The true flame can burn the soul, and all living beings can only be contaminated with the true flame, leaving scars on the soul at the lightest, and destroying the soul at the worst.

The True Flame also burns the power of the sorcerer's soul, and half of the sorcerers don't dare to use it at all.

The little half-immortal hurriedly said, "It's almost over." ”

Mo Liunian received the true flame for some reason: "Did I do something wrong?" I could obviously feel the heat when I performed the operation last night, but now I can't feel the heat at all. ”

Xiao Banxian asked, "Do you feel anything uncomfortable?"

Mo Liunian said: "No, I just feel a little hungry." ”

The little half-immortal didn't know how to tell Mo Liunian, such a power could no longer be explained by understanding, and the little half-immortal didn't know who Mo Liunian was before.

In the past three years, if Mo Liunian has the heart to learn, I am afraid that his magic cultivation will far surpass him, and Xiao Banxian suddenly doesn't want to teach Mo Liunian anymore, not because he is afraid that she will be stronger than him in the future, but he is worried that the more Mo Liunian learns, he will no longer be Mo Liunian in the future.

The world is like a big dream, the world is cool several times, love and hatred whistling by, from beginning to end, like a flick of the fingers, the red face and clouds and temples have become dry bones, and the sword and gall have turned into ashes.

What should we do if we are so tired of the world......

In this long road of life, I will always find a reason to make the little half-fairy feel that even if the heart has been vicissitudes and only the heartbeat is left, he still wants to live with a smile.

If, everything has not been owned, the life of the little half-fairy may not be so pale, in the hurried years, the most left for the little half-fairy is helplessness, the little half-fairy can't control his heart, and he still misses you so much.

The moon is clear, the years are still moving forward, can her footsteps sound melodiously in the ears of the little half-fairy at the moment when the little half-fairy is dusty?

If the little half-immortal misses the return date after all, will he leave a little earlier in this season next year, and will not let his heart condense into a piece of ice that will accumulate into tricks?

It's just that the little half-immortal still wants to guard this wisp of soul that has not been passed away for years, soothe the shadow of the manzhi, wait for her quietly, wait for her......

With a new heart, keep the time.

The past years, the love in his heart, the little half-immortal has become light and light in the chuckle and sigh.

In fact, the little half-immortal only needs to have a safe heart, let the flowers bloom and the leaves fall in a circular interpretation, carry a cloud and water Zen heart, and let time fly into the myth of immortality.

And the life of the little half-immortal should be like a flower, regardless of men and women, the flower is colorful, fragrant, and tasteful, and the person is talented, affectionate, and interesting.

All three are indispensable.

Then, in the past page, the little half-immortal can not turn it without turning it, because the dust that falls will blind his eyes.

There are so many ordinary people, and the little half-immortal is just one of them.

Xiao Banxian heard that the bird can't fly through the sea, in fact, it's not that the bird doesn't have the courage to fly through the sea, but ten years later, on the other side of the sea, there is no longer waiting.

But how far can a man go, and how high can a man climb?

This is not a question of the feet, but of the will, and this is not a question of the hands, but of the will.

The years turn, the mountains and rivers are far away.

This rolling red dust is too difficult to walk, stepping on the beginning from a small half-immortal, it is destined to be a road of no return that is difficult to turn back.

On this road, there are many invisible dark aura that will continue to devour the little half-immortal, making the little half-immortal tense all his nerves to guard against it all the time.

The little half-immortal didn't know, hand in hand with the shore of the lake, the end of the world, it was the cause and effect of thousands of years of penance, but on the Sansheng Stone, the moss grew wildly, and there were too many regrets.

The Buddha said: How many times have you looked back in the past five hundred years, in exchange for a passing in this life.

Since we met, I hope that each other will not miss it, but who expected, it is still the confusion of the flowers in the moon and water in the mirror, and the red dust of the fate comes and goes, but it later became a sad ending, turn around, the past has become a dream, looking back, it is hazy smoke and rain.

The memory is shallow, and later the little half-immortal will only think of it if he is in a casual situation.

Running water in the year.

Just like that, I don't look back, and I take it away, and there is still the most beautiful time.

