"Is it the second form of the Remnant Fire Sword Technique?" He Zudao in the Qiankun Ring pondered for a while and said, "Mu'er, I originally planned to pass on this trick to you when I was in the Flame Mountain, since you want to learn it now, then I will teach you the mantra as a teacher!"

As soon as the words fell, a red light burst out from the Qiankun Ring, and then slowly spread out in front of Xiao Mu, turning into a red scroll, and the first line of the scroll had a line of big characters written on it: Remnant Fire Knife Method Second Style: Remnant Fire Prison Clothes. There is also a line of words below the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info : all are ashes.

Xiao Mu thought to himself: These eight words are quite domineering, and they must be extraordinary. After thinking about it, he looked down the scroll again, followed by the mantra and the notes.

The first form of the Remnant Fire Knife is called the Rising Sun Blade, which requires the spiritual power to be infused into the center of the blade, and the high-speed friction between the spiritual power and the air is used to interweave flames.

The principle of the Hellcloak is the same, but it requires several times more spiritual power than the Rising Sun Blade.

Xiao Mu silently recited the mantra of the Remnant Fire Hell Cloak several times and memorized it by heart, and then, he closed his eyes and silently evolved every movement of the Remnant Fire Hell Cloak in his mind.

There was silence all around, and occasionally the cries of thorn birds sounded in the forest not far away, and the cool breeze blew up, and the lake under his feet was flooded with green ripples in circles and circles.

After a while, he slowly pulled out the flowing blade from the Qiankun Ring, and slowly instilled spiritual power into the blade, and then, a faint wisp of white smoke came out of the tip of the knife, like a wisp of light veil, floating around.

The blade trembled, and then trembled more and more violently, and at the same time, there was a clear hiss from the blade, and the sound spread far away like ripples, and the lake began to tremble, and large ripples appeared on the water, and those ripples kept colliding, dissipating, and appearing.

Immediately afterward, the blade of the flowing blade began to burn, turning from silver to red, and then to bright red, so red that it was about to drip blood. A fiery breath erupted from the blade, like the breath of a fire dragon, the air distorted in large areas, and the vision began to distort, and the lake water under the feet was evaporated in a large area, and wisps of faint white gas appeared, and for a while, the water was full of hazy mist, making the surroundings look like a beautiful fairyland.

As Xiao Mu's spiritual power continued to inject into the flowing blade like fire, the flowing blade like fire began to burn, as soon as the flames appeared, the temperature around them rose rapidly, and water vapor continued to emerge, covering the surroundings.

The flames trembled and roared, louder and louder, like the roar of a dragon, and resounded throughout the sky.

Liu Xiaobo, who was resting in the thatched hut, woke up from his dream and fell to the ground, his face was full of shock, he didn't care about wiping the dust off his face, and while walking out, he thought to himself: "What happened? Why is there so much movement?"

As soon as he stepped out of the thatched hut, he suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, almost burning him to the ground. He hurriedly activated his spiritual power and summoned a pale blue spiritual power shield that enveloped him all around.

"Where did this flame come from, it was so blazing, could it be that there was a fire in the forest?" Liu Xiaobo looked at it, and saw a person floating above the lake not far away, that person was holding a bright red knife, and an extremely terrifying red flame burst out from the blade.

"Hey, isn't that Xiao Mu? Is he practicing some powerful exercises?" Liu Xiaobo muttered in his heart, he heard from Liu Ying'er that Xiao Mu defeated the young genius Deng Shaohua in a row, as well as Deng Shaohua's uncle Deng Baiyi, the white-clothed god king, but he had never seen Xiao Mu's true strength, "It seems that Xiao Mu does have amazing strength!"

Suddenly, the flame was extinguished, the red light on the flowing blade slowly disappeared, the surrounding mist began to slowly disappear, the temperature slowly dropped, and large water droplets dripped down from the air, like large beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, making a "ding dong" sound.

"Hmm, did it fail? That's really a pity!" Liu Xiaobo sighed, he looked at the spiritual power shield beside him, only to see that the light mask on it slowly melted, as if the snow met the sun, "This power is too fierce, even if it fails, it still bursts out with such a powerful spiritual power." ”

Xiao Mu gasped for breath and almost fell out of mid-air. Just now, when the spiritual power was injected, it was too fast, causing the spiritual power in the dantian to not keep up for a while, thus failing.

