The flame should give people the feeling of being hot and vigorous, representing the fierceness when the vigor and vitality reach the limit.

In fact, for the ancients who circled the five elements, the flame refers to both reality and virtuality, such as the way of yin and yang.

The five elements that people often say do not refer to the five specific things of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, but to the life of all things in nature. For example, pharmacists often know that poisons are shengke, but where there is often another type of poison that is naturally born next to it, it can be an example of natural shengke.

When it comes to the real thing, when the flame refers to the flame alone, it no longer expresses just vitality, but the only way from destruction to new life. Plants and trees are turned to ashes by fire, and the ashes melt into the earth to give birth to new plants and trees, which is the responsibility of the flame and its eternal mission.

To put it simply, a flame is a burning life, a death that contains life.

This is not the case with the Stygian Fire

There is space under the earth, and there is ground under the air, and there are wells on the earth, like springs that spit out flames.

A jet-black air current, which was still visible in the pitch black, roared out and rushed straight to the hell gate that hung diagonally in the sky. This is the reliance of Mei Shuai, simulating the opening of the door of the underworld, and the fire will automatically appear after being inspired, wanting to return to its origins.

Ignoring the vision, the so-called black flames only exist in people's hearts, souls, as if those flames are not ignited in the body, but burned in the soul. It doesn't feel hot, it's not burning life, it's cold, dead, pure and clear.

As Mei Shuai said, death is death, regardless of high and low, regardless of racial origin, after death is a benchmark on the road of reincarnation, a landscape, a must way.

Maybe it's because I've been in the Yang world for a long time. These flames, which should not have any impurities, were also dyed with a unique aura in the world. Bring a bit of emotion.

It was anxious, manic, restless, like a beast that had been imprisoned for eternity, and when it came out of its cage, it was afraid that it was just a dream.

At this time, the floating demon who was dragged and smashed by the crowd of beasts appeared out of thin air, blocking the path of the return of the Hellfire. The spring is firmly sealed.

"Whew!"

The roar of the terrible and furious to the extreme resounded in the souls of the people, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the scream of the floating demon or the roar of the spirit contained in the fire of the underworld, and the thick and solid body of the floating demon seemed to be thrown into the flames of the candle, melting and flowing away, and quickly turning to ashes. Behind it, the truncated body flew like a stone blown into the sky by a strong wind. It was quickly blown away and cut apart, and there was not a trace of blood.

Representing the purest power of the underworld, the fire of the underworld has never been as bloodthirsty as the ghosts and evil spirits living in the underworld, it only destroys, there is no evil and no good, no desire and no desire, no hatred and no resentment, only clean. Just destruction.

It is the fairest of deaths

In the twinkling of an eye. To be precise, the moment the demon went from being alert to realizing what was happening, its body had disappeared nearly halfway. On the front, left, and right sides, each of the three cards held a tentacle, squeezing out the strength in the bone marrow, and pulling it with all his might; At the feet of Mei Shuai, the breath of the giant beast transformed by the demon guard was dying, and a cloud of red mist was filled with his body, and he was continuously pumping blood towards the underworld.

Opening the gate of the underworld not only requires supernatural powers, but also requires sacrifices, the trolls in the first battle of Surabaya are dead, and Meishuai not only uses Zuihou to summon it once, but also ruthlessly "contributes" this demon guard;

Not far away, Gongzi Yu's face was pale, his expression was shriveled to death, and he was nervously looking at the floating demon who was struggling wildly. Although because of the merger of the big head and the floating demon, he took the initiative to descend and sink into the earth, and the Big Five Ghost Handling Technique was able to change the target, but this technique itself was already close to the scope of forbidden arts, so how could it not pay the price.

Farther away, Leng Yu's indifferent expression was even colder, and her cold gaze did not have the slightest hint of supervising the beauty and handsomeness as she said, and she didn't even mean to stay. She stared at the floating demon with unblinking eyes, like a knife.

The tentacles that rolled like springs disappeared in an instant, and the three were caught by the three, and the three had the tentacles that survived, and they were frantically beaten after the floating demon was hit hard, without any target.

It's completely instinctive.

The floating demons are going crazy, there is actually a gate here, there is actually a fire of the underworld! They can actually burst out of the rocks around them, and the roar seems to be as if even the sky has collapsed, and the stone walls that have been reinforced by the spells cast by the people and maintained by the magic circle are cracked one by one, and large pieces are eroded down, like a thousand-year-old house, rotten and unbearable.

The Float doesn't care about that, it doesn't have time, it can't take care of it, it forgets everything around it, it just wants to get out as quickly as possible.

The fatal attack was not only the Hellfire, but also the two huge demon beasts that jumped out of nowhere behind them, spitting fire and trampling, grabbing like hooks, and shuttling like lightning with red tongues, destroying one of its tentacles!

