Mo Lun opened the fifth meridian on the sixth layer of the ninth-level refining pagoda, and it took a total of fifteen days to reach the sixth layer, "It seems that the time is a little insufficient, it should be faster." Moren summed it up in his heart. The sixth floor was of no value to Morun, and he walked briskly into the seventh floor.

This is a world of fire, the scorching heat carries layers of fire waves rolling in the space, and waves of heat continue to attack Molun, Moren endured this scorching, looked at the surrounding environment, there is nothing but fire, only the corner is beyond the reach of the tentacles of flames.

In the ring of his right hand, Mo Lun took out the Condensing Flame Formula, pasted it at the center of his eyebrows, and a large amount of information poured into Mo Lun's eyebrows from the Condensing Flame Formula, this is the spiritual formula for condensing flames, if you want to benefit here, you must start from these flames, and Mo Lun can do two choices, one is to use the Fire Dragon Divine Ding to absorb these flames and become the fire source of the Divine Ding; If the latter doesn't work, it's not too late to use the former.

Mo Lun found a corner with a relatively low temperature, sat cross-legged, and the five ** rigid bodies on his body burst out, using his strong flesh to resist the scorching heat. In his mind, he went through the Condensing Flame Technique, and then sealed his hands, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and tried it little by little according to the practice route in the Condensing Flame Technique, the high temperature baked Mo Lun's body, and the spiritual power in his body gradually advanced inch by inch, the route of this exercise is the only one, if you take the wrong route, it will lead to the destruction of the sea of qi, and you don't need to practice anymore in this life. So Morun proceeded cautiously.

As the so-called slow work produces meticulous work, under Mo Lun's careful cultivation, there really was no mistake, but it took a long time, and when this practice route was opened, he was already sweating profusely and exhausted. Mo Lun rested for a moment, and then began to seal his hands again, the technique was completely different from the one just now, and he pushed his palms forward, only to see that two thin lines of fire broke away from the sea of fire, drilled into Mo Lun's palms, and turned into two streams of heat in his body and gathered above the sea of qi. Then, under the influence of spiritual power, this energy is transported to the middle finger, but no matter how it is guided, this heat energy only follows the meridians to the middle finger of the right hand, and cannot pass through the meridians to reach the left hand. This problem is not something that Moren can solve now, so he doesn't think about it either.

With the continuous inhalation of the flames, Mo Lun's efforts to condense the flames became more and more proficient, from the thin line of fire at the beginning, now it has become a cone, in the distance into a piece of flame to Mo Lun, in the palm of the hand into a little drill into the body, Mo Lun also came to the middle of the seventh layer from the corner, his hands in the air constantly changing the seal, the flame with the dancing hands gradually turned into two fire dragons with teeth and claws, and the body of the fire dragon is getting longer and longer, the most of the entire seventh layer of the pagoda is only Mo Lun and two jumping fire dragons, compared with the original burning flames, the current scene is more spectacular。 The dragon head of the fire dragon rose and fell with Mo Lun's hands, as if someone was dancing the dragon and lion, "Close!" Mo Lun shouted, his hands changed his handprints in the air again, and the two fire dragon heads gradually drilled into the palms of his hands, disappearing, and at this moment, the seventh layer of the pagoda was also quiet, as if it had never been too hot.

Mo Lun slowly withdrew his hands, converted the fire dragon into heat energy, ran to the top of the sea of qi, and then forced him to the middle finger of his right hand, after doing all this, Mo Lun looked at his middle finger, thought about it again, stretched out his right hand, pulled a stamp in the air, and pointed his middle finger a little farther away, only to feel that his fingertips were hot, as if something was about to flow out of his fingertips and did not flow out. "What's the difference?" Moren thought for a moment, then shifted his handprint in the air with one hand, and his middle finger pointed out again, and a pinch of flame pierced out of his middle finger. "Great, it's finally worked!" thought to Morun. "The flame is still too small to hurt people, and it seems that it is a matter of strength, not of the route. Moren thought.

Moron sat cross-legged on the seventh floor, experimenting with shooting flames from the middle finger with his finger sword. And outside the ninth-level refining pagoda, more than five hundred people have gathered, all of them are people who can't stand the heavy pressure, or have weak perseverance, standing outside the tower, looking at the light spots in the tower, and talking about it. The most dense point of light is the fourth layer, there are about eight hundred people, the third layer has more than five hundred, the fifth layer has a lot more people than at the beginning, reaching more than a hundred, while on the sixth layer there are only fifteen or sixteen people, and there is only one person on the seventh layer, and they are still moving to the eighth layer. Many people regret it a little, it's better to hold on for a little longer, and they can improve their strength a little, but there is no regret medicine in this world, and they can't go back when they come out.

