The Divine Requiem is far more difficult to control than Zhang Yiyi thought, of course, the main reason is that the work she has to do is too delicate.

It's so detailed that it's unimaginable.

At the beginning, with no experience at all, she directly lost control three times in a row, but fortunately, the hairball reacted quickly, and every time she took the initiative to withdraw in time to decisively interrupt the spatial passage, which did not cause the hellfire riot in the enchantment, and did not really produce any practical consequences.

To do this, they waste a lot of time, reopening again and again.

Fortunately, Zhang Yiyi has excellent understanding and talent, and with the cooperation of one person and one beast, this experience has gradually been explored.

Next, her Requiem gradually got on the right track, but unfortunately, there was never a suitable spark to be attracted and summoned.

As the Divine Requiem continued to deepen, several large piles of spirit ash had already piled up around Zhang Yiyi, and his face became more and more pale.

The ghost king was watching from the side, and when he was afraid that the hairball would not last long this time, he suddenly saw Zhang Yiyi gesturing towards him.

Is this there?

He was surprised and delighted, and he didn't dare to delay at the moment, so he hurriedly stepped forward and waited at any time according to the method that Zhang Yiyi had explained before.

The next moment, there seemed to be some bright light quickly shuttling out from the temporary passage that the hairball turned into a boundary, if it weren't for the fact that he had silently practiced the method of drawing fire into the body at least eight hundred times in his heart, I was afraid that he would really not be able to react.

With the Divine Requiem leading the way, the small ball of hellfire rushed into the formation drawn by the palm of the ghost king's hand that was deliberately opened with mana.

And everything that followed, there was no need for the ghost king to bother at all, the hellfire almost smelled the breath of the immortal slave seal, and instinctively looked for it, and without saying a word, wrapped the immortal slave seal, trying to devour and incinerate.

The heart-devouring pain also rushed into his body from the hellfire, and if there was really no pause for a moment, the taste was that the ghost king couldn't help but shout.

After Maoqiu and Zhang Yiyi drew out the first hellfire, they directly interrupted the temporary passage, and they were all too tired to work, and they sat on the ground to rest without any image.

But it doesn't matter how hard they work, after all, they have successfully led the first hellfire, which shows that all their efforts have not been in vain.

"What's it called, or is it not a man, I can't stand it with such a little pain?"

After the furball eased up a bit, he directly laughed at the ghost king: "This is just the beginning, if you are unlucky enough to be tossed by this fire for hundreds of years to burn the broken mark, how will you live this life?"

"Nonsense, where am I not a man anymore? Didn't I just start to get used to it and screamed a few times? After a long time, I naturally got used to it. ”

The ghost king endured this heartache and had to listen to the hairball say cool words, and I really wanted to let the hairball also experience the taste of this.

Fortunately, it was uncomfortable to be uncomfortable, and when I thought that as long as I endured it, I would regain my freedom, and sure enough, even the pain of devouring my heart seemed to become less difficult to bear.

"Then you have to get used to it early, otherwise what will you do when the time comes? When the best time to cross the barrier wall next time comes, Yiyi also gets the fire she needs, and we have to fight a ruthless escape nine times out of ten, and you must not drop the chain then!"

The hairball glanced at the ghost king, and he didn't have any sympathy, but he was schadenfreude.

It's good to have pain, it's right to have pain, isn't this just that the wicked only have the wicked to grind?

Maoqiu's intention to see the joke was really too obvious, so that the ghost king snorted coldly and simply didn't bother to deal with such a villain, so as not to make him more and more energetic the more he talked.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is really uncomfortable at this time, and it does take some time to get used to this kind of torture, and it is better to save some effort to bear the pain.

Seeing this, the hairball felt more and more happy, and wanted to say something more to stimulate the ghost king, which could be regarded as revenge for being ridiculed by the ghost king after the original transformation, but the next moment, it decisively closed its mouth and did not make a sound.

Quietly glanced at Yiyi, and found that Yiyi's indifferent and ruthless gaze finally moved away, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, it was too carried away by instigating the ghost king, and it almost ignored the toss that Yiyi was about to face the ghost king.

