This picture seemed to have appeared in the metaphysical cultivation world of his previous life, but of course he ignored it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even after hearing the bad news not long after, Wuchen did not pretend to be unrepentant.

But I don't know why at this moment, Wuchen's heart seems to be blocked by something.

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, why he was proud of the world in his previous life, and he was still extremely lonely.

Why is it alone in the shrine, but it is empty and lonely.

maybe

He should turn around now, walk in front of Aolan Boshuang, and do something, which can be regarded as making up for the debt in his previous life.

But he didn't, and in the end he shook his head a little bitterly and said, "No!"

A voice in his head shouted, "You are not qualified to turn around,

At least not yet!"

After finishing speaking, Wuchen's whole person seemed to feel a lot more relaxed, and he didn't look back, his figure was vertical, like a lone eagle in the night, spreading his wings and flying.

After hearing Wuchen say the word 'no', the light in Aolan Boshuang's beautiful eyes dimmed, and he didn't even hear what Wuchen said.

Wuchen left, and she turned around a little lonely and disappeared into the darkness after a while.

The wind is howling, and the shadows of the mountains in the darkness, the ancient trees, and the shadows are sufficient.

Wuchen was in a hurry, and even a little panicked, if he was caught by the old man, he would have no physiology.

This person is even more terrifying than the four people of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy combined.

Wuchen thought as he swept away.

At this moment, he happened to leap forward from an ancient tree.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in my face.

It was too late for Wuchen to dodge, but he bumped into an object.

"Ouch!" I heard only one exclaim.

Wuchen looked closely, but saw a black shadow, which was shooting towards the ground, as if he was rescuing something.

Crash!

The sound of something like a wine jar shattering.

"My 100-year-old snowflake carving!"

An angry roar erupted in anger.

Wuchen only felt that the dark shadow flashed in front of him, and a face full of anger appeared not far in front of him: "Boy, don't you have long eyes at night?"

The man was in his mid-forties, and he looked quite elegant, and he looked like a teacher. At this moment, the corners of his eyes twitched, and the green tendons flared up.

Wuchen didn't feel the strong martial arts aura from his body, but he had a feeling of extreme danger.

This feeling is different from the suppression that Guo Changhe of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy tried his best to suppress.

This person doesn't have the slightest martial arts aura, where does his coercion come from?

When Wuchen was thinking about it, he saw the man's big hand stretched out.

Three mountains of flames lit up from around Wuchen's body.

The next moment, I saw the man's palm grasping in the void.

The three flames burst to the ground, suddenly swelled and extended, and merged with each other to form a furnace the size of several zhang to trap the dust in the middle.

Without thinking, Wuchen flipped his palm, revealing a flame several feet high.

The same fire, Wuchen has absolute confidence in his condensed and compressed flames.

Then Wuchen threw the fireball forward, who knew that it was a blow full of confidence, and when it hit the flame furnace wall that had just formed, it was extinguished with a pop!

Hey!

A surprised voice came from outside the flame furnace, and then said coldly: "I'm still a spiritual path disciple, hum, just a low-level spiritual skill fireball, and you still dare to fight against my Danhuo? What's wrong with you, it's bad for me, die!"

Talking, whew!

The flames of the flame furnace soared suddenly.

Wuchen only felt that there were flames everywhere around him, and the surging flames burned his body, and the pain was incomparable.

Listening to the mention of the word Danhuo by outsiders, Wuchen's mind couldn't help flashing, could it be that he had met an alchemist?

Seeing that the Dan fire was burning more and more fiercely, the flames and bursts of smoke like poisonous snakes wrapped up the black dust in a short time.

Wuchen breathes bitterly and moves slowly.

At this moment, he wanted to run martial arts, but he couldn't.

The flames are getting bigger and bigger, and the smoke is getting bigger and bigger.

The black dust is full of heads, and he is about to fall.

But I saw an object fall in my hand, and when I looked down, it was a black and red long stick, which fell off from my back at some point and was grabbed by myself.

The black and red long stick, the dark and ugly surface is still ugly, and the criss-cross lines are like blood all over the stick body.

At this moment, the front end of the black and red long stick has been wrapped in flames, but the tentacles are slightly cold, and there is no trace of getting hot.

Holding it with both hands, Wuchen's forehead was also against the stick, and the cold temperature made him regain a trace of consciousness.

At this moment, it is raining heavily, and it is still falling.

It's just that under the scorching of this flame furnace, the cold raindrops that fell under the feet, or on the body, turned into white heat, with the fishy smell of earth and stones, which made the black dust even more sullen.

Wuchen coughed loudly, breathed hard, and wanted to rush out with a long stick, but his strength couldn't lift half a point.

In the end, it was the coolness of the long stick that could not keep him awake, and in the end he could no longer control himself, and sat on the ground with a puff, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, so as to delay some time.

Suddenly, I don't know what happened, Wuchen suddenly felt a light on his head, and raindrops fell on his face.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that above the palm of my hand, the phantom of a baby was opening its small mouth to devour the flames.

In a few moments, the entire surrounding flame that made up the furnace was swallowed by it.

After swallowing, it burped and puffed out a puff of white smoke.

Then he smiled at Wuchen.

Wuchen couldn't help but smile, since the black wooden ring fell on his middle finger, Wuchen had thought of many ways, but he couldn't take it off.

But he tried many times, and could not find anything in the wooden ring.

He thought that this might be a prank on himself by the Fire Yuan Spirit, and after a while, he fell off by himself.

Who knew that after such a long time, Wuchen had forgotten about it, and who knew that at this critical moment.

The Fire Primal Spirit appears!

Also saved himself.

Looking at the little eyes of the Fire Urging Yuan Ling, who looked at me as if it was still me, Wuchen didn't know what to say for a while.

Suddenly, for some reason, the Fire Primordial Spirit disappeared all at once.

At this moment, a cold wind blew.

A black shadow swooped in.

Wuchen didn't have time to react, only to feel that his chest was like a crack and flew out upside down.

When he looked at it again, the black wooden ring on the middle finger of his right hand had already reached the other party's hand.

The man looked at the black wooden ring, and his eyes showed incomparable fanaticism, even trembling.

I saw him tremble, pinching his fingers, squeezing out a drop of blood, and his hand couldn't help shaking to the top of the black ring, dripping.

Bright red blood, a graceful trail in the air, landed on the ring.

"No!" Dusty shouted, but it was too late.

The Fire Primordial Spirit, the key to the Boundless Dan Dao, was taken away like this. (To be continued.) )