In the middle of the sea, an island perched on the waves, in the middle of the darkness.

On the island, Danya strange stones, cut the wall and strange peaks, the end is a good mountain, the top of the mountain is towering into the clouds, its palace is hidden in the clouds, it is really a misty heavenly palace, the immortal cultivation site.

In the huge palace, there is a long hall, the hall is dark, and there are a large number of lamps arranged in two rows in the hall, but the lamps are pitch black and there is no light.

In front of the main hall, there is a huge wick platform, on which is a meditating figure, which seems to be a sculpture, and does not move.

Bear.

With a soft sound, one of the two rows of lamps emitted a faint fire, and on that lamp, it was not a lamp with a large light, but a faint wick.

"Hmm"

The flames flared, and the statue-like figure made a slight sound, as if it had opened its eyes, revealing a golden glow in the darkness.

The light stared at the burning wick, as if to observe, and after a while, he sighed: "Haven't you even built the foundation?"

This wick is not ordinary, it does not burn through the existing oil, but as it burns, oil continues to emerge from the wick, and the oil falls and dips into the lamp, and the sculpture-like human form is stunned.

"Innate Agility Promi's Heavenly Body?"

There was a deep sense of surprise in his tone, "Just refining qi, can you actually recreate my physique?" ”

The flame of the wick was extinguished, and the oil seemed to burn again, causing the wick to stir up a golden flame, and as it burned, a faint golden stream drifted with the burning to the body of the meditator, and he sucked it in.

"The power of the mixed yuan is better than nothing, but unfortunately, this physique is actually dead, otherwise I should have advanced the day of enlightenment, huh?"

The body that seemed to have been meditating for a long time suddenly got up at this moment, and its eyes were full of anger and surprise with a pair of golden flames.

"Who's stealing my foundation!!"

……

Pingdingshan, in the middle of the square.

The juniors and disciples were already standing neatly, including the bell who couldn't guess their thoughts, and they were also giggling at this time, as if they thought it was funny, and they were also standing side by side with Zhang Feixuan.

And on the front steps, at the entrance of the newly built pagoda-like palace, Song Yin was standing there, facing all the juniors and disciples, and he didn't speak, just watched.

Zhang Feixuan couldn't help it, and arched his hand: "Senior brother, haven't we already tested it before?" ”

He always had a bad premonition, otherwise, why would he let them all gather in the square.

"It's been tested."

Song Yin nodded and said: "But that's just a test, let me have a general understanding of you, from now on, until I go down the mountain to clear it, I will personally supervise you and force you to your limit!" ”

Pushing the limits?

Without waiting for everyone to think about it, they saw Song Yin's eyes glaring.

Bear!

"Ahh

A scorching heat wave struck Zhang Feixuan and them from behind them, accompanied by howls, making several people subconsciously break out in a cold sweat.

Zhang Feixuan's head was a little stiff and looked back, and he saw that those junior disciples were all contaminated with white fire at this time, rolling on the ground in pain, and their miserable howls seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, making people tremble.

Oh, it's refining.

Wang Qizheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently and stood there, waiting for his turn.

It's just that Song Yin ignored them, just stared at these junior disciples, and let them crawl on the ground until the wailing disappeared, and they all fainted on the ground, but the white fire was still burning.

"Senior brother?" Zhang Feixuan raised his eyebrows and said, "The junior disciples can't hold it anymore."

"I know." Song Yin said in a deep voice: "So, you have to force out the limit!" Their bodies can't hold it, but their spirits can! Today is different from the past, we have to clear the Sumeru vein, we have to complete the master's will! So you have to work harder, and the juniors and disciples will definitely understand my hard work! ”

Nobody understands!

The master has no will to accomplish!

But those people will be the same as the master if they continue to burn it.

Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth, not daring to speak.

Song Yin just continued to stare at these junior disciples, letting them burn there.

The flesh is to the flesh, and the soul is to the soul, in the past, Song Yin refined them, but the body couldn't hold it, after all, there was no hurry at that time.

But now the situation is different, those evil ways have come to the door, which makes Song Yin have a sense of crisis, but this sense of crisis does not come from himself.

He himself is no problem, he has been down the mountain for so long, he probably knows this so-called realm and division, what kind of land immortal, not his own opponent with the capital of a great immortal, Sumeru does not even have a land immortal, if you want to exterminate the evil way, he is absolutely no problem alone.

But that's not how things matter, the juniors and disciples don't grow, and the Golden Immortal Gate will always be like this.

This time it was the master who died, and the master discovered those evil ways in advance, and died in order to protect them and protect mortals.

And what about next time?

Even if he exterminated the evil path of the Sumeru vein alone and then moved with the sect, if he encountered the evil path again, who would die next time?

Jinxianmen, can't stand such a toss!

So they have to grow quickly.

"You have obtained the master's foundation talent, I borrowed the flame of the human pill method to refine you, and I also let you transform quickly, and when you all adapt to the Great Dao Fire, it will be easy to do."

Song Yin said to those disciples who had fainted: "Now, hold back, even if you have fainted, your spirits must endure it." In the past, I was too merciful to you, but now it's no time for me to be merciful. ”

Zhang Feixuan tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked behind him.

Are they sure they can hear it?

If you continue to practice, your body will not have an accident, and your soul will be scattered.

In the past, these people seemed to be able to only last for three or five breaths, but now how much is this?

Song Yin also knew that he couldn't force it, and when Zhang Feixuan couldn't help but speak, the white flames on their bodies suddenly went out and dissipated as a whole.

"It's the limit. You should be able to wake up at night, have time to go to class in the evening, and practice again in the evening, so that you can continue in the morning after the morning class. ”

Song Yin nodded, and said to Sun Jiubei, who was looking at him from behind: "Little junior brother, you will go down the mountain and tell the people under the mountain later, during this time, we will not go down the mountain to help, if there is any difficulty, let them go up the mountain to find me." ”

"Yes, big brother." Sun Jiubei arched his hand.

"Senior brother, we're still there."

Wang Qizheng wiped the sweat from his head and said with a sneer: "Just let us help." ”

Gotta go!

Otherwise, something will happen later!

Hearing this, Song Yin looked at them, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

It's not so much about looking at people, it's better to say

He's looking at a mass of things to be refined, including bells!

The bell also put away the playful appearance at this time, and the rare appearance was correct, and then said weakly: "Senior brother, I want to go down." ”

"Senior sister"

Song Yin said slowly: "Now that your body is better, you can't be so lazy, I know that your body is special, and its method is comparable to the human pill method, but you still have to refine it, become stronger, and you won't be invaded by that resentment, right." ”

The bell shook his head like a rattle, and his steps retreated, and he was about to run subconsciously.

"You four, I'll put in a little more effort!"

After Song Yin finished speaking, his eyes widened, and from Zhang Feixuan to the bell, a white fire burned directly on his body, causing several people to stiffen, and then, a miserable howl that was louder than that group of junior disciples sounded from the square.

"Ahh!!h

(End of chapter)