Fortunately, Yiyi didn't hold on to its pigtails, otherwise, in front of the ghost king, it wouldn't know how to get off the stage.

Zhang Yiyi is really not as complicated as Maoqiu thought, but she just thinks that Maoqiu is too noisy.

For a while, the three of them finally got together again and rested quietly.

By the time it was the turn of the enchantment wall to begin to show its weakest point again, Zhang Yiyi had already replenished his spiritual power, and the hairball had no problems.

Even the ghost king has adapted to being dominated by that heart-eating pain all the time, and basically it won't affect the business.

Several people started working again, and this time Zhang Yiyi, who had enough experience, was even more familiar with the road.

Not only that, but this time the luck was good enough, and it didn't take too long to start it, and the Requiem Song attracted a ball of hellfire, which was hooked out so smoothly and directly introduced into his body.

And Zhang Yiyi also quickly tried the so-called heart-devouring pain, thanks to the fact that the spiritual power consumption in her body is not too big at this time, otherwise she will be suddenly rushed into her body by the fire of hell, which is enough for her to drink a big pot.

"Hey, doesn't it seem to hurt that much? ”

Maoqiu let out a long sigh of relief, seeing that Yiyi's expression was really a little distorted and strange at the beginning, it quickly returned to normal, and immediately felt that it was still her own Yiyi.

It's like a ghost king, but it's not as old as a girl who bears pain.

"Why don't you get a spark in there and try it?"

Zhang Yiyi glanced at the hairball, and her wooden face had no expression at all.

It hurts, it really fucking hurts, it hurts so much that she is about to scold and swear.

But does swearing work?

Useless!

And I don't know how long it hurts, and she can keep scolding?

Just like the ghost king said, this can really only be endured by yourself, and you can endure it and slowly adapt to this kind of tossing and pain.

She is also fateful, how did she run into such a contract beast as Hairball, which does not speak with a brain?

"Ah, no, no, no, I'm not marked, what do you want that thing to put in my body?"

Seeing this, Maoqiu immediately shook his head and flew up, and finally understood Yiyi's dissatisfaction with it.

"Hey, it seems that after getting hellfire, there is no danger?"

The focus of the ghost king was elsewhere, and they successfully obtained the hellfire twice in a row, but the consequences that Zhang Yiyi was worried about before did not appear, and it went unexpectedly.

"In that case, why don't we get a few more fires?"

Even the immortal seal can be incinerated and extinguished, and the hellfire here is not to mention invincible, but it can at least rank the top three in the divine fire.

There are still a lot of hellfire in the enchantment, and it just so happens that Zhang Yiyi has a way to get it into a clump and take it out, so wouldn't such a good treasure be in vain?

The ghost king thought very simply, not to mention the use of the side, at least there are more than the two of them who have the immortal slave mark in their bodies, not to mention the far, the close Pei Wen is.

Of course, the treasure fire they have worked so hard to get naturally can't be given away so simply for nothing, what can they get in exchange for such a good thing?

Zhang Yiyi thought about going further than the ghost king, getting more hellfire to preserve, maybe after flying to the upper realm in the future, these can become a big hole card and killing weapon in her hand.

"Do you have something to save the hellfire?"

However, the hairball suddenly thought of the key, this fire is now easy for them to collect, but not easy to keep.

If it weren't for Yiyi's sake, it would have directly scolded the ghost king for thinking beautifully.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the ghost king's face changed and changed, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Yes, such a powerful fire can burn everything, what does he pretend to do?

It was already a great luck to be able to get one of them to safely enter the body and solve their immortal slave seal, and without that bronze mirror, even if they found the hellfire, they would not be able to draw the fire into the body at all.

Of course, Yiyi also contributed to this, after all, not everyone can recite the Divine Requiem, and anyone can make it play a real effect.

Thinking of this, the ghost king's desire to reap more benefits was extinguished.

"Then let's go back quickly, although there is no danger for the time being, but who knows if there will be variables if we stay too long. ”

Seeing this, the ghost king had to propose to leave, of course, this was also based on Zhang Yiyi's situation at this time.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yiyi seemed to think of something, and immediately motioned to the ghost king to wait.

