He tried to recall the scene of the Xiaoyang people taking fire that day......

I remember at that time, when the sinkhole fire was gushing out of the sinkhole.

They carried it with sticks in their hands, and at that time...... They don't seem to have chosen the fire at random.

Ling Tiansu seemed to have figured this out.

Also, after all, fire is extremely precious, and there are many flowing fires in this sinkhole, and it is impossible for every flowing fire to contain fire.

Don't take it at will......

The eyebrows were condensed, and a slender golden vertical mark appeared between Lingtian Su Meiyu, and the vertical mark opened a slit, and a faint golden light refracted out.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were closed, and he was focused on staring with heavenly eyes.

A completely different world appeared in Ling Tiansu's eyes.

He could clearly see the rich fire-colored Yuan Force under him rising up like thousands of fireflies.

In the fiery red stream, he also saw that it was brighter and more dazzling than the fireflies, like blazing stars, all over the sea of fire.

Ling Tiansu's face was grim, thinking that it was the fire.

The center of the eyebrows opened a point again, the pale golden light deepened a point, and the eyes of the sky seriously locked on all the changes below.

Between the tumbling of the sea of fire, under the terrifying high temperature, a sky-high spark exploded again.

Ling Tiansu raised his eyebrows, and the thunder shook under his feet.

The frost leaf in his hand was withdrawn from the inner wall, and the golden lightning flashed with his figure, and instantly flickered next to the spark mixed with fire.

The flint in his hand shot out, blending into the spark with great precision, and hitting the fire.

He saw that the fire, which was only the size of a soybean, melted into the flint with great tenderness.

The flint was instantly lit, passed through the sparks, and returned to Ling Tiansu's hands.

Ling Tiansu held the flint in his hand and jumped from the inner wall of this side to the inner wall of the other end.

Once again, the thin blade of the frost leaf was inserted into the stone wall to stabilize the body.

He felt the heat of the flint burning his hands, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of coolness.

Even with his physical body, the moment his palm caught the flint, it had already been scalded with a few blisters.

Ling Tiansu clenched the flint and a comfortable smile appeared on his face.

Wu Ying's method of secretly saying that it is really good.

When he got to a safe place and got rid of this difficult national teacher, he was idle and refined this flint.

Carefully storing the flint that had absorbed the fire in the space ring, Ling Tiansu took out three flints again......

Outside the sinkhole, the national teacher Lao Dao looked at the vortex suppressed by the giant fire palm print not far in front of him with a blank expression.

In the whirlpool, it is Wu Ying.

Although this blow was powerful, he was confident that under this palm, even a cultivator of the Tongyuan Realm would be burned and strangled by the strangulation power in the vortex and the flames in his palm.

However, his opponent is Wu Ying.

Even if Wu Ying has just broken the mirror, it has only been a day's work......

But he still thinks that this difficult opponent, who is too young, cannot be defeated by him so easily.

As soon as this thought arose in my mind, I heard an inconspicuous, even subtle 'zla' sound in the midst of the whirlpool rumbling.

A purple razer burst through the black vortex of black and fire.

The huge palm print that seemed to be able to shatter the earth as if it could shatter the earth stopped with a rumbling stop.

Beneath that purple thunder snake was a blood-red sword tip.

The tip of the sword revealed the chill of the Nine Shadows, instantly annihilating the fire dyed in the vortex.

The tip of the sword easily tore a small hole in the terrifying vortex.

As the blade of the Blood Song Sword slowly poured out from the mouth of the sword.

The huge black vortex no longer swirled, and it was no longer possible to make a single roar.

Between heaven and earth, it suddenly became extremely solemn and silent.

Even the blade of the sword brushed against the vortex without making a sound.

The old Taoist of the national teacher was still quiet, but the hands in his sleeves had already clenched their fists involuntarily.

Enemy!

These two words are clearly reflected in the mind of the national teacher.

So much so that he looked at Wu Ying's gaze, which became more and more dangerous.

The blood-colored long sword that had been half spit out from the swirling sword mouth suddenly stopped, and I saw that above the blade of the sword, there was a ghost qi entwined with Sen Ran.

The blade of the sword trembled slightly, and the small crack in the sword edge spread rapidly.

The blood-colored sword blade slashed straight up, and from the blood song sword, a powerful sword intent suddenly erupted.

The sword intent did not disperse, turning into a huge sword shadow that was enough to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

The black vortex and the blazing burning above the vortex were directly cut apart by the huge sword shadow!

Wu Ying stood with his sword in a place where fire and darkness intertwined.

Between heaven and earth, the original voice was finally restored under the power of this sword.

The corners of Wu Ying's black torn clothes were blown and hunted in the fire and wind.

He raised the sword in his hand, calmly looked at the Blood Song Sword in his hand, there was no smug look on his face, and he said indifferently: "Tongyuan Realm... Sure enough, it's powerful. ”

The corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a smile without any emotion, and the Blood Song Sword in his hand pointed directly at the national teacher.

"And yet I ...... And be able to get stronger!"

The five blood swords beside the national teacher Tianming returned to his surroundings again.

