Although this ghost fire is not refined in dialects, its owner is connected to his mind, and it doesn't matter if he uses his divine sense to control it simply, as long as the black demon doesn't shoot indiscriminately. Before a few traces of Netherworld Ghost Fire tentatively reached out to Qingluan, and when she received her response, she let go of her words, and a ball of flame the size of a watermelon flew into Qingluan's arms, and then spread on her body.

Originally, Fang Yan was also worried that the Nether Ghost Fire would cause harm to her, after all, the Spirit Fire itself did not have spiritual intelligence, and it had nothing to do with Qingluan. Unbeknownst to her, as soon as this spiritual fire approached, the raging yin spiritual power in Qingluan's body was immediately attracted by it, which immediately made her feel a little less stressed, and at this time she was on the verge of collapse, and any little help was like a life-saving straw, so she was busy urging Fang Yan to release all the spiritual fire power.

With the strong intervention of the Nether Ghost Fire, Qingluan's condition quickly improved greatly, gradually changing in the direction that Fang Yan had expected, pulling her back from the brink of danger. Although the residual power of the bone body was terrifying, after all, it was only an ownerless thing, and it was completely instinctive to wreak havoc in Qingluan's body, and it would attack any spiritual power it sensed.

The ghost fire happened to be their evenly matched opponent, and with the aura of burning all life, it had a fatal attraction to them as soon as it appeared, and it pounced on them without surprise. However, the focus of the dialect is still on that killing intent, this is the most dangerous existence in Qingluan's body, as long as it can be lured out, at least it will save him from worrying about his life.

A moment later, that killing intent really came out of his body, and he fought with this ghost fire in an instant, which made Fang Yan overjoyed. The killing intent that threatens Qingluan the most has been introduced into the ghost fire, and he doesn't know what to do next, so he hurriedly uses his divine sense to manipulate the ghost fire to leave Qingluan's body, and she has to deal with the rest.

The flames flew up from the body, a full circle larger than before, and the dark blue flames shone brightly, as if they had received some kind of nourishment. But at this time, Fang Yan didn't dare to relax more and more, and he didn't dare to hand it over to the black evil to take it back, these domineering remnants, even he didn't know how to deal with them, so he could only take one step at a time and be cautious.

"It's impossible to refine it, and if you want to destroy it, you can't do it, I don't know if the divine sense can work?" For such an intangible and intangible thing as killing intent, I am afraid that tangible means are extremely difficult to work, and being entangled by ghost fire is nothing more than taking advantage of its weakness that no one can control, if you really want to destroy it, I am afraid that only invisible forces such as divine consciousness can be destroyed, and besides, killing intent should also be the remnant of a certain divine soul.

It's not so bold to directly use the divine sense to stab the dialect, if it is counterattacked, it will definitely be extremely heavy, fortunately, he has recently practiced the secret technique of stabbing the gods, this kind of divine sense attack is also suitable for testing, as long as he pays attention to the power of the attack, even if the goal is not achieved, it will not cause irreparable consequences.

The only thing that made him lack confidence was that the Divine Shock Thorn had just been cultivated for a short time, and his power was still unsatisfactory, and it was almost impossible to deal with this killing intent. But it doesn't matter, Fang Yan still has a soul card to cover, with this sharp weapon in his hand, even if he encounters an accident, he will not lose his ability at all, otherwise Fang Yan would dare to try indiscriminately.

A divine soul fluctuation that could not be seen by the naked eye was fleeting in front of Fang Yan, and then it hit the killing intent that was rampaging in the ghost fire, and then suddenly exploded silently, but the power was almost negligible, like a blister bursting out of thin air. But it was such a small divine sense attack, but this killing intent instantly reversed direction, rushed straight out of the ghost fire, and came towards the dialect ****, and the speed was extremely fast.

Fang Yan has been staring at this thing, how dare he hit it when he sees this, his body is ready to retreat at any time, as long as he sees that the situation is not good, he flashes to the side. Unexpectedly, this killing intent was as fast as a meteor, and before he could dodge his figure, he had already come to the front, with a palpitating aura, and directly slammed into the face door of the dialect.

"Oh no! "This thing is really a tiger's butt that can't be touched, as long as it is slightly contaminated, it will turn around and attack, I can't help but say it. And this thing is so weird that the dialect can't be understood for a while, and I don't know how to start.

Just as he watched the object fly towards him, suddenly it disappeared out of thin air, and it was not more than a foot away from him, without warning. "Soul card!" The strange dialect in front of him immediately reacted, this thing must have flown into the soul card hanging above his head, and his divine sense followed into it, and his heart was not worried.

As soon as his divine sense entered the soul card space, Fang Yan immediately felt a violent tremor, and then he let go of his divine sense and quickly swept everywhere, easily discovering the source of the vibration, but unfortunately he couldn't continue to check it. It was the pagoda of unknown origin, and this killing intent actually flew straight into it, and it was the only place where Fang Yan could not go here, and what was already puzzling to him was now adding another incomprehensible thing.

The strange thing is that after that, the place became silent again, as if nothing had ever entered, and the brutal killing intent that Fang Yan was quite afraid of, fell into the tower like this, and then it was uneventful.

It's really a miracle, can this pagoda be able to devour this thing, or be hidden in it and find an opportunity to make trouble, Fang Yan can't help but be worried in his heart, but he can't detect it.

Such a murderous thing was so dramatically taken away by the soul card, of course Fang Yan didn't dare to leave immediately, and his divine sense kept scanning all corners of the space, but he still found nothing. After about a stick of incense, Fang Yan retracted his consciousness in a complicated mood and turned his attention back to the outer world.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he had almost missed a major event, and he had been delayed in the space for too long, and he didn't even deal with the Netherworld Ghost Fire in time, and let it attach to Qingluan's body again, if she didn't happen to her, she would regret it. Fang Yan hurriedly manipulated the ghost fire to float towards the black demon, and then hurriedly checked if there was anything unusual on Qingluan's body, but fortunately, her breath was stable now, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Soon he noticed that something was wrong, but it appeared on the black shale, and just as Fang Yan returned the Nether Ghost Fire to it, he was surprised to find that it was not in a hurry to swallow it, but hesitated for a moment. When I looked at it again after a while, I saw that its face was in a trance and showed a look of regret, and it was really rare for this stupid thing to show such a rich expression in a row.

Fang Yan was secretly surprised in his heart, he had long been accustomed to the black wood, but now this appearance seemed to have suddenly opened his mind, and he naturally wanted to find out. He didn't know that he asked for a long time but didn't get a result, the black demon was still the same as before, and his spiritual intelligence had not improved as he imagined, and in the end, he still wanted the shadows around it to solve the dialect's confusion.

It turned out that the problem was in that ghost fire, it seemed that the flame had increased a lot, but in fact, the power had decreased a lot, as if a small half of the flame essence had been inexplicably devoured. After all, this fire has been refined by the black demon for a long time, but if there is a defect, it will be noticed immediately, so it will instinctively feel the changes in the ghost fire, and it will hesitate, not suddenly become shrewd.

And the faint look of regret is easy to understand, the ghost fire is one of its great powers, how can he not react in the slightest when he finds that his divine power has become weak, but the dialect is too high to look at it. It is not so easy for a demonic beast to open its spiritual intelligence, it is usually possible to cultivate to a certain level, and a person like Shadow is obviously an outlier, and it is also an excellent dialect luck that happens to subdue it.

This book is from: