Wan Changsheng stood in the air a few feet high, staring intently below, with a trace of extremely faint divine thoughts, and probed towards the ice coffin.

As a martial saint powerhouse of the Immortal Heaven, the Tao of Ten Thousand Immortals is the way of immortality.

Changshengtian is famous for his alchemy in the entire Scarlet Continent, and his alchemy technique is unparalleled in the world.

Even, it is no exaggeration to say that he himself is an extremely mysterious elixir.

A drop of blood and a piece of flesh contain extremely surging spiritual power, with unparalleled vitality, which can live and die human flesh and bones.

And the reason why he came here was precisely for the plough comb.

Wan Chang has lived for hundreds of years, his cultivation is profound, and he is at the peak of the entire continent, but at this time, his cultivation has fallen into a kind of shackles, and in the past hundred years, he has not made an inch.

After concentrating on cultivation and reading the classics, Wan Changsheng came to a conclusion that his own life power was not enough.

Far from enough.

In the classics left by the predecessors of the Immortal Heaven, it is recorded that all the Immortal Heavenly Cultivators who can break through the sky and ascend must cultivate to at least one element.

The power of one element is a very mysterious concept, specifically, it can turn a lonely desert into an oasis with a snap of your fingers.

With such a cultivation, Wan Changsheng is still far behind.

The only way is to find all kinds of treasures with strong vitality, this plough comb, created by the heart of the ancient giant tree, is born with strong vitality, is a treasure that Wan Changsheng has coveted for a long time.

For this reason, he would come to the Great Snow Mountain every ten years, but every time he was disappointed.

Until...... Two days ago, when he felt a strange movement in the snowy mountains, he couldn't wait to come, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

Fang Wuji!

The power of life cultivated by Wan Changsheng, while Fang Wuji, was the power of fire.

These two forces can be said to be natural mortal enemies, and, to a certain extent, the power of fire has a faint restraint against the power of life.

The fire represents destruction, violence, and is itself known for its offensive power.

Thinking of this, Wan Changsheng smiled lightly, and a smile that could overwhelm thousands of women suddenly appeared on his handsome face, and he said, "Old Monster Fang, I want to set this thing, you can make a condition." ”

Wan Changsheng's tone was quite peaceful.

After all, even though there is a gap in strength between the Martial Saints, the price that one Martial Saint needs to pay if he wants to kill another Martial Saint is too great.

Even if people can't beat it, they can still run.

Moreover, the Martial Saint powerhouse who has been driven to a desperate situation, once the dog jumps off the wall in a hurry, the power is absolutely incomparable.

Normally, unless it involves the opportunity for sanctification, or some kind of undying hatred, the powerhouses of the Martial Saint level rarely fight.

Once it is really killed, it will be a big chaos in the world, and it is a common thing to fight for three or five years.

Wan Changsheng didn't want to fight him either.

As a veteran martial saint, his savings are extremely rich, and he can exchange other things for the Plough Comb.

Hearing Wan Changsheng's words, Fang Wuji's heart trembled, and a faint hint of brightness appeared in his eyes.

Condition?

Thinking of a treasure on Wan Changsheng's body, Rao Yifang Wuji's temperament couldn't help but be a little excited.

He was a clear and clear Dao of Knowledge, and in Wan Changsheng's hands, there was a rather wonderful flame.

That kind of fire, called Blue Flame Cold Flame.

The flame is extremely pure, although it is not high on the fire list, it is a great benefit for refining the body and soul.

The reason why Wan Changsheng was able to achieve an extremely high realm in the alchemy technique was inseparable from this blue flame and cold flame.

If it's your own......

"Hmph...... If you want to plow the comb, show your sincerity. Fang Wuji said in a cold voice.

At this time, although he didn't know if there was a plough comb in the ice coffin, he thought that he shouldn't be able to run.

And if you can get the blue flame and cold flame, it doesn't matter if you want to plow the sky and comb it.

"Sincerity?" Wan Changsheng asked rhetorically, his brows furrowed slightly, and after a moment, he spoke, "You want my Biyan Hanyan?" ”

They are all martial saint powerhouses, and being smart is naturally not a problem, and Wan Changsheng quickly understood his intentions.

"Good! I'll give you the blue flame and cold fire! ”

Gritting his teeth, Wan Changsheng suddenly made a decision and nodded very happily.

For him now, this Blue Flame Cold Flame is already a rather frustrating existence, even if he relies on his own strength, he can refine the top-grade elixir, and he doesn't need the assistance of this flame at all.

Moreover, the blue flame and cold flame remain in the body, but it has a certain effect on cultivation.

Fang Wuji's eyes were happy.

Unexpectedly, Wan Changsheng agreed without hesitation.

And the three disciples of the Extreme Fire Sect were all surprised by their eyes.

Flame of Cold!

They could all have heard of the name of this flame, and naturally they knew what this flame represented.

When the ancestor gets this kind of flame, a kind of cold fire, a kind of hot fire, the fusion of yin and yang, and his strength will definitely increase by leaps and bounds.

At that time, it will be good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and the strength of the Extreme Fire Sect will definitely expand again.

As he spoke, a pale blue flame had already appeared in Wan Changsheng's hand.

A weak flame, like a candle swaying in the wind, can be extinguished at any moment.

And as soon as this flame appeared, the three elders of the Extreme Fire Sect couldn't help but shudder.

Cold.

It's too cold.

Just by looking at it, I felt that the blood in my body was going to be frozen.

For the people of the Extreme Fire Sect, this is simply an incredible thing.

To know the Lu Dao, the Extreme Fire Sect is the ancestor who plays with fire, and he has never known what it feels like to be cold, and now, this kind of flame actually makes them all feel cold.