He looked at Wu Ying and said expressionlessly: "Indeed, your future will have infinite possibilities, this seat does not deny that your title of the first person in Kyushu is not mixed with a trace of water, but it is a pity that you met this seat when you were the youngest......"

At this moment, he no longer thought about the sacrifice.

He could see that Wu Ying's deep hatred for the underworld and his determination to kill were no weaker than that woman in Rashomon.

What's more, this Wu Ying, he has a supreme divine body.

If they don't strangle him in the cradle as soon as possible, it will definitely become the biggest obstacle for them to occupy the human world in the future!

Wu Ying's gaze fell on the gradually darkening lines on his face, and he suddenly laughed.

"With half of your underworld bloodline, you want to kill me too?"

The national teacher said indifferently: "Under the suppression of the absolute realm, killing people ...... It has nothing to do with blood. ”

The five blood-colored short blades that lingered around the national teacher suddenly converged in one direction.

I saw him bend his fingers, and the five blood-colored short blades suddenly turned into real blood.

In the viscous and bright red blood, tiny silky runes peeled off from it, and the blood fused into a bloody sword, which stood in front of him in the air.

At a glance, the slender blood sword was actually somewhat similar to the color of the blood song sword in Wu Ying's hand.

It's just that the sword of the national teacher is really condensed by his own essence and blood.

The old fingers flicked, and the countless runes that had been stripped out were like living earthworms, and they climbed onto the blood sword again.

The color of the runes began to solidify, and the blood sword gradually gave birth to a metallic color like green iron.

Judging by its breath, the quality of this long sword is not weaker than the little sword that has accompanied the national teacher for many years.

"This sword is born today into a sword fetus, and this seat has named it ...... Blue blood. ”

National Teacher Tianming stretched out his hand to hold the Blue Blood Sword with an indifferent expression.

The moment his palm touched the hilt of the sword, Wu Ying suddenly lowered his head and watched the blood song in his hand tremble.

At this moment, the blood song in his hand was actually suppressed by the other party's newly condensed blue blood with sword power.

He could even feel the Blood Song Sword in his hand as if it was holding against an invisible mountain, extremely heavy.

He saw that above the blade of the Blood Song Sword, there was a black snake condensed by a series of runes.

Layer by layer, the sword in his hand continued to tremble and tremble.

Wu Ying raised his sword, and the blood song in his hand was faintly uncontrollable from the palm of his hand.

The thunder power in the palm of his hand shot out wildly, and the thunder and lightning slashed towards the black snake on the sword, but the black snake climbed up without being affected by it.

Wu Ying no longer did that useless work, looked at the national teacher from afar, with a hint of surprise in his tone, he lifted the thin corners of his lips, and said coldly: "Natal Sword?"

Natal weapons are extremely rare.

It must take years and months of time and energy to focus on cultivating a natal weapon with one's own yuan power and even essence blood.

And the natal weapon is so difficult that some people can't even touch the layer of window paper that has an intimate connection with it after spending a lifetime of time and energy.

The fact that a national teacher can create an extraordinary-grade Qingying sword is a very remarkable achievement.

It's a pity that his little sword was left behind in the world.

Wu Ying could see that the little sword of the Qing Ying was the natal sword that he had cultivated for many years with the Yuan Shen Yun.

But I never thought that today, it is just a few breaths of effort.

With just those few rune swords, he actually condensed a natal sword again.

This was something he hadn't expected.

The national teacher's indifferent gaze fell on the Blood Song Sword in Wu Ying's hand, and he laughed mockingly: "It's a pity that yours is not. ”

The National Master Tianming was right, although he brought out this Blood Song Sword that even the Ghost King couldn't touch from the Nine Hells, and he could even use it.

But in the past sixteen years, this Blood Song Sword has never been able to become his natal sword.

It's not that it can't,

It's unwilling.

Feng Di has been in his life, his body is evil, and his sword is evil.

He is no different from an evil spirit, and the world does not like him, and so he is.

But only in his heart, there is still a trace of pure land, and that pure white land is the only soft place in his cold and hard heart, as if he is a luxury and carefully guards, not letting a trace of blood and killing stain it.

Therefore, he was reluctant to accept the blood song.

Even though Blood Song had waited for him for a full sixteen years.

He looked at the blood-red sword in his hand calmly, looking at the familiar redness, and the red-clothed figure inexplicably appeared in his heart.

The dark red eyes are as dark as blood, and there is a layer of unchanging calmness, but in the depths of the blood, there is a strong excitement that hides the madness of thirst for blood.

He slowly looked up at Tianming, the national teacher who had already raised his sword, and his dark gaze still refracted bloodthirsty red light, like a wolf in the night.

Even though the Blood Song Sword was powerful, in the face of the suppression of the Heavenly Natal Sword with the National Teacher, he would not be able to exert the true power of the Blood Song.

He smiled under his breath and said, "It's really a boring life, and you have brought back memories that make me feel very bad." ”

The national teacher didn't say a word, and dropped his sword indifferently.

(ps: Beibei Lao likes Wu Ying, what he wants is domineering.) ）