It's only sixth-order, it's only sixth-order!

Although he was attacked by a surprise attack, and although he was seriously injured in an instant, the floating demon could still see the origin of the two demon beasts at a glance. If it weren't for the ancient bloodline and many adventures, how could a mere sixth-order demon beast destroy its toes with its tongue!

As for the strange donkey that looked fierce and vicious after its transformation, there was nothing to make the floating demon jealous. Big Ash's talent is different, and his power in the Surabaya River is boundless, and he can't be used at all here, so he can only step on it with his weight and strange strength.

That's not going to be easy, either.

The transformed assembly is as huge as a savage mammoth, while raising the sky and howling non-stop, the four hooves are like flying and stomping on the "fat" leaves of the floating demon, not to mention the damage geometry, that kind of taste is like

These are nothing, not even the Hellfire, the real great terror comes from one person, from the white-clothed young man who makes the floating demon hate to the depths of his soul, but at this time he can't help but be afraid to the bones.

After 30,000 miles of chasing here, the floating demon saw his cunning, his insidiousness, his ruthlessness, his absoluteness, and his poison, but he did not see profit.

It saw it at this point, but it rather didn't. The Floating Demon couldn't have imagined that it was just a Jiedan monk, a junior with such limited mana. There is such a fierce, strong, and wild thing hidden

Sword Intent!

It's dawn.

When that sword light. To be exact, when the sword intent appeared, the sky lit up.

A little light flashed in the dark space, and the narrow Shura Prison like a sword box opened, and a little star was lit out.

Elongated, widened, and intensified, the starlight turned into a sword, xiangxia, but it tore through the sky. It also illuminates the sky.

The huge space is as bright as day, as bright as the bright moon, I don't know if I sense the breath of the decline of the origin, and the sword is bold and exudes a lonely and cold taste, and suddenly hisses.

At the moment when the sword sounded, the hearts of everyone who heard the sword sound were not sharp. Not intense, but a sad smell, as if an ancient tree has lost its roots, flowers have gone to their soil, and flowing water has cut off its source.

After practicing for so long, Thirteen Lang's feelings were the clearest, and a sense of ominousness suddenly appeared in his heart, and his complexion changed greatly!

Swordsman. Sharp weapons also. Born for penetration, sharp for cutting, the breath of the sword master melts into the mind. It's the sword spirit. The sword spirit has a sense, it can cross the galaxy, and it is difficult to be blocked by the sky.

The sorrow of the sword intent was only for a moment, and then it turned into intense, like the phoenix of nirvana, the sun of the end, so blazing, so unruly, so uninhibited and free.

There is only one sword intent, and the release is the end of this life, since this is the case, why not go wild and wantonly, it should be burned to the fullest, and sing the most wonderful sound

The thunder roared, booming, like sadness, and like jealousy.

Heaven has affection, and Heaven also has jealousy, and when the beauty of the world is too indulgent, it will attract jealousy.

The sword slashed the void and tore the earth, accompanied by a sorrowful howl that hurt to the extreme and hated the sky.

"Kill!"

The distant swallowtail county is full of magical powers, and the war is in full swing. A wheelchair was lightly hung in white, wrapped around a body like dry bones.

Mr. Big quietly looked at the sky, looking into the distance without knowing how far, his thin face was still handsome, and there was no expression. Yuan Chaonian knelt beside him, his head buried deep in the crook of his arm, tears flowing.

There was a roar in the distance, and the two of them were completely unconscious, sitting and kneeling, and no one made a sound.

After a long time, Mr. Big suddenly felt something, and his expression showed a trace of excitement, like a paralyzed body suddenly straightened up.

"Have you encountered a strong enemy? It's a pity that you only have a sword, and you may be able to deal with it. ”

Yuan Chaonian looked up in amazement and shouted, "Master!"

Mr. Big ignored it, felt it quietly for a while, and gradually felt weak, waved his hand and said: "The name of the master in this seat has never taught you any magical powers, so don't call it." ”

Yuan Chaonian didn't know what had happened before, so he lowered his head and said silently: "One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, disciples dare not disobey." ”

"Don't dare to disobey, a good one doesn't dare to disobey. ”

Mr. Big's face reappeared coldly, and he said in a cold voice: "Your qualifications, temperament, and perseverance are not bad, the reason why you can't take any step is because of these four words: dare not disobey!"

Yuan Chaonian could only be silent.

"Well, you can't be blamed for that. ”

Mr. Big sighed, his voice showed a rare hint of kindness, and said: "If it weren't for this, you wouldn't be valued by the teacher, and you wouldn't be able to climb to such a position." On the contrary, the teacher and the deity owe you a lot."

Yuan Chaonian suddenly wept and said, "Master, don't say it again, the disciple doesn't dare to listen." ”

Mr. Big shook his head, not knowing whether he was disappointed or emotional, he paused for a while and said, "Can you write down the things that the deity explained?"