She looked at the ink bracelet on her wrist, and immediately tried to communicate with the domain spirits in the Little Demon Domain to see if she could attract the hellfire into the Little Demon Domain.

If she could do it, then she would be able to do more than just fetch a few more Hellfires.

After a while, Zhang Yiyi gradually showed a little smile on her face, and sure enough, she was in good spirits on happy occasions, and she seemed to feel that the heart-devouring pain in her body was much lighter.

"I have a way to save the Hellfire, but I'll have to wait, I'll have to make some preparations. ”

Soon, she told the good news to the Ghost King and the Furball.

After knowing what the true origin of the hellfire was, the Little Demon Domain Spirit was even happier than Zhang Yiyi, because this kind of fire was exactly one of the elements that was most needed for a broken heaven and earth.

The domain spirit wished that the Lord of the Little Demon Domain would get as many as he could, after all, the Little Demon Domain was already special, and there were more places to place these fires.

Of course, it also took the initiative to assure the little demon lord that it would never use the hellfire introduced by Zhang Yiyi to universal light, and it would definitely leave enough for the little demon lord to keep it safe, and let the little demon master take it out and use it at any time.

Zhang Yiyi is ready to do a big job, knowing that the next step will be different from before, and it will not be a simple matter of a few days.

So she added a few layers to the nearby defensive array, and put a lot of spirit stones into the spirit gathering array around her, and she knew how big a vote she had to play with this frame alone.

Maoqiu trembled a little when he saw it, and vaguely felt that his beast life was likely to be squeezed dry by Yiyi.

If there were no external emergencies to disturb them, it felt that maybe Yiyi was going to stay here for a long time, and that it would have to keep the hellfire in the barrier until it could not be collected again.

Seeing this, the ghost king more or less felt the same way, but his mood was completely different from that of the hairball.

As long as there is a way to preserve the hellfire, he also wishes that Zhang Yiyi could collect as much as he could.

Although this fire can't be directly distributed to him at all, he believes that with Zhang Xiaoyou's personality, as long as he needs it, if he can find a suitable treasure to store in the future, Xiaoyou will not lose his share after all.

Therefore, after everything was ready, the Ghost King took the initiative to take the responsibility of drawing the hellfire into the Yiyi ink bracelet, after all, the thing of the rune seal was what he was best at, so it could also reduce Zhang Xiaoyou's burden.

In this way, the division of labor between one person, one ghost and one beast was clear, and soon they started the long road of cooperation to make fire.

I don't know if it's because of the Requiem, or if it's because Ling Xujing's whole set of methods of taking fire is really too perfect, or if they've been so lucky that they haven't really angered the overwhelming hellfire in the enchantment.

In short, for the next five years, they kept making fire, resting, making fire, resting again, and resting again, except for the occasional small mistake that could be made up in time, and there was really no real danger outside, and it went incredibly smoothly.

"Yiyi, it's been five years, do we want to continue?"

The hairball was so tired that he collapsed on the ground after this time, and he didn't want to get up at all.

The most important thing is that it is tired, constantly repeating this kind of operation, the more skilled but the more careful not to make mistakes, monotonous and boring and not relaxing for a moment, there is nothing more tiring than this kind of work.

In the past five years, although their business ability has been to play day by day, except for the time between waiting for the barrier wall to stop and rest, they really haven't wasted a moment of making fire at all other times.

But even so, they estimated that the amount of Hellfire they had taken out in five years was less than one percent of the total number of enchantments.

One can imagine how many hellfires there are here, and how many undead have died on the third battlefield.

"Go on! until you can't eat this baby!"

The ghost king took over directly, he was much more proactive than the hairball.

After five years of working so busy, I don't feel tired at all, but I get happier and happier with the hellfire.

He is like a real miser, even if he knows that most of the hellfire has to be sucked and digested by Zhang Xiaoyou, a stored treasure, the remaining small part is also a great wealth for him.

What's more, I don't know if it's because I've been in constant contact with hellfire for so many years, so the heart-eating pain in my body is gradually like having some immunity, and in the real sense, it's not so painful.