There are thousands of spiritual fires, like fire snakes and fire pythons, with teeth and claws, and the momentum is extraordinary.

In the midst of this endless fire, there are two small worlds that are not disturbed.

A small world, faintly revealing the brilliance of five colors, the five elements flow, self-contained, even though the outside world is calcined by fire, thunder roars, this small world is not disturbed.

In the multicolored light mask, a miraculous peacock is sitting cross-legged on the ground, with its wings shining brightly and brightly.

At this time, he was closing a pair of eyes, his face was stiff, as if he was dead, but the slightest momentum faintly leaking through the light mask was even more powerful, and people did not dare to despise it at all.

On the other hand, the small world is a gray protective cover, and the gray is like a rag, in the spiritual fire, a pure land is opened up, and it is not disturbed by the outside world.

However, compared to the stability and tranquility of Kong Xuan's small world of the Five Elements, this small world was turbulent, and the endless spiritual fire attached to the protective shield formed by the gray chaotic aura, venting the heat.

Like a blazing fire cooking oil, the sound of explosion does not stop, in the spiritual fire, endless real thunder is accompanied, sometimes there is a loud sound in the sky, but it is the thunder and fire that explodes, and the sound shocks the sky.

The protective cover has been shaken greatly, Zhang Ling's mind is one, sitting quietly and dry, and the aura absorbed in thousands of years has been spread all over the body without hesitation, and has been blessed by the chaotic aura, although the protective cover is faintly shaking, it seems that it will be torn apart in the next moment, but it is still tough and not really broken.

On his forehead, there were beads of sweat the size of beans rolling, and Zhang Ling sometimes showed a painful face, and sometimes his face twitched, revealing a hideous color, as if he was enduring great torture.

Under the gray aura cover, there are hundreds of yellow clouds intertwined with the Nine Heavens Resting Soil, which seem to be gold but not gold, but emit endless light, tenacious and continuous, faintly excluding the spiritual fire.

Within the yellow clouds, Zhang Ling's eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and his heart was facing the sky, even though the outside world was blazing, he didn't pay attention to it at all, but he didn't stop exuding the chaotic aura, keeping the aura light shield from dissipating, and showing a stalemate with the aura from the outside world.

On the ground, at Zhang Ling's feet, the old man in Tsing Yi had a rickety body, like a dead dog, he curled up his body, and there was a red light up and down his body, emitting wisps of green smoke, but it was the spirit wood burning, and there was a burnt smell coming out.

He is the instrument spirit born from the innate wood spirit bead, and it is the most fire-resistant, not to mention that this is still the spiritual fire emitted by Fu Xi with the help of the innate sun banana fan, all-encompassing, ten thousand kinds of flames inside, the sun true fire, the nine secluded fire, the nine true fire, all of them are powerful flames, and they are the most restrained to the wood spirit beads.

Zhang Ling himself is difficult to protect at this time, and it is already the limit of what can be done to shroud the old man in Tsing Yi in a protective cover, so he naturally will not care about his life or death.

If it weren't for wanting to torture him for a while after this catastrophe, Zhang Ling would not spend his aura and energy to protect him, let him burn out in the spiritual fire and become dust, and returning to his roots was what he had to do at this time.

The spiritual fire was fierce and endless, completely enveloping the mountain where Zhang Ling was located.

When the spiritual fire had not yet touched the mountain, the flowers and trees on the mountain, and the spiritual fruit medicinal materials had been burned into ashes.

However, after a few breaths, the mountain stone has been calcined into a liquid mass, like a glazed glass, the flames are rolling, and the top of the mountain has been completely calcined by the spiritual fire into a flowing fluid, along the mountain road, to the foot of the mountain, like a glass-colored river.

The blow of the banana fan is terrifying!

Suddenly, Zhang Ling's complexion changed, and the stalemate with the spiritual fire in the outside world was only a few breaths of time, and the massive chaotic aura he had accumulated over thousands of years had almost been exhausted, if it weren't for the fact that he had just entered the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm, the aura in the dantian was already a few percent more, and he wouldn't be able to hold on to it now.

Zhang Ling opened his eyes, there seemed to be stars circulating in his eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, and finally there was a trace of determination in his eyes!

Can't go on like this!

The blow of this banana fan is too powerful, Zhang Ling's accumulation of thousands of years is only a time to hold on for a few breaths, even if the spiritual energy in his whole body is drained, he can only hold on for a few more breaths at most, and when the time comes, under the calcination of the spiritual fire, he may not be able to escape with his life.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a flame burning, and Zhang Ling already had a crazy idea in his heart.

Temper your true body with the help of that innate spiritual fire!

The saint has clouds, and the avenue is three thousand, and all of them can be proved to be mixed.

Absorbing the aura and realizing the heart of heaven is one, taking off the skin and condensing the golden body is also one.

And exercising the physical body to preach the Tao with strength is also a way.

The great god of Pangu became enlightened with his strength and broke through Hongmeng, which gave birth to the desolate world, and after his fall, the twelve ancestors who were born with the essence and blood of the flesh and the acquired turbidity were all strong in the flesh.

Don't cultivate the original god, don't accept the aura, only cultivate the body, use your own body as a magic weapon to temper, one by one has incredible magical powers, just on the strength of the body, but it is the first in the wilderness.

If it is at its peak, you can even use your body to smash the primary innate spirit treasure, and the intermediate innate spirit treasure can only leave a white mark on them, and only the superior and top innate spirit treasures can faintly restrain the body of the ancestor witch.

When the physical body reaches this level, it is a mobile innate spirit treasure, except for a limited magic weapon, most attribute attacks and spirit treasure attacks are already ineffective against them, and there are immeasurable magical powers in every gesture, which cannot be resisted.

Zhang Lingnai is a stubborn stone form, although he didn't know what his background was until this time, but even with Kong Xuan's five-colored divine eyes and Zhen Yuanzi's book from the ground, he couldn't detect his heels, and he was very likely to be born in Hongmeng.

can withstand the ubiquitous chaotic qi in Hongmeng, washed by the yin wind and evil qi, his physical body is not weak, but he has never had a chance to show it before.

This time, he was forced to the point where there was no way out, and he could only use his physical body to regret the innate spiritual fire.

It is a situation of survival in death, and it is a last resort.

But if he can survive this catastrophe, his physical body will rise to a new height, and after the spiritual fire training, the ordinary spirit treasure will no longer pose any threat to him, just like tickling, and only the innate spirit treasure can cause harm to him.

Zhang Ling will take the road of preaching the Tao with strength in the future, and tempering the physical body at this time will also benefit a lot in the future.

"Return to the roots, forge the true body with spiritual fire!" Zhang Ling shouted loudly, like thunder rolling in the sky, stirring the nine heavens and clouds.

In the firelight, a stubborn stone suddenly appeared, with three feet and six feet and five inches around it, secretly matching the number of Zhou Tian, with eyebrows and eyes, and seven orifices, with a chaotic aura circulating all over the body, green and cloudy, chaotic.