As soon as Mo Lun stepped into the eighth layer, a cool air hit, and clusters of dancing blue flames in the distance, flickering with cold light, pressed towards Mo Lun, Mo Lun trembled, and a cold air immediately rushed into Mo Lun's body, making his face instantly pale. I had almost roasted a suckling pig in the scorching heat, but now it had become so cold, who could stand it from the cold and the heat, Mo Lun mobilized the flame in his right hand to warm himself a little, "If you reach the last layer like this, won't this layer be wasted?" Mo Lun thought.

Thinking of this, Mo Lun withdrew the flame in his right hand, took out another flame condensing technique from the ring in his left hand, and put it on the center of his eyebrows, allowing a large amount of information to enter his mind, and after a while, the information was sorted out in his mind, and the part about how to convert the ice flame into energy was mobilized. Then he began to slowly infiltrate the spiritual power along the exercise route, opening up this new exercise, which was similar to the previous one, and did not dare to use too much spiritual power, so he could only come little by little, and when the travel route of this exercise was opened, Mo Lun Molun was already covered with frost, as if he had become a snowman.

Mo Lun's hands were sealed, the print was just the opposite of absorbing the scorching flames just now, his hands moved into the distance, and two thin blue lines of fire drilled into Mo Lun's palms, as soon as he touched the palms, Mo Lun felt a chill in his hands, and there was a feeling of ice thorns, this feeling disappeared as the blue line of fire entered the palm of his hand, and when the blue line of fire entered Mo Lun's body, there was a cool feeling all over his body, and the line of fire was transformed into a blue energy in the body, which was temporarily stored on the sea of qi, and then ran to the middle finger of his left hand under the action of spiritual power, and similarly, this blue cold energy did not run to the right hand anyway, only up to the middle finger of the left hand.

"It seems that the previous change has divided his body into two areas, the right side is the hot area and the left side is the cold area, and it will never change again. Moren thought.

As the Blue Flame was continuously absorbed, the speed of absorption was constantly accelerating, and it didn't take long for the Blue Flame of the eighth layer to be absorbed, and the temperature was no different from the sixth layer. "The middle finger of the right hand can shoot a scorching flame, and the left hand seems to be able to shoot the same fire. Thinking of this, Mo Lun sat cross-legged on the ground again, because of the experience of his right hand, his left hand formed a print according to the pattern of his right hand, and then pointed forward with his middle finger, and there was no blue ice flame as expected, and there was no phenomenon at all. "What is the reason?" Mo Lun thought for a moment, suddenly realized, and hurriedly raised his left hand again, forming a print that was the opposite of just now, and moved his middle finger forward a little more, snort! A powerful blue ice flame sprayed forward, and everything in its path turned into nothingness, and even the wood that had just come into contact in the distance instantly turned into white powder.

Mo Lun was stunned by the sight in front of him, this kind of ice flame was so powerful, he didn't expect it. Moren sat there and thought for a moment, stretched out the middle fingers of both hands, looked at it, and then gestured forward a few times in the air, his trademark smile on his face. Suddenly, he pointed his right hand forward, and a red flame erupted from his fingertips, and the scorching heat roasted the surrounding air into shape, and a wave of heat quickly spread around. When the two flames approached, there was a snorting sound, and a white mist in the middle enveloped it in the distance, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Mo Lun put away the two flames, and was in a good mood, and now it has been twenty-six days since he entered the ninth-level body refining pagoda. "Looks like there's a chance to get to the ninth floor. Morren thought happily.

When Morun entered the ninth layer, he was not as happy as he had imagined. Because this floor is a small pavilion, there is not even a table, there is a yellowed painting hanging on the wall, in the painting there is a person sitting cross-legged at the intersection of ice and snow and burning fire, and there is a line of words on the painting, "The ancestor of the Sea Clan sits firmly in the two heavens of ice and fire, and the ninth-level pagoda refines his body yin and yang for a moment"; there are some sundries piled up on the ground, as if someone has hurriedly withdrawn from here. Mo Lun's thought was fleeting, and he shook his head with a smile, how could he have such a stupid idea.

Mo Lun stood in front of the portrait and observed it carefully, his eyes couldn't take his eyes off it, and suddenly he felt that the painting in front of him seemed to come to life, and he unconsciously walked into the painting, and as he saw, a thin old man was sitting there cross-legged, looking at Mo Lun who walked in. To the left of the old man is the burning world, and on the right is the world of ice and snow, and the old man is sitting on the dividing line. As soon as Mo Lun saw the old man, he bent his waist, clasped his hands into fists, and said, "Mo Lun has seen his predecessors!" I saw the old man look at him and said: "You can come here, it means that you have passed the Yin and Yang Prison, maybe it's fate, for thousands of years, none of our children of the Sea Clan can pass these two levels at the same time, and you are the first person in a thousand years." "Thank you seniors for the compliment, I also happened to get two Condensing Flame Tricks to pass the test. "Morun told the truth.