Chapter 796: Nirvana (II)

After a while, Ranwu walked out of the icy chamber with a tanuki in his arms. The tanuki was the fire itself, but it was only a shell, and his soul was still in the icy chamber.

In the dark secret room, there is a chill of skulls.

Four light blue wind spirit chains, fixed in the icy chamber. At the same time, the other ends of the four chains bound the limbs of the fire soul.

A gray-white soul, its body was covered with veins, blood vessels-like red spiritual veins, and a goose-yellow flame was rising from its chest. It is bound in the middle of the chamber, like an executed person, unable to break free. Not far away, there was a table on which an unlit candle was placed.

"Next, you will suffer from purgatory. The scarecrow said, "If you can hold on, you will get an unexpected reward." If you can't stand it, give up as soon as possible, lest it hurt your soul. ”

"Come on!" said Lihuo coldly.

The scarecrow put down the cigarette pouch in his hand and walked to the soul that left the fire, wisps of cold smoke wafted from his palm, and it secretly used the power of the majestic wind spirit to gather in the palm of his hand. In the end, it slammed out its claws and thrust into Lihuo's chest, and in the goose-yellow fire spirit source, it shouted in a deep voice: "Broken Spirit Shattering Source Claw!!"

"Ahhh

Suddenly, the soul of the fire trembled wildly, and let out a heart-rending howl.

"Bang !!!!"

In the miserable howl, the fire spirit source in the fire chest exploded violently!

For a long time, a layer of smoke filled the icy room, and a little goose-yellow spark, lighter than snowflakes, fell ethereal in every corner.

A spark fell on the scarecrow's shoulder, and a small yellow flame ignited, like a plum blossom. It reached out to extinguish the flames, staring nervously at the soul that had left the fire.

At this time, cracks opened on the soul of Lihuo, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the chest of his soul. At the same time, the spiritual veins in his soul had all shattered, turning into a little spark, swimming chaotically.

This practice is almost equivalent to breaking a clay pot and melting it down and rebuilding it, and the pain of leaving the fire is unimaginable.

After waiting for a long time, the scarecrow finally gave a sigh of relief. The endurance of the fire is stronger than it expected.

I saw that those broken sparks were swimming in his soul, slowly healing, forming a faint red fire spirit vein, and then, the fire spirit veins beat again, gathering spiritual power into the chest of his soul, gradually healing the hole, and finally re-burning a goose-yellow fire source.

"Alas. The scarecrow sighed and said, "Failed." ”

The first attempt was unsuccessful, and it also caused Lihuo to suffer from the splitting wind and broken source, and it said depressedly: "Let's still cultivate, and try again in a month." ”

"Reborn in destruction, reborn in nirvana!" said the man hoarsely from the fire, "I caught that feeling. Come again!"

"No, no, even Lingwu, who is stronger than you, can't withstand it twice in a row. The scarecrow said.

"Right now, if I miss this feeling, I won't be able to catch it!" said Lihuo stubbornly.

"No, if you die, how can I explain to your family boss?"

"I can withstand it!" shouted Lihuo, "next time, it will be successful!"

"Crazy!" The scarecrow stared at the fire source in Lihuo's chest, it was much darker than before, after all, it was destroyed once, and the power of the fire spirit was directly weakened by seventy percent, and if you want to cultivate, you will lose half a year.

"Do it!" yelled from the fire.

The scarecrow looked at it in silence, then nodded.

"Shattered Soul Claw!"

"Ahhh!!h

Another series of hysterical roars, and then, from the position of the fire soul's chest, a hole exploded again.

After this explosion, he waited for an hour before a little spark flashed on his cracked soul, and they swam chaotically in his soul like a school of small fish.

"This-" The scarecrow stared at the soul of the fire in surprise, hurriedly untied him, let him down, and said, "Mutated!"

I saw that the sparks swimming in the soul of the fire had condensed into veins again, and had condensed into an ice-blue fire spirit source on his chest.

"Quick, let me see the color of your fire. The scarecrow said hurriedly.

The soul of the fire walked to the table, stretched out his fingers, and gently pinched the wick of the candle, and a bean of ice-blue, beautiful flame like an ice lotus burned silently.

Not only was the flame not hot, but there was also a biting chill.

It didn't burn for a while, and the whole candle was covered with a layer of frost.

"Ice Flame, this is a rare Fire Spirit Ice Flame!" The scarecrow danced excitedly and said, "The old man has created another miracle!"

"It's not the flame I want. However, Lihuo extinguished the candle flame and said in a tired, hoarse voice: "It's not this feeling, it's not what I want." ”

"Imp, do you know how lucky you are?" the scarecrow immediately became angry and said, "This is—"

"I want the most violent flames, I don't want this kind of thing!" he said, and he opened his arms violently, not even restraining them, and said directly: "Come again!"

The scarecrow glanced at him, picked up the cigarette pouch on the table, and said, "The old man doesn't have the time to accompany you, this little ghost is willful, cultivate well, and with the fire of mutation, comprehend it well, it will give you a breakthrough and provide great help." ”

"Come again!!!" said Lihuo angrily.

The scarecrow ignored him, turned and walked towards the ice door of the secret room, and muttered, "The greedy little tanuki." ”

"Old waste!" said angrily, "Do you think that if you are strong, you can despise everything? You are just a frog at the bottom of a well, you don't know how tough your dreams are, and you don't know how strong your soul is to replace them! The pain in your eyes, in my opinion, is just tickling!"

The scarecrow stopped, a gleam of anger in his eyes.

............

"Bang !!!"

Another explosion was heard, but this time, there was no heart-rending scream.

In the smoke-filled chamber, the scarecrow stood stupidly, and it looked around in horror, then sat down on the ground and said, "It's over!"

I waited a long time, but there was nothing.

There was no trace of temperature in the cold air, and there was no spark or soul shadow in sight.

The soul that left the fire was gone.

"Bastard!" the scarecrow patted his head in annoyance, "What an old fool, how can you let that little devil do whatever it takes?"

The secret room was silent, and there was no longer the sound of detachment from the fire, only a little candlelight, swaying silently.

Candlepower?!

The scarecrow suddenly remembered something and turned his face abruptly. On the table in front of him, a candle burned faintly, and the orange-red flame and the bright yellow and dazzling flame core were ordinary candlelight.

But why did the candle burn suddenly? It had just been extinguished by the fire!

It walked over, its head sticking out, staring creepily at the candlelight.

Suddenly, the candle flame suddenly contracted, like a demon's fire pupil!

The scarecrow's withered paws trembled for a moment, and then, turning its face, looked at a shadow on the ice wall behind it, and stammered, "Too, too, the sun?!"

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