He Ping was stunned there, at a loss, the voice didn't seem to be a lie, and what surprised him even more was that this fire bead was at least a thousand years old.

If what the voice said is all true, then how should He Ping choose?

He can't stay by this fire pit all the time, and if he can't get out, it's no different from dying.

"You don't necessarily die if you jump, for thousands of years, at least thirty percent of the people who survived the first fire pit can get out, as long as you hold on. Just as He Ping hesitated, the voice said in a timely manner.

"Thirty percent. He Ping gritted his teeth and walked slowly towards the fire pit.

The closer he got to the fire pit, the higher the temperature, and He Ping's soul seemed to be stopping He Ping, telling him not to jump down, because jumping down would be a place to die.

He Ping stopped in front of the fire pit, looked up at the darkness in the sky, and muttered to himself, "Ever since I set foot on this path of cultivation, I have never looked back. ”

He Ping took a deep breath, and then jumped into the fire pit.

He Ping chose the fire pit that he absorbed with the fire, if his hope of surviving in this fire pit was thirty percent, then his hope of surviving in the fire pit of the fire spirit ball was zero.

The burning sensation made He Ping feel like he was in purgatory, and the flames attached to him as if he had found prey the moment He Ping jumped down.

He Ping is now the soul, and this flame burns the soul, and the pain is like the biggest wave, coming towards He Ping.

"Ah...... Ahhhhhhh

He Ping's soul was burned to the point that it gradually became virtual, and the flames became more and more manic, if the severe pain of the flesh brought by the Tongmai Fruit was one, then the pain of burning the soul in the fire pit was more than five times.

He Ping wanted to faint in pain, so that he could die or survive unconsciously, and he didn't have to endure all this anymore, but now that he had no body, how could he faint.

Everyone wants to live, and He Ping is no exception.

He was able to hold out in the fire pit for so long, not because of perseverance, he just wanted to live.

The flames in the fire pit gradually became smaller, and they tried their best to burn He Ping's soul into their nourishment, but unfortunately they were only one step away, and the flames dissipated unwillingly.

He survived, He Ping was the lucky one of the thirty percent, even if his soul had been burned to the point of almost nothingness at the moment, but he finally survived.

"Not bad, you survived. The voice came as the flames disappeared.

He Ping was lying in the pit, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, he only reluctantly said, "Senior, I survived, please let me out." ”

"Naturally, I'm going to let you out. The voice was also a little softer after He Ping survived, "But I have to explain something to you, you have to remember." ”

"Every other month, you need to come to the fire spirit bead again, and you also have to jump off the fire pit to get out, you don't want to throw away the spirit bead or not come, the fire spirit bead is bound to your soul at the moment, and it can catch you in every other month. ”

"Except for the first time you need to collect the flames yourself, the next ones are the flames generated by the fire orbs themselves. ”

"As powerful as today, the next time you enter the pit, the flames generated by the Fire Spirit Orb will increase it by three percent. ”

"Thirty percent increase?" When He Ping heard this, he knew that even if he survived at this moment, he would only extend the period of death by one month, and after a month, he would still have to die in the face of the fire pit with a power increase of thirty percent.

"If you want to survive, you often come to the Fire Spirit Bead, being burned by the fire pit is a great thing that no cultivator can ask for, you don't have to be in the midst of blessings and not know the blessings. ”

"A good thing?!" He Ping thought that he had heard it wrong, it could be considered a good thing to be tortured in this kind of Shura purgatory.

"Exactly, you can temper your divine sense here, if your divine sense can always be stronger than the flames generated by the fire spirit beads, then you can live forever. ”

"To refine your divine sense, you need to collect flames by yourself, preferably if you can collect spiritual fire, hehe, the effect of spiritual fire sharpening divine consciousness is not something you can imagine, but you are too weak now, you can only use mortal fire. ”

He Ping touched the wall of the fire pit, this pit wall came from some material, it was so hard, and it was burned for so long and still unscathed.

"Senior, how many times do you have to be burned to completely get rid of this fire spirit bead?"

"Want to get rid of it? No, you can't. I'll send you out now, of course, if you don't come to refine your divine sense this month, then after a month, it will probably be our last face. ”

As soon as the words fell, He Ping felt a strange force sending him out.

Before He Ping teleported, he reluctantly said into the air, "Dare to ask who the senior is?"

It wasn't until He Ping was about to leave the Fire Spirit Bead that the voice came again, but it gradually became weaker.

"I'm just the pearl spirit of the Fire Spirit Bead, I hope you can live a little longer, I've been here alone for too long. ”

He Ping's soul returned to his body from the fire spirit bead, if it wasn't for the sharp pain in his head, he would even feel that the journey of the fire spirit bead just now was just a dream, looking at the fire spirit bead in front of him, He Ping only felt that its red color was much lighter.

Presumably because the absorbed flames were consumed by He Ping.

He Ping extended his divine consciousness, and sure enough, as he expected, his current divine consciousness could only extend three feet, and it could also extend three zhang at noon, which was a full ninety percent reduction.

He Ping could only smile bitterly, he only hoped that his divine sense could recover a little at the moment, otherwise he would not be able to resist the flames of the next month, and even the pearl spirit said that he would not be able to refine his divine sense in the pit.

He Ping wants to live, and if he wants to live, he has to continue to enter the fire spirit bead to feel the pain of the burning body as the pearl spirit said.

The drastic decrease in consciousness made He Ping not only in pain, but also in constant sleepiness in his mind.

He Ping put away the fire spirit bead and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep is a long sleep.

When He Ping woke up again, it was already the second day, and He Ping fell asleep from the time he was about to touch the ugly, and this sleep was six hours.

He Ping opened his eyes in a daze, and sure enough, he saw Yan Xiqin busy around him, and he also had a purple wet handkerchief on his forehead, exuding a lingering fragrance, thinking that it should be Yan Xiqin's.

"Gongzi He, you're awake!" Yan Xiqin suddenly noticed that He Ping had woken up, and he looked very happy, his eyes smiling into crescent moons, "When I came to call He Gongzi earlier, He Gongzi didn't answer me. ”

"After a while, I found out that Gongzi He was suffering from a cold. Yan Xiqin said seriously, carefully wiping He Ping's face, "At that time, Gongzi He, your forehead was very hot, so I went to Gongzi He to call the doctor." ”

Speaking of this, Yan Xiqin pouted a little aggrieved again, "But those doctors have to ask for spirit stones before they are willing to come, I don't have spirit stones, so I have to give He Gongzi a wet handkerchief, hoping that He Gongzi can get better." ”

Fortunately, it didn't take long for He Gongzi's fever to subside. ”

"Thank you. He Ping stared at Yan Xiqin tightly, sighed, and held her hand, her hand was like a slippery jade, slender and white.

Yan Xiqin was suddenly held hands, her pretty face turned red all of a sudden, and she said hesitantly, "It's not hard, it's not hard." ”

Then after a while, he shyly ran away.

He Ping looked to the side, and the Taoist boy in the painting was still playing.