Murong Lin Zhi's eyes closed slightly, and he concentrated on thinking about how to break through the Dan Cultivation Technique and make himself an eighth-level alchemist. And the opportunity for a breakthrough is the alchemy of the Feng family's water and fire blending and symbiosis.

Murong Linzhi did not hesitate, and immediately looked at Feng Tao's memories stored in Zhihai. Putting aside the irrelevant memories, Murong Lin searched for everything about the Fire Lake.

However, Feng Tao's information about the Fire Lake is varied, and there are countless anecdotes, but there is no alchemy of how to use the Fire Lake to integrate water and fire into symbiosis.

When Murong Lin Zhi was confused, Feng Tao clamped the winged wolf between his legs, and the winged wolf spread his wings and flew to Murong Linzhi.

"Young Master, are you thinking about my Feng family's alchemy of water and fire. As soon as Feng Tao approached Murong Lin Zhi, he asked in a low voice

Murong Lin Zhi grabbed the long mane on the winged wolf's neck with both hands, and turned sideways to face Feng Tao, he smiled awkwardly and nodded.

Feng Tao's face immediately showed arrogance, and he said proudly: "My Feng family's water and fire are integrated and symbiotic alchemy, relying on bloodline inheritance, others cannot plagiarize. ”

"Bloodline inheritance, isn't that the art of the demon clan?" Murong Lin Zhi was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't ask Feng Tao.

Feng Tao didn't know what Murong Lin Zhi was thinking, and he was still proud, but at this moment, he had already restrained the arrogance on his face, and his eyes were staring at the center of the fire lake, as if he was thinking.

After a long time, Feng Tao's gaze withdrew from the center of the lake, and he looked intently at Murong Linzhi next to him.

Murong Lin Zhi rode the winged wolf, and walked towards the Fire Lake without hurrying or slowing.

When he heard that the Feng family's water and fire fusion and symbiosis alchemy technique relied on bloodline inheritance, he sighed in his heart, and put aside the idea of breaking through to the eighth level alchemist.

"Young Master!" Feng Tao shouted in a low voice.

Murong Lin pinched the winged wolf, and the winged wolf stopped moving forward. Murong Lin turned his head and looked at Feng Tao.

"Feng is willing to dedicate the alchemy of water and fire to the young master. Although Feng Tao's voice was small, he was categorical.

"Your family's alchemy is not a bloodline inheritance?" asked Murong Lin Zhi suspiciously.

"Not bad. Feng Tao replied very affirmatively, "But Feng's alchemy is willing to be dedicated to the young master." Can Feng turn the impossible into a possibility?"

"Oh!" Murong Lin immediately became interested when he heard this, and the flame that had been extinguished just now was burning brightly, although his face was full of doubt.

Feng Tao didn't speak again, he replaced all words with actions.

Feng Tao controlled the winged wolf to move forward, making it stand still.

Then, Feng Tao straightened his chest, raised his head slightly upward, opened his mouth, and the tip of his right index finger reached into his mouth.

A faint smell of blood rushed towards Murong Linzhi, Murong Linzhi couldn't help but take a few more sips, and in that bloody smell, he smelled a trace of imperceptible danxiang.

Feng Tao's right index finger had already been withdrawn from his mouth, and Murong Lin Zhi saw that there was an extra bead of blood on the tip of his index finger.

The blood beads were red and red like fire, as if they were beating at Feng Tao's fingertips.

"Young Master, open your mouth quickly!" Feng Tao shouted eagerly.

Although Murong Lin Zhi was like a second monk, he was confused for a while, but he still opened his mouth according to his words.

Feng Tao raised his right hand, and the blood bead on the tip of his index finger "swished", detached from the tip of his finger, turned into a red shadow, and flew into Murong Lin Zhi's mouth.

Before Murong Lin Zhi could understand what was going on, the blood beads flowed down his throat and into his stomach.

