It is often said that fire and water are merciless.

It is often said that water is the source of life, and fire is the root of the world.

People also say that fire and water are incompatible, just like yin and yang, and they cannot be mutually reciprocal and cannot meet together.

People also say that water and fire are like two sides of a mirror, accompanied by each other, and never alone.

Thirteen Lang said that water and fire can be regarded as the appearance of life and death, and the key is whether you can see through life and death, and whether you can pinch the root hidden in it.

The source of the fire of the world and Haoyang, now he has done the former, and then he can use the fire of the golden crow as an introduction, and he can command the world.

"In my name, call the fire of the world. ”

Blowing the horn, erecting the battle flag, life and death asked, the real fire was the guide, and the thirteen Lang looked at the world and called for the fire in the world.

The sky changed, the silk clouds around Ziyun Island were vertical and horizontal, I don't know where to start, I only heard the order ringing in my heart, and the rolling sound was booming, thousands of miles in an instant.

Countless falling rocks on the Chuangong cliff are thrown into the Qinghe River to ripple its ripples, and the ripples are not extinguished and hit the opposite bank, and the bank is alarmed by a few pairs of willows and dozens of birds parked on the branches.

The birds chirped and flapped their wings and flew high, carrying the command from the soul far away and in all directions

Lingnan New Sect, large and small mountains, various families, at this moment, there are countless monks shuttling back and forth, busy arranging the big plan of the year: planting insects.

The scorching insects like the fire and the sun, and the monks are looking for a sunny place under the guidance of their elders, and it is best to have the source of the earth and fire, and set up a formation to place the insect, which is busy and fulfilling.

In the busyness, a gust of wind came from nowhere, blowing on the body warmly, not like spring, but like the July sun scorching and hurting people. Senior Brother Seed Insect looked up in confusion, and found that the sunlight had become dazzling, and the brightness seemed to increase several times, and then he felt a slight chill under his feet. Busy when looking down

"Hell!"

The cave that should have been full of fire was clear and secluded, and the placed fireworms writhed wildly, their heads facing in one direction.

"What's going on, fire?"

"What about fire?"

"Oops!"

Before he could exclaim, the upheaval arose again, and the figures of the monks who majored in fire shook. The true element in the body is ready to move, and it is almost difficult to suppress.

The wind rises again and blows to the next place

The western wilderness, filled with black smoke and heatwaves, is the crater of a volcano.

The naked cultivator was in the sea of fire, absorbing the fire of the center of the earth with supreme tenacity, and his face was a little hideous.

The wasteland world is cruel and hard, and the monsters here are more ferocious than elsewhere. The cultivator here often fights with the heavens, and this monk here finds this way to have troubles and forcibly improves his fire path cultivation.

The fire in the center of the earth is fierce but highly poisonous, and the black smoke and hot pulp are all intense, and the monks in the fire are gradually reaching their limit and are about to break through the earth.

There seemed to be a majestic wind blowing in his ears, causing a sudden boiling under his body, and a sound like a wild wolf howling sounded in all directions, but his heart was cold.

In a fire cave. How can there be a chill?

The monk of the wasteland was greatly frightened, and hurriedly rose up to get out of the fire. Suddenly, I felt that my body was empty, obviously my body was flying, and my mana was flowing, but it seemed that something important was missing, and I was panicked in my heart.

Moments later, the Monk of the Wasteland came out into the world. Seeing the black smoke rolling around the sparks, I felt the strong impulse in my body like a drink order, and my expression became more and more incredible.

Having been "soaked" in the fire for many years, the monk of the wasteland understood the fire better than ordinary monks, and he felt the desire to worship. Experiencing the eagerness and ecstasy of returning to the sect, I understood something in my heart.

"There is a flame in the world, and there it is. ”

At these words, the monk of the wasteland knelt down and bowed three times in the direction he had seen from afar, and then stood up, his expression turning to determination.

"I should have gone there. ”

Extremely cold desert north, ice and snow, the world is desolate and lonely.

A makeshift igloo with a dim glow and a wounded man lying on the hide, stained with blood.

Hunting was the most common means of subsistence for the people of the snowy fields, and the men were wounded by the fight with wild beasts, their breath weakened, and their expressions grew in despair.

The fire of life is like the sky outside, flickering and dimming.

In front of the bed, a sturdy woman took care of him, sweating profusely in the ice and snow, shouting anxiously behind him.

"Baby, bring the hot water!"

"It's burning, but it's okay"

The boy of seven or eight years old answered loudly, busy with the pile of firewood and grass. This snow hut is not their home, because the man returned late, the mother and son worked hard to find it, and hastily built a place to protect from the cold.

The wind was cold, and it was difficult to gather fires on all sides, and they came in a hurry, and there was not even the necessary grease around the mother and son to light a fire in the snowy region, so the boy could only use the most primitive method to make a fire, but he couldn't do it.

The snowfield man has a strong body, but no matter how strong his body is, he can't withstand the chill of bloodshed, and without fire and hot water, he will inevitably die.

"Mother!"

The collected firewood and grass were frozen like ice, the snow room was ventilated on all sides, and the boy's hands were cut out of the bloody holes, and he couldn't light the fire after several efforts, and he cried out helplessly.

"I can't see it"

"Why are you so stupid!"

Fire and heat are important, and the wound does not need to be treated in time, and the woman is using crude tools to help her husband clean up the ice residue frozen in the wound, and she can only scream angrily when she can't pull it out.