"It seems that it is not so easy to cultivate the Remnant Fire Hell Cloak well!" Xiao Mu said with emotion, "However, this is only the first time, I don't believe that I, Xiao Mu, can't successfully cultivate the Remnant Fire Hell Cloak!"

Xiao Mu took a deep breath and exhaled all the turbid qi in his abdomen, and his spirit became much clearer than before. He held the blade tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, as if they had broken through his skin.

The spiritual power in the dantian surged, like flowing water, pouring out from the flowing blade like fire, and the flowing blade like fire flashed a dazzling red light again, and the red light burst away, like a ray of red firework soaring into the sky, crossing the sky. At the same time, the temperature rose again, and the scorching flames caused the space around it to twist and tumble like a dancing dragon.

"Everything is in ashes!"

Xiao Mu roared, and immediately, a huge wave of scorching red flames erupted from the blade, and the blazing fire enveloped a large area of the sky in an instant, and the entire sky trembled violently, as if it was also terrified to the extreme.

The trembling lasted for a long time before it slowly disappeared, and the sky was scorched black, and many places were burned out of large black holes, making the sky look like it was full of desolation.

Xiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself: This trick is full of power, I haven't used one-third of my strength yet, the power is already so strong, if I can use this trick perfectly, it should be comparable to the Black Buddha's palm.

At this time, Xiao Mu was a little dizzy, because he had extracted a large amount of spiritual power from the dantian twice in a row, which made the spiritual power a little unable to keep up for a while.

"The spiritual power consumed by this remnant fire prison cloak is three times more than that of the Rising Sun Blade, and the power is probably more than three times more, it seems that we still have to find a way to improve our spiritual power. ”

As soon as he thought of improving his spiritual power, Xiao Mu suddenly remembered what He Zudao said before, there are some high-level disciples in Taiping Dao, and when they fight, they will extract spiritual power from nature as a supplement, so they always have more wins and fewer losses when they fight with people from the outside world.

"It would be nice if I could learn to extract spiritual power from nature in the future, so that I don't have to worry about running out of spiritual power, and at the same time, when fighting people, I can also have the upper hand. ”

Xiao will raise the aura from the spiritual land, as well as some spiritual power vegetation, because the aura there is relatively strong, as long as you use a little generation of exercises, you can absorb it to your heart's content. And the aura of nature is too thin for ordinary martial artists to absorb at all, and even if they can, they can only absorb a little, and they can't gather these spiritual powers into a clump.

He Zudao in the Qiankun Ring has been secretly paying attention to Xiao Mu, thinking: Mu'er has only cultivated less than three times, and he can actually cultivate the Remnant Fire Prison Cloak to this extent, it is indeed a gift, it seems that my previous worries are indeed superfluous, if I had known that this was the case, I should have handed over the Remnant Fire Prison Cloak to him earlier.

Liu Xiaobo was frightened by the power of this move, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face was full of horror, and he thought: If this move hits me, I'm afraid that any of my defenses will be crushed, and I will be burned out, and there is no way to escape.

He thought again: This Xiao Mu's strength is Xiao Cheng of the Primordial Spirit Realm, and my realm, why do I feel that his strength is comparable to that of a super powerhouse of the Primordial Spiritual Realm? If I fight with Xiao Mu, I'm afraid that in the first round, I will lose.

Xiao Mu closed his eyes and felt the breath in the dantian, the dantian was close to exhaustion, if Xiao Mu wanted to continue to forcibly cultivate, the dantian would be hit hard, and in the next few days, it would be difficult to continue to extract a large amount of spiritual power.

"Practice the other exercises first, and then start cultivating this remnant fire prison cloak again after the spiritual power is restored, to prepare for tomorrow's battle. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Mu conjured fifteen afterimages from the air, and after a moment of effort, those afterimages began to increase, and suddenly became thirty-five afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, those afterimages began to split, and sixty-five afterimages were conjured up at once. All of a sudden, the sky was full of Xiao Mu's afterimages, densely packed, each Xiao Mu was exactly the same, even the top carver could not carve such a realistic model.