The blue flames burned in mid-air, and the air seemed to be stagnant, rippling layer by layer, like a lake in late autumn, touching the fine ice slag.

Seeing this scene, Fang Wuji's pupils shrank, and extreme horror appeared on his face, "You...... You've cultivated this Flame Flame to perfection! ”

Perfect quality is the highest state of flame, which not only requires huge accumulation, but also needs to be deposited day after day to achieve perfect quality.

Reaching the flame of perfect quality can reach the highest state of returning to the basics, eternal and unquenchable.

All it takes is a little spark to start a prairie fire.

No wonder Fang Wuji was surprised, even he didn't purify his crape myrtle spark to perfect quality.

Moreover, this method of purification is only available in the Extreme Fire Sect, Wan Changsheng, how did he do it?

Wan Changsheng smiled again and said very calmly, "Do you remember the battle you fought with the Martial Saint of the Roushui Sect decades ago? That's when I infiltrated your lair and found the book that had returned to your sect. However, over the years, he has only cultivated by himself and has never passed it on. After purifying my Flame Flame to perfection, I forgot about it. ”

When he said this, he did not have the slightest weakness.

Although it is taboo to steal the exercises of other families, if an ordinary disciple steals the exercises, he will definitely be hunted down to death by the Extreme Fire Sect.

But as a Martial Saint-level powerhouse, Wan Changsheng was not worried about receiving this kind of treatment at all.

To put it mildly, as a martial saint, he went to learn this technique secretly to give you face from the Extreme Fire Sect.

Moreover, Wan Changsheng has never been passed on.

Fang Wuji's brows furrowed for a while, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

Since Wan Changsheng said that he didn't have a rumor, that is, there really was no rumor, and the reputation of a strong person at the Martial Saint level could still be guaranteed.

"Don't blame the past, hand over the blue flame and cold flame, the plough comb in this ice coffin is yours." Fang Wuji said.

He also played a trick on his mind at this time.

He didn't know if there was a plough comb in this ice coffin, but Wan Changsheng had secretly learned the exercises of the Extreme Fire Sect, and if he deceived him, it would be a punishment.

If there is, it will be cheaper.

If not, he only blames himself for his bad luck, who can he blame?

"Good!"

Excitement appeared in Wan Changsheng's eyes, and he fell down suddenly, and said, "Give me the ice coffin." ”

"Call out the flames first." Fang Wuji did not give in at all, but instead ordered the three elders to take closer care of the ice coffin.

Wan Changsheng smiled, "Heh, I haven't seen you for decades, and your little family spirit still hasn't changed." The gentleman is frank, the villain is often related, you are really an out-and-out villain. ”

"A gentleman doesn't live long, and a villain lives for a thousand years. Moreover, Brother Wan has a pair of wonderful hands, since he can do the things of the gentleman on the beam, thinking about it, he is not a righteous gentleman, but a hypocrite. Fang Wuji sneered mercilessly.

This kind of thing is a very common thing in the martial saint.

Anyway, the strength of both sides is about the same, they can become martial saints, and their cultivation is also good, and they won't fight because of a few words at all.

Fang Wuji just ate it, Wan Changsheng wanted to get the plough comb, so he was unceremonious when he spoke.

Sure enough, hearing his words, Wan Changsheng's eyes showed a slight trace of embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, but he was not angry, "Don't say more nonsense, Biyan Hanyan, take it." ”

As he spoke, a series of extremely mysterious handprints formed in Wan Changsheng's hand, hitting the blue flame and cold flame, and the light blue flame emitted a burst of rapid fluctuations, and the cold air was even stronger.

And a moment later, the flames beat violently, and a drop of blood slowly flew out of it, and Wan Changsheng opened his mouth to suck it, and he sucked this drop of Martial Saint Essence Blood into his mouth.

Immediately, with a flick of his fingers, he flicked this blue flame towards Fang Wuji.

Fang Wuji was cautious, not daring to be careless, and threw out a flame that covered his whole body, forming a fiery red battle armor, and there were words in his mouth, and it was also a series of law decisions, like a tight giant net, encompassing the blue flame and cold flame.

The power of this flame is not trivial, even if he is a martial saint powerhouse, he doesn't dare to be careless at all.

Wan Changsheng just smiled and watched.

He wasn't worried at all that Fang Wuji would default on his debts.

Besides, if he really wants to repay the debt, he will definitely not be able to escape.

Even if he really ran away, he would run away and the monk couldn't run to the temple, the base camp of the Extreme Fire Sect was there, if he really wanted to offend himself completely, it was a big deal to run to the Extreme Fire Sect and slaughter him all over the Extreme Fire Sect, not afraid that he would not come out.

After nearly a stick of incense, Tsai carefully checked the blue flame and cold flame again and again, Fang Wuji's eyes showed satisfaction, and he waved his hand, "Ha Luha, since this is the case, this ice coffin will be left in Brother Wan, let's go first, and we'll see you another day." ”

As he spoke, Fang Wuji withdrew his own flames.

An extremely majestic spiritual power hit this ice coffin, flying towards Wan Changsheng like a cannonball.

Thousands of rays of light appeared in Wan Changsheng's hand, enveloping this ice coffin, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that the seal covering the surface of the ice coffin was about to be broken.

Without hesitation, he broke the seal, and Wan Changsheng wrapped the blood ball with a piece of energy, bringing it out of the ice coffin.

Hiss......

In an instant, the red light burst out, and an extremely poignant and miserable voice sounded.

This ball of blood, as if it had gone crazy, tried its best to break free from Wan Changsheng's control.

"This! What the hell is this! ”

At this time, Wan Changsheng's terrifying shout suddenly sounded.