After Meng Xinghe heard this, he showed excitement on the surface, and then quickly turned into regret, but there was no wave in his heart.

He does have some thoughts about the heart fire of the Xinyan clan.

But I don't want to be like them, but I want to hold on to the root behind it.

The method of killing the three corpse insects is useless to the main body Lin Xi.

Those ordinary incarnations of the material realm do not need to kill three corpse insects at all, and the inner universe becomes holy, and the physical body becomes holy.

If it was really him, one day, he would cultivate into a Chaos Demon God.

That is the innate sacredness, from the very beginning, the physical body has reached the end of the heavens, and the method of killing the three corpse insects is naturally not needed.

But he doesn't need it, but he can use it as a bargaining chip.

In the beginning, the root method of any cultivation is more important, but after a certain level, the application of the method is more important.

The method of killing the three corpse insects is exactly the superior method that is very sought-after in the heavens and all worlds.

After chatting with Meng Xinghe for a few more words, Yan Su left under Yan Yunyuan's call.

The bright moon passed through the sea of clouds, hanging high in the sky, like a mirror, and the cold moonlight sprinkled down, enveloping the altar of ten thousand fires, and it seemed that even this place with high temperature had a little more coolness.

In the distant undulating peaks, there was a faint sound of the three corpse insects.

It was a few days since Yan Su came to him.

There was still no news from the mustache, as if he had disappeared after arriving in the Heart Fairy Realm.

At this time, Meng Xinghe was still very patient to play the role of a weak chicken who was unexpectedly downcast and fell into a foreign race.

As for his own origins, he has already had an explanation.

As for the people of the Xinyan clan, did they believe it... Then it doesn't matter.

Because no matter how true Meng Xinghe said, they would not believe it. Truth or falsehood, in fact, it doesn't matter.

There is only one reason that really reassures the Xinyan clan to let Meng Xinghe stay, and that is that he seems to be 'weak' enough.

No one would think that a guy with 80% of the muscles in his body burned by the heart fire, the meridians destroyed, and the Qi Sea Dantian all collapsed, how much threat power could there be.

It seems to have entered some kind of routine.

Meng Xinghe was in the Xinyan clan, except for intersecting with Yan Su, the other Xinyan clan people all respected him.

At this moment... , On the day of the opening of the Ten Thousand Flames Ceremony, only Yan Su chatted with him and brought wine and food.

On the altar of ten thousand fires in the distance, the sound of trumpets and drums had already sounded in unison.

Perhaps it was a deafening sound at the scene, but from the Ten Thousand Flames Altar to the outpost, it was extraordinarily far away.

It was as if the sound was the one that distinguished the two worlds.

Excitement and loneliness all rose at the same time to the sound of trumpets and drums.

"Hurry up and go back!The Ten Thousand Flames Ceremony should have begun!" Meng Xinghe said to Yan Su.

Yan Su hesitated for a moment, but said, "I'd better stay here and talk to you!

Meng Xinghe smiled: "What's good! Some people can't see you, so they should be worried!"

"Brother Chen laughed... Yan Su's face showed a little gloom, and his expression was not happy.

Meng Xinghe knew it, but at this time, he could only pretend to be confused.

Sure enough, where did the male girlfriend come from, the female confidant.

There is no pure friendship between a man and a woman.

If so, it's just that they haven't taken a fancy to each other yet.

"Okay! I'll go back! Pay more attention to yourself, there are still injuries on your body, don't rest too late at night. Drink some wine and go to bed early!" Collecting his emotions, Yan Su showed a faint smile like the past and said to Meng Xinghe.

It's just that Meng Xinghe felt it, although her tone was kind, she also had a soft look on her face. But it gives people a deep sense of distance. It's completely different from the way I laughed and talked so freely.

After Yan Su left, Meng Xinghe mobilized the power of his soul and attached it to his eyes.

Through the window, look in the direction of the Ten Thousand Flames Altar in the distance.

At this time, on the altar, a group of men and women wearing various patterns and feathers were dancing strangely.

It's like a scorching fire.

Bring the flask and pour it down your throat without a glass.

The wine of the Xinyan clan was very strong, and it fell into the stomach like fire.

It's not good, but it's also a different taste.

Rumble!

The entire Ten Thousand Flames Altar suddenly shone brightly in the night sky, red, like a burning mountain of flames.

Even though the cheers of the Xinyan clan were separated by a mountain, they still seemed to be in their ears.

The wind pouring in through the cracks in the doors and windows also has a lively smell.

Under the hazy moonlight, he turned his head and looked in the opposite direction to the Ten Thousand Flames Altar, the pale black undulating mountains seemed to be like a huge beast surging one after another, all of which were constantly dispersed in the boiling cheers of the Xinyan Clan.

The cacophony of cheers suddenly faded away.

The ancient Xun song, like melodious, but mixed with the desolation from the ancient, that kind of faint sadness, although not so intense that it immediately makes people cry, but it puts a layer of melancholy on people's hearts.

This melancholy will only become clearer with time.

The altar of ten thousand fires, which seemed to be burning all the time, suddenly dimmed, and the whole mountain became pitch black, black, as if it was darker than the beast-like distant mountains in the distance.

Suddenly!

A flickering flame flickered and flickered, as if a little stronger wind would be enough to extinguish it completely.

But it still burned tenaciously, flickering, jumping, and slowly moving to the top of the mountain.

Knock, knock, knock!

Three bells rang, penetrating the heavens and the earth, like the first sound of an era.

A most ordinary orange-red flame rose from the altar of ten thousand fires, and then turned into a fiery meteor and burned into the sky.

It's like a signal.

At the moment when the flame rose, all kinds of flames of red, yellow, purple, white, blue, gray, blue, black, gold, and silver flew towards the sky like fireworks that swirled and exploded.

The sky, which looked like a large black set, was burned into a variety of colors.

The brilliant firelight illuminates everything, they are not the sun. So under their illumination, there are still whole shadows. But it is precisely because of this that they can be arranged side by side in the sky, each blooming with its own beauty and splendor.

The light of the fire and the moonlight seem to divide the space into several boundaries.

The outpost where Meng Xinghe is located is the mortal world. And on the altar of ten thousand fires far away, where the flames bloomed, was a fairyland.

Roar··· Roar··· Roar!

A different kind of cheers, like a tsunami.

Such a cry is not only to cheer the beginning of the Ten Thousand Flames Ceremony, but also to declare their existence, their rule and dominance to this ancient heart immortal realm.

The flames gradually thinned out.

Every ten minutes or so, one or two new flames rose up and burned into the sky.

And every time the flame rises, it must be accompanied by a rapid drum beat.

And the longer the drum beat, the stronger the rising flame.

At this moment, Meng Xinghe's magic eye saw some fast-moving figures in the mottled light and shadow.

They... It's not a heart-burning family.

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