"If you don't make a fire, your father will want it"

"I know"

The boy began to cry, striking the flint with trembling hands, and prayed earnestly to the blooming sparks.

Please hurry up and burn it, please!

There was another breeze, and the boy was angry and wanted to curse, but suddenly he found that this time the wind was different from before, warm, hot, blowing on the sparks bursting out of the flint, and his eyes lit up.

The flames burst into flames, and the flame of life was also ignited, along with the hearts of the family and the lonely and cold snow house. The boy had never seen such a hot and bright flame, and with a flint in his hand, he was a little flustered.

"Don't hurry up yet!"

The woman was caught by the flames and turned back and shouted.

"Got it!"

The boy replied loudly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and continued to buse himself with the task at hand, the tears that should have condensed in an instant were also hot, and the boy watched as the wet marks on the mountain were baked hot. It's like understanding something.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The breeze heard this, and swirled around it twice, leaving light and heat behind, taking something hotter and more energetic with it, and running to the next distant place

Hedong. The mountains and rivers in the two river basins are dense, and the most abundant are hot springs, which grow from the mountains, flow into the lakes and rivers through the streams, and irrigate the fertile fields by branches. The hot spring can nourish the living beings the most, and the place where it passes, the fish and shrimp are abundant and beautiful, and the forest and river are beautiful, and it is a slightly rich place for the waves.

In the evening, the sky is getting gray, and people who rely on the water to collect nets and mountains and forests are counting on today's harvest. Begin to return home.

A gentle breeze blew, and the sky suddenly dawned.

The Haoyang on the border shook a few times, shook out the heavy light surface, and illuminated the earth again; the waters of the four directions, the scales and waves flew over the sky, and the hot air on the mountain water rose, like the early morning of the morning dew.

"Leap over the dragon gate, leap over the dragon gate!" shouted the people who sailed the boat.

"Beast tide. It's a tide of beasts!" shouted the people of the mountains.

"Look, look, the sun is coming out in the west!" the children laughed. The sound of the feet is crisp, and the shouting is the loudest

Lingnan, Western Regions, Mobei, Hedong, with Ziyun Island as the center. Guided by the command of the sky, in all directions, in all directions, countless heat streams rolled in, endlessly.

I don't know when it started. Red clouds appeared on the horizon, which were thin and fragile compared to the dense black clouds that surrounded the circle in the sky, but they were more extensive and accumulated, and they stretched for thousands of miles like a long line, and there was no end in sight. Around the mountains and rivers, gusts of wind seem to be chanting, and the heat waves are not scorching, but when they swarm to a certain range and really touch the source of recourse, the flames rise instantly.

What kind of fire is that!

There are black and white, orange and purple, red as bright as the morning glow, bright as peach blossoms smiling on people's faces, evil ghosts blowing in the yin wind, there are hot waves rolling in the sun, there are also the anger of the earth spring, and there is the wonder of the rainbow hanging upside down.

The fire of the monk, the fire of mortals, the fire of the sun, the fire of the earth, the anger in the chest is surging like a wave, and the soul fire in life is jumping like a lamp.

"This is the will of real fire, little boy, can do this kind of process"

Tens of millions of monks have long been dumbfounded, the monks who cultivate fire have already fallen to the ground, the red-clothed man booed and sighed, his eyes glanced slightly, and suddenly found that Huozun was looking at the sky stupidly, his eyes that had always been gentle and deep were full of resentment, and there was indescribable jealousy, and madness.

"Heh, he's just it, since you are so capable, leave it to you to deal with it yourself, whether you are dead or alive, this god should hurry up and do the right thing. ”

The big man in red looked at it again, and felt that there was nothing to worry about, and his body shook slightly, and he was thousands of miles away in an instant.

At that time, there was fire everywhere in all directions, and for him, such an environment was more teleportation than teleportation, and it was okay to travel freely, and it didn't even require much mana.

At this moment, the flames from all directions rushed to the purple clouds, converging into a human will, and jointly facing the calamity of the bright light reunion in the sky, as well as those thunders!

The sea of fire is boundless, and thunder is not ordinary thunder?

Inside the Dao Gate, among the black clouds, the eyes have been filled with bright colors at this moment, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth thunder tribulations are coming one after another, where is there still a thunder pillar thunder gun stick thunder arc, it is clearly the three thunder mountains that have been continuously suppressed!

Under the Thunder Mountain, the sea of fire is like a gun with an infinite base, and the spear is pointing, and the Thunder Mountain has to slow down its momentum; in the line of sight, the first Thunder Mountain has not yet dissipated, the second one has been volleyed against its top of the mountain, and then the next one.

Rumble!

Thunder Mountain suddenly sank a thousand feet, under the pressure of the vastness, the ground of a hundred miles suddenly dropped by three feet; in the center of the Thunder Mountain, the sea of fire in all directions was like a wounded beast, and the mad and savage attitude converged upward, once again holding up the remaining Thunder Mountain.

The collision of thunder and fire was fierce and gorgeous, and the air was full of thunder arcs that had been shot away, and there were such and such fires burning around, like rabbits being driven away.

Is the thunder driving away the flames, or is the flames chasing the thunder?

Shisanlang is not like a rabbit, at this moment he is fixed in the center of the battlefield, with a thunder pool on his head, stepping on the fire plain, his hands are still calm on both sides, and his eyes are full of confidence and strength when he sees the world clearly, and gradually reveals a bit of arrogance.

"The wind is coming!"

(To be continued......)