Murong Lin Zhi was no longer able to speak, he only felt a flame burning from his mouth, and then it hit his throat, and there seemed to be a sky-high fire in his stomach, and then all his internal organs were burning.

"Ahh

"This!this!" Feng Tao was startled, and his body almost fell from the winged wolf.

"What's going on?" Feng Tao's eyes widened, his face full of question marks.

Jia Qing, Schrödinger, and Wang Baoyu stepped forward and looked at Murong Linzhi in surprise.

"What's going on?" Jia Qing asked Feng Tao.

"I, I don't know. Feng Tao replied, "I just dedicated the blood of my heart to the young master. ”

Wang Baoyu frowned and asked, "Heart-blooded?"

"Feng's hard work is related to the Feng inheritance, and this inheritance cannot be obtained by outsiders. Feng Tao explained: "Of course, the Feng disciples are willing to give, that's another matter. ”

Schrödinger nodded, he had heard that the Feng family used this method to pass on their inheritance to their loyal followers.

The value of the Feng family's unsuccessful children to the family is their own blood, because it is the inheritance of the Feng family.

The blood of the heart cannot stay outside the body for a long time, otherwise it will coagulate and change color, and lose the inheritance, and the children of the Feng family who lose the blood of the heart mean that they will lose the inheritance and will have no chance with alchemy for life.

Schrödinger looked at Feng Tao with a trace of sympathy in his heart, Feng Tao was the main person who entered the Fire Lake, which showed that he was the heir to the Feng family's Dan master.

"Alas!" Schrödinger sighed, Feng Tao lost his heart's blood, and he completely lost his relationship with the Feng Dan Lord.

And the status of the Feng clan Dan lord in Feng County is only higher than the status of the patriarchs of the four major families.

In the past, Schrödinger, Jia Qing and Feng Tao became close friends, and the purpose was nothing more than to get closer to the future Feng Dan master.

However, at this moment, Feng Tao had no heart to go, and it seemed that he had no chance with the Feng Dan Lord at all, but, for some reason, Jia Qing and Schrödinger actually agreed and brought their bodies close to Feng Tao.

Even Wang Baoyu, who had always been unfriendly to Feng Tao, couldn't help himself, drove the winged wolf, came to Feng Tao, and held Feng Tao's shaking left hand who was riding the winged wolf.

At this time, Feng Tao's face was pale, his lips were dark, and his eyes were staring at Murong Lin Zhi, his eyes were full of confusion.

The children of the Feng family who sacrificed their hearts, Feng Tao was often seen in the family, and he saw it no less than a hundred times.

But there was no time, like Murong Linzhi.

Murong Lin Zhi is now like a burning man, his face is as red as blood, and even sparks are coming out of his eyes.

Although Murong Linzhi's whole body was wrapped in a unicorn robe, Feng Tao could feel the high temperature from Murong Linzhi's body, which was not weaker than the temperature of the Fire Lake.

"What the hell is going on?" Feng Tao asked himself thousands of times, but still couldn't find an answer.

He really wanted to rush to Murong Linzhi's side and find out, but without Murong Linzhi's fate, he had to stop.

Seeing Murong Lin Zhi fighting against death, Feng Tao felt remorseful, he didn't regret giving his heart and blood, even if he became a waste of Fengjun and a joke after their tea and dinner, he didn't regret it.

He regretted that it was the life and death crisis brought about by the young master after devouring his heart's blood.

Murong Lin Zhi also didn't expect that Feng Tao's heart's blood was really different, after it entered his body, it was like a flame, making his whole body seem to be burning.

In particular, a voice was constantly roaring, as if it was in its own body, and as if it was in its ears, as if the whole secret realm was full of its roar.

The sound changed from small to loud, deafening.

"It's ......" Murong Linzhi raised his head, a pair of eyes as red as fire, looking at the sky.

"Ang" Murong Lin roared at the sky, but what erupted from his mouth was a ball of fire.