whole body, and more bitter than before, making him unbearable.

When I opened my eyes, the blue fire on my body was gone, but it was covered with a layer of ice, which was crystal clear in the midday sun, very beautiful, but also very mysterious.

Zhang Feng was stunned, he jumped up and shook his body.

The ice was scattered all over the ground, quickly melting and turning into a puddle of water.

The bald uncle stared at the water trails on the ground and muttered, "Isn't it something that can only be done by high-level cultivators to condense chill with mental power?"

He just pointed out Zhang Feng, only holding a glimmer of luck, this kid so easily lifted the Hundred Flowers Spell with his mental power, it was really much beyond his expectations, the solid ice that condensed out of thin air shocked him even more, after the solid ice turned into water, he still couldn't figure out the truth.

Zhang Feng was so cold that he shivered, and asked Uncle Bald Head for advice in a daze: "Uncle Bald Head, after I just closed my eyes, I saw a snowy area in the dark, and then it was so cold, is this a mental power at work?"

Uncle Bald was silent, and an old voice on the roof of the street said: "The solid ice you have manifested is tangible and tangible, and it is impossible to reach this state by cultivation alone with your age, in my opinion, you should be the descendant of the host of the beast, and you have your mother's repeated residual thoughts in your body, and it is that repeated residual thoughts that are causing trouble." ”

Zhang Feng followed the prestige, and saw the immortal master standing on the roof with his hands in his hands, and he shouted loudly: "Can the immortal master explain it?"

The immortal master jumped slightly, floated in front of him, stared at him for a moment, and said: "When the host of the spirit beast falls, its spirit body often breaks free from the host Yuan Shen and flees, the spirit body of the spirit beast is extremely weak, and when struggling, it will all be shattered, turning into a fragment of the spirit body that condenses repeated residual thoughts, dissipating the void, if the host happens to be giving birth before death, then a part of the fragment will be passed on to future generations with the womb." ”

After a pause, the immortal master continued: "This kind of thing is very rare, there are only a few cases in the past, and the descendants of the host who inherited the mother's remnants have all died early, the reason is that ordinary people can't suppress the remnants of the beast host, and it is a miracle that you can survive until now." ”

Zhang Feng was at a loss when he heard this, could it be that the chill that has accompanied him since he was a child came from his mother?

If the immortal master is right, then he can't expect to be cured of this problem. The Fantasy Beast is a spirit beast with the strongest mental power, who can relieve the remnants of the Fantasy Beast's host?

The immortal master seemed to guess his thoughts, and said: "The snow area you saw after closing your eyes before, eighty percent of it was the phantom array formed by your mother during her lifetime, since the phantom array is a snow realm, the attribute should be extremely cold, I see that you also wear a leather jacket in the hot season, you must have suffered the loss of that phantom array, and no one in the world can cure this disease." ”

Zhang Feng listened, and all thoughts were lost, "I have long known that this congenital disease cannot be cured, but now that I have heard the words of the immortal master, I dare not hope for anything." It's good now, I don't have to go to the outside world to find a miracle doctor, and I can wait for death in Cliff City with peace of mind. ”

The immortal master smiled, "No one can cure this disease for you, but you can cure it yourself." You go to the Muguo Xiude Academy to find Shen Zhu, if you can learn his telekinesis ability, then this disease may be able to get rid of it. ”

Zhang Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, and a smile just bloomed on his face, but he heard the immortal master continue: "If you want to remove the residual thoughts left by the host of the beast, you must cultivate strong mental power, if you have a high talent, you should be able to achieve results in one hundred and eighty years." ”

It will take so long? It will not be far from death, so what is the use of curing this disease?

Zhang Feng was stunned.

The immortal master was silent for a while, and then suddenly spoke again: "There is another method that may work, the spirit god is the mother ancestor of the spirit beasts in the world, and the mental talent of the beast comes from the spirit god, if you attack the hundred flower tree and provoke the spirit god, you can trigger the hundred flowers spell, if the hundred flowers spell descends to the purple fire, the chill in your body will inevitably be burned." ”

Zhang Feng was stunned and said: "The vision of the Hundred Flowers Spell is not accurate, if it is not the purple fire that falls, but the cold ice, then how can I withstand it? Not to mention that the power of the purple fire is so strong, even if the cold in my body is removed, I will definitely die of heart failure." ”

The immortal master said lightly: "I naturally know this, I just told you some methods, as for whether you are willing to try it or not, it is your own business." ”

After that, he pointed to Da Zhuang on the ground and begged Zhang Feng in a tone that could not be refused: "You let this person go, I want to take him as an apprentice." ”