Yuan Chaonian nodded vigorously.

Mr. Big said: "I entrusted it to you because the ghost Dao has a strong temperament, and although his cultivation is strong, he is easy to do wrong things; ”

Yuan Chaonian didn't know what to say, so he could only wait quietly.

Mr. Da said: "The Taoist Academy is not a sect, there is no Taoist theory, and the deity has always avoided the position of dean, and this is the reason; ”

Without mentioning it for two in a row, Mr. Big was a little tired, and after resting for a while, he said: "After returning, bring my words to Xiaomei, and then Xiao Shisanlang himself knows that that child must refuse to take a break, and no one can stop him." ”

"Hatred is such a thing, in fact, it is not interesting; the deity is living quite happily, and now he is dead, although he is a little unwilling, but he will not be as angry as others, but then again, if there is one person in the world who can avenge the deity, it is this son. ”

After a slight pause, Mr. Big looked down at Yuan Chaonian. Said seriously: "If there is another day." Just tell him the truth as to what he will do and how he will do it, don't care. ”

If you don't take revenge, and you don't want to stop others from taking revenge, is this really free? Yuan Chaonian didn't know, he could only nod blankly and keep it in his heart.

I don't have anything more to say. Mr. Big raised his head again, looked at the sky with a faint expression, and his gaze gradually became quiet.

"The deity seems to smell the breath of the underworld"

At this moment, in the distant wilderness, I was thinking of a terrified roar.

"Styx upside down!"

The origin of heavenly jealousy

(This section is not charged because I want to charge those two cents.) It's because I have a habit of deleting tracts, but I don't want this text to disappear. ）

Mr. Big's end is a little abrupt? I believe some people feel this way, let me say a few words

Forging Immortal has written until now, and Lao Gun has said more than once that except for the occasional brilliant chapter, the whole volume is wonderful, and it should be the first volume. If you want to talk about the reason, the supporting role is undoubtedly the most powerful one.

how

To write about people is to write about things. Writing requires words. It takes space, and a few words outline a person's genius pen by inspiration and chance. It's not a real skill I can achieve.

Mr. Big and the old dean are two characters that I think I regret a lot; the old dean is better, except for the part about the concept of the Taoist Academy, I didn't design any main drama for him; Mr. Big is different, I designed the ending chapter for him, about 40,000 words.

However, it was not written

I didn't write a word, because as long as I started writing, I would definitely come out and send it regardless of the ground, and then bear the consequences

It's still too cowardly!

At the beginning, because the dark tone and tragic color of the first volume were slightly stronger, it directly caused the forging immortals to hit the street when they were put on the shelves, and they finally survived until now they have improved slightly, and if they do it again, the old gun can't bear it

Therefore, whether it is the old dean or Mr. Big, they have to be collected and written, and those pictures related to the protagonist can be chopped off.

The old gun is not an old cat, and he doesn't have his literary talent or his confidence, maybe it's his backbone.

It's unwilling, honestly

Let's add two sentences here, as a remedy, as a sacrifice.

What kind of person is the old dean? In my design, he is a wise but conservative, far-sighted, and capable person, but he is more constrained, and he is unwilling and afraid to break the rules. There is no doubt that such a character will not make any big mistakes, nor will he make any great achievements, and it is a pity to keep it a little wasteful.

There are still changes, and near his old age, the old dean finally let himself go, which is manifested in the handling of the protagonist problem and the Sumeru problem. Don't ask me why I write like this, who calls the novel a protagonist? The protagonist is not favored, so is it still called the protagonist? Everyone is not used to the protagonist, everyone is embarrassed by him, and everyone who looks at it sneers and disdains that it is a pig's head, and it is definitely not the protagonist I want to write.

Therefore, I gave the old dean the most comfortable but regrettable ending: old death!

Mr. Big is different, he is wild but not completely uninhibited, chic but not autumn wind, proud but not rebellious, and finally can only say: "Live happily, die and die, there is no need to complain." As a result.

In other words, in my heart, a person like Mr. Big who is arrogant and unrounded, smart but not insidious, chic but not free and easy, is destined to have only one result.

Come to a sticky end!

Yes, in my book, not only "bad guys" don't die well, but some "good guys" too.

Mr. Big should be considered a good person, but he must not die well.

I didn't make him heroic, because Mr. Big was invincible on the battlefield, and I didn't want this image to collapse, so I had to choose the other side: to die in the back.

It's a pity that there is no process for writing the results, and the taste is naturally thin

So I gave him two words: jealousy!

May the gentleman rest in peace

The things you want to do but can't do, leave it to the protagonist, and leave it to the thirteenth master.

He is more ruthless, more vicious, more cunning, and more desperate.

May the gentleman rest in peace

(To be continued......)