The Nan Open Fire is very special, this kind of Yin Fire has a very low temperature, but when facing filth, it is like an open flame touching gas.

Rong Tianding burst out of his fingers with a little Nanming fire, and instantly turned himself into a fire man.

This is a flame that is difficult to extinguish even if Zhang Xuezhou tramples on it, as long as Rong Tianding has yin qi in his body, this kind of Nanming flame will continue to burn.

"Cousin, use the Vajra talisman!"

Zhang Xuezhou was shocked.

"I must have been too unlucky to affect my cousin!"

His heart was like a snake and scorpion, and when he heard Rong Tianding's wail of pain, the Tai Qing Halal Technique in his hand had already fallen.

Regardless of whether the Halal Technique can help, this is the only cure he can come up with at the moment.

"The world is big, and I'm the biggest!"

In the midst of the wail, Rong Tianding recited the spell, and the few manas activated the vajra talisman.

The golden light on this talisman floated, and then turned into a golden film that clinged to Rong Tianding's body, and constantly collided with the Nanming Fire and Yin Qi burning on his body.

The pale flames, the gray-black corpse qi and yin qi, and the light of the vajra talisman were intertwined back and forth, and the pale blue brilliance of the Tai Halal technique continued to wash over Rong Tianding's body.

In the darkness of the official street, Tian Ding was not the only one who cried out in pain, and the guards patrolling hundreds of meters away did not even glance at this side, but only carried swords and bows and arrows to guard the area they were responsible for.

"Cousin, being a monk is not fun at all!"

Rong Tianding felt that his body was contaminated with flames, and it seemed to be melting.

He was in terrible pain at first, and by the time the vajra talisman was activated, the pain had fallen into numbness.

He stared at Zhang Xuezhou with wide eyes.

Rong Tianding didn't want to become a monk before he practiced, but after becoming a monk, he thought about taking risks, and his young mind always thought that all the benefits in the world were his own, but he never considered that even if he encountered some side things, this was enough to take his life away.

There was a little unwillingness in his eyes, and he also figured out why the Mu Dao people were willing to spend their days in that Taoist temple.

For grassroots cultivators like them, they lack too much, and even with the help of noble people, they are still a duckweed.

Zhang Xuezhou suffered a big loss in realm cultivation, and he was obviously no exception.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou stopped him from cultivating the mutilated realm technique of the Mu Dao people, this kind of aftermath could not be prevented.

Rong Tianding's eyes set on the sky.

The flames in the sky were like lightning slicing across the sky, pulling into a thin line of fire, and constantly spreading to derive countless tiny branches.

Like pieces of cobwebs constantly intertwined, these flames constitute a special fireworks in the night sky of Chang'an City.

"The fire I set is so beautiful, it's the most beautiful fire I've ever let go of in my life!"

He slowly closed his eyes, but then he was slapped twice by Zhang Xuezhou until his head was biased, and he had to forcibly wake up his spirit.

"I have a fire fight, you can learn as much as you want, and you can use as much as you want!"

The King Kong Fu couldn't keep Rong Tianding, and the Halal Technique couldn't save Rong Tianding, Zhang Xuezhou was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and he had to recite the circumvention technique that was so complicated that he didn't have the idea of translating.

This is the emperor and the queen's teachings, and it is difficult to repeat and tell many of the displayed contents through demonstrations.

And Rong Tianding accepted the cultivation of 360 main tips, and he didn't even understand 108,000 tricks at all.

It's hard to talk about, and it's even less likely to succeed in learning.

Cold sweat continued to break out on Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, and Rong Tianding's eyes widened, listening to what Zhang Xuezhou told about things that were difficult to understand and even more difficult to learn.

He wanted to practice, but he was soon confused by what Zhang Xuezhou quickly said, causing his head to be even more dizzy.

Interlacing is like a mountain, and a technique can be learned directly without teaching it once, even the erudite Dong Zhongshu is difficult to do.