Time, because of the distance between the mountains and rivers, was divided into two sides of the strait.

This shore is the cold smoke of autumn water, and the other shore is already red like rain.

Time, long through the causeway of life, time has never grown old,

At that time, the light carving yesterday had been said goodbye one by one, and I knew that there was no trace of time, and there was no trace of the passing years.

The years are like songs, and sorrows flow.

Saving a season of flowers, dancing in the smoke and rain, drunk with broken thoughts, but also drunk with sadness.

Half of the lovesick burial year, full of heart to pay the flow, just because the encounter is too beautiful.

The mottled years that can't be covered are lonely, and the long-cherished wish of continuous ice is as cold as smoke.

The years are not old, the thoughts are not young, and the heart is still year after year.

Time has changed secretly, the love is unpredictable, and the memory is still full of sharp hearts.

Shaohua smoke and clouds, fate comes and goes, you are me and him.

The little half-fairy chases the rain wings of longing, and the love is passing through the year, or happy or sighing!

Thoughts are flying, the end of the world is boundless, and the cape is endless.

All the way to the youth as a companion, like a river flowing endlessly, or gentle, or rapid, stop and go.

Mo is on the flow of the year, and the line and chanting, the mountain is heavy, the water is heavy, the cloud is a journey, and the geese are a journey.

Let time sink and rise again.

The little half-immortal keeps an obsession, regardless of the sun and moon phases, the time passes, and the old shadow is still there.

The seasons have changed and changed, and the clouds have secretly sent the lonely bird several times, and the smoke waves have detoured to Shazhu several times.

The smoke and rain had passed, but she was still far, far ahead.

Look at the moonlight of pulling mountains and stepping on rivers to retreat to the Tang Dynasty, the cold comes and goes, and the road is long.

I can't complain that the hearts of the people of this dog and horse are too cold, and the little half-fairy has a heart between his eyebrows, and the frost is condensed!

I can't find the front with my life experience, so I think about it and hesitate!

I can't see the boundless world of Changbai Snow Mountain, life and death, yin and yang, impermanence!

I can't hope that the innocent and the same son are dressed together, how can it be said that there are no clothes, and the night is cold!

The song is not endless, the long river of China and Kyushu are all lost, cherish the king as usual, and do not hurt!

can't escape a ten-year injury arranged for you by fate, come to me, return home!

Isn't it ridiculous to have a few lives of fate?

There is no change in this world, only impermanence.

The little half-immortal doesn't think about anything else, now just wants to cherish life, cherish friendship, cherish time, and cherish the present.

Mo Liunian noticed Xiao Banxian's stunned expression and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

The little half-immortal came back to his senses: "It's nothing, you did a good job, now you don't need to practice, you will lose your own essence." ”

Most people's efforts are just to make themselves look busy.

There are a very small number of people who can quickly devote themselves to everything, not be disturbed, and work hard.

Maybe Mo Liunian is really a great talent, but it's just that the little half-immortal is rare and weird.

Mo Liunian touched his stomach and said, "No wonder I feel hungry, so what will I learn next?"

This spell can convert soul power into true flame in an instant, but at the same time, it will also consume a lot of spiritual power, and it will take a long time for the user to recover, and those who are not strong enough are not qualified to use it.

So although it is a treasure, it is rarely used.

The little half-immortal said: "I'll teach you the cloud technique." ”

Mo Liunian now only hopes that he can learn more, and immediately said: "Okay." ”

Born in the moving, the earth is born in the still, a movement and a stillness, and the way of heaven and earth is exhausted.

If you can't keep quiet, some practitioners may not be able to learn the cloud technique in their lifetime.

The techniques of the Little Half-Immortal Sect Mo Liunian were also selected by themselves, the Fire Resistance Technique could be used to attack, and the Tengyun Technique could be used to escape at a critical time.

These two techniques will be supernatural in the later stage, and they can be regarded as very advanced Xuangong changes.

In the end, the true flame can be turned into the red sea, and the sky and sun can be used to refine a world, and the cloud escape technique is also extremely powerful, the speed is like electricity, the sound is to the person, the flight is extinct, and it is thousands of miles away. Read the latest chapter of "Life is Like a Play and Singing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.