On the other side, Wuwen turned his head a little unbearably, and Feng Chenyu's expression inside had been distorted, and he was in a hideous state, and that kind of pain was definitely not something that could be described in words.

The old monk was sweating on his head, and his palms were completely soaked, it could be seen that he really paid attention to Feng Chenyu's every minute and every second In the dim secret room, Feng Chenyu covered his head in pain, although his head didn't hurt much, but he tried to hold his head to relieve the pain in his body, Feng Chenyu stood up quickly now, his whole body was very hot, Feng Chenyu now felt like a sun, and the temperature was still increasing, and the cells were still blooming with amazing heat.

Feng Chenyu almost collapsed and danced with his hands, making unreasonable movements all over his body, constantly spinning in circles. The blood vessels that collapsed on his arm flowed rapidly, and the bulging blood vessels and the green tendons on his head showed Feng Chenyu's pain again and again.

Finally, in the continuous rotation, the heat energy on the body seemed to rise to the extreme, Feng Chenyu's flesh was completely red, red like a soldering iron, and the clothes on his body slowly scalded, and actually turned into black glue.

The old monk was chanting the scriptures with his hands folded on the side, although he was very calm, but the constant trembling of his hands had betrayed him, Wuwen kept shouting and holding on, and the sweat on his face kept coming out like a faucet.

Finally, when the clothes on the clothes were almost completely blackened, an open flame appeared on the clothes, and when the open flame appeared, Feng Chenyu's own match-like body was instantly ignited, and Feng Chenyu's whole body was full of flames.

I don't know why, Feng Chenyu seemed to be crazy, and actually laughed wildly.

The fire filled Feng Chenyu's whole body, Feng Chenyu laughed wildly, his whole body kept swinging, and finally he didn't know how much time had passed, Feng Chenyu didn't know if Lu Dao couldn't support it anymore or what, and fell to the ground.

Almost at the same moment that Feng Chenyu fell, Wuwen and the old monk who were outside immediately rushed in.

As soon as they entered, they were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them, just now the two of them couldn't bear to see Feng Chen's appearance full of fire, so they didn't continue to watch, when they rushed in, they saw that the walls around the secret room were completely deformed, and the most terrifying thing was that the floor was partially roasted.

Wuwen screamed: "Oh my God, how many degrees has this risen, it can actually bake this wall and floor, this is just a trace of the bloodline of the most ordinary and rubbish fire phoenix, and it is actually so strong." ”

"Bastard, don't keep talking useless, go and see how Chen Yu is, he can't make a mistake." The old monk jumped to his feet, hurriedly shouted that Dao Wuwen didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly took an arrow step, rushed over, and finally found Feng Chenyu in a deep pit in the melted floor.

But when Wuwen pulled Feng Chenyu up from the pit, the old monk secretly shouted that something was wrong, something was definitely wrong, and he knew that there was definitely an accident when he saw Wuwen's face.

Wuwen covered his face a little frustratedly, dragged something like a black stick from the pit and put it in front of the old monk.

Wuwen roared at the old monk: "What did I tell you just now, you just don't listen, I said to be safe, you look at it now, Chen Yu has turned into charcoal, nothing is useless, nothing is gone." ”

The last sentence of Wuwen roared almost with all his strength, and the old monk sat on the floor with a pale face, his eyes kept being stunned, obviously unable to accept such a blow.

Wuwen slapped the wall in annoyance, hating himself for not being able to stop the abbot just now, or he wouldn't have turned Chen Yu into charcoal, even if he hid Chen Yu, even if he hid it, there was still hope, but now, there was no hope, everything was gone, everything was gone

The silent hut was silent, and no one dared to say a word.

The old monk looked at the charcoal on the ground, his face full of regret.

Just under the gaze of the old monk, the coke on the ground actually moved.

With a slight shock, the coke cracked throughout, cracking a crack from the end.

This coke looks like a butterfly wrapping, but this one is black.

As the crack came more and more, a person slowly sat up from the inside, this person looked about 17 years old, with a refreshing short hair, a shaved chin, and neat facial features, the moment the young man sat up, his abdominal muscles and chest muscles were shining, and the bronzed skin and muscles supported his true colors all the time.

On the boy's abdomen, you will find that there is a relatively vague pattern, this pattern looks like a bird, and it is red, and it looks very blurry, and it is difficult to see what it looks like.

If Zhao Lingwu was there, she would find that the pattern of Feng Chenyu's abdomen was very similar to the nine-** case she saw on the first day.

However, although the appearance is relatively similar, it is very far behind, the nine-colored divine bird is very clear, it looks like it is really lying on Feng Chenyu's body, on the other hand, this is vague, and more importantly, the feeling of this pattern is compared with the previous one.

It's like the feeling of a kitten compared to a lion, and the nine-colored divine bird is almost pulling her for several streets from the current one, and he doesn't negotiate it.

At this moment, the pattern on Feng Chenyu's body was like a bird that had failed to get a tattoo

PS: Damn, the contract failed again, and the editors failed without reading it? What do you mean? Don't agree with the style of my work? Okay, book friends, my book style is different from many people, I will keep writing, today Uncle Se is about to collapse, the background of this book is too big, I'm going crazy No one agrees with the work, I will still write it, because only if you stick to it, someone will agree with your work, when the first Chendong god wrote Dakeng, many people were not optimistic about him, but look at people now, Uncle Se wants to learn from him, and Dakeng also has to learn