In just a few breaths, the standing Zen staff, like a burning candle, gradually faded down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Dad, the Zen staff has become shorter!" Zhuo Yifan exclaimed.

Zhuo Song also nodded happily and said, "Yes, it's melted!"

The other three were even more happy.

As the staff became shorter, the flames gradually became shorter, and then the sound of the wind in Taniguchi was heard, and the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

Listen carefully, there are like jackals barking, some like lion roaring, and from time to time accompanied by the sound of strings, swallowing smoke and spitting fog rise......

Just as everyone's eyes were open, the water of the molten Zen staff continued to overflow like a golden golden soup.

"Toot ......"

The bottom of the roof is constantly boiling with water, bubbling hot bubbles, like a tumbling hot spring, and the sound continues. And every time a hot bubble is exploded, a circle of white smoke rises inside.

The white smoke gathered and swirled together, and suddenly converged into strange shapes, some shaped like turtles, some like lions, some looked like jackals, and some looked like tigers......

There were as many as nine of them in the changing shapes, which made everyone stunned for a moment.

"Ahh

Zhuo Yifan suddenly held his head in his hands, his head seemed to be strangled by a rope, and his brain hurt for a while.

"Fan'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Song hurriedly ran up.

I saw Zhuo Yifan kneeling on the ground, holding his head and shaking, beads of sweat kept rolling down his head, and his handsome and graceful face was also deformed.

At the mouth of Shennongding, the white smoke is still gathering, changing in various shapes, as if it is intentionally converging, but it seems to be unintentionally formed.

Because the forging pavilion was originally an underground forging field, it was in the stone chamber, and there was no wind everywhere at all, and even if there was wind, it could not blow into such a lifelike image. There was such an amazing scene, and everyone had no time to take care of it, and they all nervously gathered around Zhuo Yifan.

"Fan'er, don't scare your father!" Zhuo Song held his son's cheek and shook it.

"Dad, I'...... My brain hurts!"

Zhuo Yifan squeezed out a few words with difficulty, and then began to shake his head again.

Just as Zhuo Yifan endured the pain, a voice hit his head like an electric current.

"Little baby, you can't melt the Zen staff, this is the only thing we stand on, you can't ......"

One voice, but mixed with nine timbres, nine tones.

"Who are you?"

"We've seen it in the cave!" Nine timbres, converging into one voice.

"You are the blood-sucking Nine Dragons that Master said!" Zhuo Yifan grimaced.

"Fan'er, who are you talking to?" Zhuo Song saw him talking to himself, and his heart was impatient.

"Little baby, let them stop, there is not much molten water in the Zen staff!"

"Stop! Stop!" Zhuo Yifan's heart-rending shouts made everyone feel terrified.

"What's the stop?" Zhuo Song asked.

Zhuo Yifan's eyes were red, like a red black stone in the furnace, as if it could burn in the next moment.

He pointed with difficulty, in the direction of Shennong Ding, and his face looked very pale.

Seeing this, Zhuo Song hurriedly got up and walked towards the burning ding.

At this time, the little monk hurriedly stopped him and said, "Master Zhuo, you can't stop, the master has told you to melt it!"

"But Fan'er?" Zhuo Song's brows furrowed.

"Brother Yifan, you bear with it a little longer, and it will be fine after the Zen staff is melted!" Huya turned around and said.

"My head hurts, I can't stand it anymore!" Zhuo Yifan grinned.

"Little Master, how do you know that the Zen staff will be fine after melting?" Zhuo Song hurriedly asked.

"My master said that this Zen rod is full of evil thoughts, and it is easy to control people's hearts. ”

"But we're all fine!" Yu Qingqiu said.

"I don't know, probably Big Brother Yifan, it's too close to it!"

"Little Master, you're just guessing, I'm just such a son, if something happens, what can we do in Zhuojian Villa?"

Zhuo Song was worried about his son, he didn't want to care too much, he just wanted to save his son.

"Little baby, you're going to melt out!"

"Ahh......h Dad, I can't stand it!"

Seeing this, Zhuo Song's face turned pale, and then he rushed to Shennongding.

The little monk with Huya was suddenly anxious, stepped on his feet hard, turned his body and flew in front of Zhuo Song.

Zhuo Song didn't care about Huya's blocking, and wanted to use his taller body than him to knock him away.

Who knew that Huya's palm waved in the wind, and his small body suddenly looked like a half-cut wooden stake rooted in the ground, making Zhuo Song bounce back.

Because he was relatively old and did not know martial arts, his feet were not good, and his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground.

"Oops!" Zhuo Song's eyes instantly burst into Venus.

"Senior Brother Huya, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Huya knocked Zhuo Song down, Yu Qingqiu couldn't help but be surprised.

"Amitabha, Master Zhuo Zhuang is really sorry!" the little monk bowed his head.

Lin Qingyi helped Zhuo Yifan and almost cried.

"Ahh......h

The nine tones converged into a roar, which kept sounding in Zhuo Yifan's mind, and it swirled for a while, and then disappeared completely.

Zhuo Yifan's hideous expression slowly calmed down, and his dark red eyes gradually turned black.

He looked up and saw that Zhuo Song was still lying on the ground, and hurriedly shouted, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was well, Lin Qingyi instantly cried with joy.

"Gongzi Zhuo is fine!" Lin Qingyi said with two crystal tears on her cheeks.

Yu Qingqiu hurriedly went to help Zhuo Song, and Zhuo Yifan also stood up at this time.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Zhuo Song said happily: "Fan'er, dad is fine!

Zhuo Yifan nodded.

"Master Zhuo, it's not good to be a little monk!" Huya pursed his lips and lowered his head embarrassedly.

"Hey, it's none of your business, it seems that I'm really old, and my legs and feet are not good!" Zhuo Song smiled and shook his head.

Seeing that Zhuo Song was fine, Zhuo Yifan also knew that he didn't complain about Huya, and then he also smiled, "Senior Brother Huya, my father said that it wasn't your fault, so don't blame yourself, besides, you are also trying to complete the task assigned by the master." ”

Yu Qingqiu and Lin Qingyi also persuaded Huya separately, which made Huya feel relieved.

"Let's see how the Zen stick is melting?" Seeing that everything was stable, Zhuo Yifan remembered the matter of the Zen stick.

The wisps of white smoke coming out of Shennong Ding are getting thinner and thinner, and the sound of "grunting" inside is no longer audible at this time.

When everyone saw this, they all smiled.

"Could it be that the Zen staff has melted!"

After Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, he was the first to walk up.

Because there is still a fire source at the bottom of the ding, it still exudes a steady stream of heat, so Zhuo Yifan did not go over directly.

He walked to a distance of about two steps from Shennong Ding and stopped.

Looking at the bottom of it, I saw that it was empty, neither liquid nor debris, nothing anyway.

"Dad, the Zen staff is really melting, and it's melted out!" Zhuo Yifan said in surprise. (To be continued.) )