Zong Si said solemnly: "Your entry is too fast, and the cultivation sect has not been an alien like you for decades. Since you are an enemy of our door towards Guiyuan Temple, it is a troublesome thing for the little boy to leave you alive, and I will accept you today. ”

Yi Tianxing, who was in flames, said with a smile: "Accept me? When I am a monster, it is said that although the last three days are mysterious, they are not involved in worldly affairs, especially the auspicious heavenly gate, there are countless cultivators, but it is strictly forbidden to get involved in earthly battles, you can't get along with me several times, aren't you afraid of the door rules to deal with it?"

Zong Si said coldly: "In just a few months, you have gone from a layman who doesn't know anything to a cultivator who is now inferior to me, who knows if you are a monster?"

Yi Tianxing heard him say that he was faintly worried, and grinned, and the wandering flames floating on his lips with white teeth were extremely bright: "Is it a human or a demon, is it determined by your auspicious heaven?"

"It doesn't matter if you are a human or a demon, if you dare to be an enemy of the little boy, it is a dead end. Zong Si yīn said coldly.

"Smack!"

I don't know how, Yi Tianxing, who was sitting cross-legged and snatching control of Huoyuan with the oil lamp before, floated behind Zong Si like a gust of wind at this time, and the fire palm nudged and patted Zong Si's shoulder.

Zong Si let out a strange scream, and the whole person was swept obliquely into the sky by this palm blow.

Yi Tianxing waited for a long time just now to wait for this opportunity, seeing that he was in chaos in mid-air, how could he miss it, with a flick of his right finger, a grain of vermilion fire rushed towards his chest. Unexpectedly, the small oil lamp in the field was really powerful, and it seemed to have a great attraction, and it forcibly diverted this vermilion fire by a few inches, and did not hit Zong Si's chest, but rubbed his cheek, leaving a deep scorch mark.

Zong Si snorted and drilled into the treetops, with the fire on his shoulders and didn't know where to go. Yi Tianxingmi saw it, and he didn't know what means this kid used, so he actually put out the fire that he slapped on his shoulder.

At this time, although the barrier set by Zong Si before was broken, the flames in the forest were everywhere, and the green leaves and green branches were burned to the point that bursts of smoke rose, and the forest was almost invisible, and although Zong Si was gone, the quaint oil lamp with a faint dark gold sè was still flat and stayed not far in front of Yi Tianxing.

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Yi Tianxing didn't care about chasing and killing the injured Zong Si at this time, thinking that this person's cultivation realm was lower than his own and he dared to come and collect himself, it seemed that the broken oil lamp in front of him must be a great magic weapon, thinking of this, and then watching the real fire in his body bubbling out, circling around the oil lamp, he couldn't recruit it back, so he couldn't help but be a little jealous, and his heart was worried, and he sat down cross-legged in front of the oil lamp, trying to think of a way to deal with the magic weapon.

He thought to himself that Zong Si should be injured a lot after receiving his own palm from the fire, although the oil lamp and the "fire jīng" were dealing with him, and he would not dare to go far, but he should not have the courage to sneak attack him again, so he sat down peacefully and dug out the supreme method of Buddhism in his mind.

"Though things come into being, they do not accumulate, they do not perish, nor do they give up their forms, they do not perish, even though they do not exist. Yi Tianxing has a delicate heart, secretly carrying the heart of contemplation, vaguely feeling that Huoyuan is similar to all the true qi between heaven and earth, and also pays attention to the way back, but he has never found a specific way, and he can't help but be a little anxious.

The Buddha's heart moved, and his consciousness was a little confused, but he felt the bird through the smoke in the woodtops.

The red bird was flying rapidly in the woods, and seemed to be in a hurry.

In the glade between the forests, Yi Tianxing sat cross-legged, struggling to fight against the bronze oil lamp Kunlun Huo's magical powers, and in the depths of the forest, there was a pair of yīn eyes staring at him. Passing over the top of the treetops, you can see a small reddish finch scurrying back and forth at a speed that is difficult to catch with the naked eye, as if it wants to rush into the forest.

"Don't come down. Yi Tianxing secretly prayed silently.

He still has the power to resist, and he secretly uses the Three Flavors Zazen Sutra to move his mind.

"Inside and outside, go and go with the heart. ”

As soon as the mantra of the Zen Sutra came out, the remnants of the fire element in the body were slowly transported along a certain place in the abdomen, which was thin at first, but gradually thickened, forming a whirlpool like a water rapid. He secretly observed himself with the Heart Sutra and found this great vision, but he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse, but no matter what, the power of the fire element vortex was much greater than before, and the speed at which the fatal oil lamp absorbed his fire element was much slower.

Yi Tianxing's eyes quietly looked at the faint fire in the oil lamp, he really couldn't understand that such an inconspicuous thing could have such a great magical power, and at this time he remembered that Master Bin Ku of Guiyuan Temple had mentioned that Ji Xiangtian was the best at refining weapons, and at the beginning of his rivalry with Zong Si, he saw that he could not cultivate Erer, but he forgot the magic weapon he might carry, which was really stupid.

His eyes watched as several fire dragons of his own Fire Yuan Organization in front of him kept circling around the oil lamp, but his divine sense was placed above the forest, paying close attention to Zong Si's movements and the little Vermilion Bird.

The treetops in the upper right moved slightly.

Yi Tianxing knew that Zong Si was coming.

At this time, the fire in his body was swirling faster, and it was slowly about to be equal to the absorption power of the oil lamp, but Zong Si was coming!

Yi Tianxing panicked slightly, not knowing that he should take care of that side first.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a spell sounding in the sky: "Shake off Kandui, Yizan to help the general!" Zong Si, whose shoulders were pitch-black, rushed towards him with a sinister aura.

As this Taoist mantra sounded, the oil lamp in front of Yi Tianxing suddenly shone brightly, and an extremely powerful force came from there, and the several fire dragons that were still circling the oil lamp before were suddenly sucked closer by three points!

Yi Tianxing snorted, twisted his body forcibly, and just avoided Zong Si's outside the sky.

But that sect of thinking about the body is strange, as if it is formless and substantial, and his body is circling around him with the remnants of the Dao, occasionally stretching out a palm.

Although Yi Tianxing's speed was extremely fast, at this time, most of his mind was tied to the oil lamp that was lit in the middle of the field, and he sat cross-legged, so he could only be beaten passively, and he couldn't help but feel depressed. Although he reacted quickly, he was unable to move, and after all, he was slapped a few times by Zong Si, although his body was solid and would not be injured, but the hot pain in the back of his shoulder still made him nameless.

Nameless fire?

Yi Tianxing thought about this, and the next moment he realized the way to fight the enemy. Zong Si floated close like a ghost again, and struck out with a vicious palm, and when he was about to hit him under the ribs, his mind moved, and the method rushed out, and a ball of true fire seeped out from his ribs, burning Zong Si's palm.

Zong Siwei screamed, and his left palm came out through his armpit, and he was about to hit him in the face with his right palm.

But although his body was strange and erratic, it couldn't catch up with Yi Tianxing's thoughts after all, and before his palm touched the door, another real fire greeted him.

Although the true fire in Yi Tianxing's body at this time was playing the game of eagle catching chickens with the fire jīng oil lamp, the remaining true fire was enough to deal with Zong Si's fists and feet.

After a few rounds of fighting like this, Yi Tianxing settled down, knowing that in addition to this magic weapon, Zong Si could only rely on his fists and feet, which was not too afraid.