Liu Xiaobo's eyes widened, looking at Xiao Mu who was all over the sky, he was speechless in surprise, and muttered: "Xiao Mu's speed is really fast, some of the powerhouses of the Primordial Spirit Realm that I have seen, as well as some powerhouses who are civilized with speed, are not as fast as him." Moreover, Xiao Mu was able to drag out sixty-five afterimages in the air in a row, and the afterimages never dissipated, making it impossible to distinguish which one is true and which one is false, this kind of exercise is really amazing. By the way, what kind of adventure did Xiao Mu have, he actually had so many top-notch martial arts skills. ”

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaobo was a little envious.

"The seventy-eighth afterimage, the seventy-ninth afterimage, the eightieth afterimage, the eighty-first afterimage!" Xiao Mu conjured the first afterimage to the sixty afterimage, almost in one go, without any stagnation, and after the sixty afterimages, the speed began to slow down, especially after the eightieth afterimage, the speed was twice as slow as before.

Liu Xiaobo stared at Xiao Mu without blinking, and said to himself: "Oh, it was sixty-five afterimages just now, and in the blink of an eye, it has become eighty-one afterimages, isn't eighty-one afterimages the limit of Xiao Mu? Is the limit one hundred afterimages?"

Now he has completely admired Xiao Mu to the ground, he has seen too many young geniuses, at a young age, he entered the Primal Spirit Realm Xiaocheng, but among these young geniuses he has seen, Xiao Mu is definitely the most shining, he dares to say that those young geniuses, when they meet Xiao Mu, they are not vulnerable at all.

"Eighty-third afterimage, eighty-fourth afterimage, eighty-fifth afterimage, eightieth afterimage!" A little sweat appeared on Xiao Mu's forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground. He clenched his fists, shook his body, and dragged ten afterimages through the air in a row, and they were completely lined up like a spinning staircase, like a dragon floating in the air.

"Ninety-first afterimage, ninety-second afterimage, ninety-third afterimage, ninety-fourth afterimage!" Xiao Mu gritted his teeth and conjured four afterimages in the air again, and the afterimages behind him began to become a little confused, as if they were made of mist. "No, I have to conjure the hundredth afterimage before the afterimage disappears!"

Since the last time Xiao Mu successfully cultivated without a trace, the hundredth remnant image was rarely conjured up later, because the afterimage consumed extremely large physical strength.

He gritted his teeth, and wisps of white qi appeared on his body, and those white qi were intertwined with each other, like white snakes. With a "whoosh", he conjured three afterimages from the air again.

Xiao Mu felt that his physical strength was rapidly decreasing, and he roared angrily, like a lion's roar, causing the air and water to vibrate continuously.

"I don't believe it, I, Xiao Mu, can't cultivate the hundredth and ninety-seventh afterimages today!" An afterimage struggled to break away from Xiao Mu's body and floated in midair.

Xiao Mu's lips were purple, his face was pale, his face was full of sweat, he clenched his teeth, almost crushed his teeth, his whole body trembled, and his physical strength seemed to have reached its limit.

"Come out, Ninety-Eighth Afterimage!" Xiao Mu roared again, his eyes wide open, almost popping out of his sockets.

At this time, Xiao Mu's blood vessels suddenly became obvious, and the green tendons were constantly writhing and restless, as if they were about to come out of the skin, which also made Xiao Mu's whole body turn red, like a boiled lobster.

"Come out, Ninety-Nine Afterimages!" Xiao Mu's body shook, and his body became blurry, as if something was about to break away from his body.

The afterimage coincided with Xiao Mu's body, and it wanted to break away, and tried several times, but it still failed.

"Ninety-nine afterimages, still can't you get out? No, I don't believe it, keep coming!" Xiao Mu silently recited the mantra of stepping on the ground without a trace, clenched his fists again, and the bones "banged", as if even the bones of his hands were about to be crushed by him.

The ninety-ninth remnant finally broke away from Xiao Mu with difficulty.

"There's only the last remnant left!" Xiao Mu gasped and muttered. (To be continued.) )