The fire of the world, the monks generally divide it into nine levels, respectively, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple yang, the world is so big, there are no surprises, although outside this ninth level, there must be more powerful fires that have not been discovered or have become taboo and dare not mention, but only this nine-level fire is enough to burn the destructive power of half a lifetime of cultivation for ordinary monks to a certain extent, and the "Purple Flame Seven Stacks", as the name suggests, should be the purple fire of the top three.

Thinking about the painful experience when he practiced the "Purple Flame Seven Stacks", Xiao Cong couldn't help but grin for a while, Xiao Cong was only six years old at that time, and he practiced this fire control technique under the supervision of Tiandao Weng step by step, and he had burned his own true qi as the source, turned into red fire, and then turned into orange fire and green fire step by step...... It took nearly three years of almost self-destructive efforts, and the end was painful.

Tiandao Weng told Xiao Cong:

"In the world of ordinary monks, the hair of controlling fire is the most difficult luck method to master, the thousands of spells in the world are inseparable from their origins, after all, it is the stinginess of the body to mobilize the atmosphere of the world, the war between ordinary monks is just to rob the surrounding various worlds of qi, and if you master the hair of fire, then other methods of luck will not be a problem in the future. ”

Xiao Cong asked Tiandao Weng at that time,

"Everything in the world is following a gradual process of change from zero to one, from one to few, and today I am so high-minded and low-eyed, greedy for merit, isn't it against common sense? Won't it leave any hidden dangers?"

Heavenly Dao Weng stroked his beard and laughed,

"Little doll, with your master, you don't have to worry about this, there is a unified ruler in the world to weigh everything, as long as you work hard in place, nothing can not be done, but, in this way, you have to bear much more than others, but what you get is much more than others, besides, you master more at this time, I can worry less about being a teacher in the future, after all, the road is your own, you have to rely on yourself after all. ”

Therefore, Tiandao Weng took the "Purple Flame Seven Stacks" as an example, and accompanied Xiao Cong through a dark spring and autumn when he was six years old, and since then, Tiandao Weng has never taken care of him much, saying that it is better to hope that Xiao Cong can be conscious of everything, and to say that the ugly thing is to let the little guy fend for himself, but then again, if he doesn't even have a minimum of consciousness, how can he still be qualified to be his disciple of Tiandao Weng.

Thinking of the "Purple Flame Seven Stacks", in addition to grinning his teeth, it was more that there was a surging heart in the depths of his heart that made him want to move, because of this move, he had never used it on people.

"Okay, old fellow, I'll use you to test my achievements in the past few years today!"

A pillar of crimson fire as thick as an arm shot out from between Xiao Cong's hands, and the surging and condensed flames came almost instantaneously, and quickly spread to the old guy's whole body, making him instantly turn into a burning man.

The old fellow looked creepy, but he was not afraid at all, but instead laughed and shouted:

"Little doll, do you think you can defeat the old man in this way, how can ordinary flames hurt the old man........."

Suddenly, the laughter came to an abrupt end, replaced by a ghost crying wolf,

"Ahh.........h

The flame gradually turned blue, and it was only then that the old fellow realized that the flame was so strange, like a maggot on the tarsal bones, inextricable, scorching heat, deep into the bones, it seemed that it was not his body that burned, but his soul.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The faint sound of breaking wind kept sounding, and vaguely Xiao Cong felt that a few winds were brushing on his cheeks and neck, he opened his eyes wide, and reached out to touch his face with a slight dazedness, there was a sticky feeling on his fingers, and there was a faint imperceptible fishy smell faintly diffusing into his nose, he knew that it was blood, and only blood would be such a palpitating feeling.

"Innuendo ......"

He muttered softly with slightly blank eyes, an unprecedented fear enveloping him in an instant and then fading away like a tide in an instant, sweat slowly wetting his dirty clothes, he knew that he had just met with death, and it was just a passing pass. Throughout the ages, there have been countless strong people who have been killed by the Zhuge family using "insinuations", and he doesn't know whether to regret or rejoice...... It's better to be glad that the old guy didn't use it in advance, and let him get away with it.

The old guy's screams became smaller and smaller, and finally it was almost inaudible, and Xiao Cong faintly heard the last words of the old guy - "... Purple... Flame... Seven... Repeatedly......... Shaw... Hunan ... I...... Target... Tribe... Person... No... Yes... Put... Pass... You ......"

A purple elegant flame suddenly erupted in his mouth, he raised his head, opened his arms, and slowly fell down in front of Xiao Cong, the purple flame burned, burning without hurry, her elegance, her nobility, her calmness, sent the last journey of the old guy's life, and also turned the old guy's past into nothing, Xiao Cong watched quietly, motionless.

Knowing that a trance struck, his body shook twice, and there was no longer blood oozing from the wounds on his face and neck, but there was a strange dark black flail like ink, he squinted his eyes, feeling that life was becoming heavier and heavier, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked a trace of inexplicable and weird smile, charming, but it made people feel extremely sad, a long breath slowly eased out from his small and delicate nasal cavity, and he said slowly with a sense of relief:

"I'm finally relieved. ”

Finally, he suddenly fell to the ground.