Rong Tianding somehow thought of Dong Zhongshu.

Thinking of the other party's swollen mouth, thinking of the poison in the other party, and thinking of Dong Zhongshu who was also crushed in the rubble by the collapsed house.

"There are a lot of ups and downs in the monk's life, just get used to it slowly, just get used to it!"

Dong Zhongshu's self-deprecation when he got out of the ruins was very shameless, but Dong Zhongshu obviously encountered no fewer ups and downs in his life, and even many monks did the same.

No monk can have a smooth ride.

"I can't be discouraged, I ...... The clear air has not risen, the turbid air has not sunk, the wandering spirit has not been spiritual, the five colors have not been divided, there are things, and the dark and sexual existence ......"

Rong Tianding did not practice Zhang Xuezhou's fire-fighting decision, and he couldn't learn to fire-fighting decision.

But he thought of the Tomb Sutra.

This is a scripture that Zhang Xuezhou mentions the power of wishes, and he has even been aware of the supernatural.

"Bless me and my cousin with fewer illnesses and fewer disasters!"

He has words in his mouth, and he only wishes that there will be less sickness and less calamity.

In a trance, he saw a five-clawed golden dragon roaring angrily, and a huge ghost creature that covered the sky and the sun stretched out its claws.

"From now on, I am Emperor Jing, Emperor Jing is me, and if you target me, you will be a rebel!"

The claws clawed downward, but the ghost's face quickly turned into distorted pain.

"This coffin is an embalming coffin cast by Jinsi Nanmu, and Emperor Jing's strength is better than mine, why did his corpse turn into carrion?"

After the death of an ordinary person, the corpse is stiffened within three days, and the soul is scattered for seven days, and then the corpse falls into decay.

However, the physical body of a top-level great cultivator is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and it may take seven to fourteen days to completely ossify, and forty-nine days will fall into a state of dissipation.

If it is necessary to take the body to complete the possession, it must be at least forty-nine days apart.

"No, I don't want this kind of flesh!"

The ghost's claws stretched out into the sky, like demons poking out from the ground.

"Emperor Jing calculates me, he still counts me when he dies, he swallowed the poison pill and melted his body, leaving no one a chance, he imprisoned me ......"

A golden light fell from the sky, and Rong Tianding also saw the extension of the flame he had released.

The flames ignited under the ghost's legs, but instead of spreading and burning as explosively as he did, they burned extremely slowly.

This burning was slow and difficult to stop, just like Nanming fire burning his body.

The ghost made a loud wail.

"Blind woman, your charm can't suppress me, I ...... I just died in my own hands, I'm so unwilling! ”

The golden light covered the heavens and the earth upside down, and the ghost creature let out a roar, and stretched out its ghost claws to support it.

But when he swept his burning toes, there was despair on the ghostly face.

The Corpse School has mastered the strongest necromancy spells, but the Corpse School also has the greatest weapon to restrain this spell.

They have the strongest shields and the sharpest spears.

This is their ultimate means of controlling the school, and even this spear does not require a particularly advanced cultivation, even if their inheritor is very young and has a very low cultivation, it can still suppress the old monsters of the school into obedience.

Corpse Wudao had absolutely no thoughts of shooting this spear at himself.

He obviously entrusted the Nongzong people when he died physically, and it was impossible for that school to communicate with the imperial court, so he basically would not come to Chang'an City, and there was a lack of masters.

And if you want to entrust the inheritance of the corpse treasure book to the right cultivator, the time of this is not three or two days to complete, and the cultivation of Nan Minghuo can not be practiced in a short time, and it takes time to come to Chang'an City from Ba County.

All of this, things went in a direction he hadn't expected.

He can break free from the shackles of Emperor Jing's corrupted body, and he can also break free from the suppression of the Zhen Fu, but it all takes time.

And this Nan Ming Fire was enough to completely kill him in the time he broke free.