As mentioned earlier, Wen Yiyang cast his fire spell on the peachwood sword in his hand, but the peachwood sword was unscathed under the raging flames. After seeing such a result, the white-bearded old man immediately shook his head and said to Wen Yiyang: "This peach wood really has its magic, it seems that your fire spell can't cause the slightest damage to it." ”

Seeing the disappointed look on the white-bearded old Dao's face, Wen Yiyang's face couldn't help but turn red: "If the peach wood doesn't have this kind of magic, then can it still be selected as the material for the production of my Taoist magic weapons? Don't look at the appearance of this peachwood sword in my hand is no different from an ordinary peachwood sword, but once it reaches the hands of my master, it will immediately become different, not only has the ability to repair itself, but also can change different shapes according to the master's mind, helping my master to calmly face all kinds of dangers. Because this peachwood sword has its own spirituality, the master likes it very much, and even gives it a nice name, called 'Moonfall'. Although Shizun has never told anyone why he gave this sword such a name, Xiao Dao can feel that Shizun has injected a lot of his own feelings into this peachwood sword, and I can even feel that there seems to be an untold story behind this peachwood sword. Speaking of this, Wen Yiyang suddenly changed the topic, "Forget it, forget it, let's not discuss the story behind this peachwood sword now, since Xiao Dao can't burn half a bit of ash on this sword with ordinary fire spells, then we have to try a more powerful spell." After speaking, Wen Yiyang put back the peach wood sword in his hand, and quickly took out another blank rune paper from the Qiankun bag on his waist, and at the same time, the purple gold cinnabar pen was lifted from his waist with his other hand.

Wen Yiyang was just about to draw a spell on the blank rune paper, when he suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and seemed to hesitate in his heart. Seeing that Wen Yiyang was holding the pen and not moving his hand, the white-bearded old Taoist asked very puzzledly: "I said that the little Taoist priest of the Zhengyi Sect, didn't you say that there are more powerful spells? Why don't you hurry up and open the eyes of this old man? Could it be that you suddenly forgot how to cast this spell?"

Seeing that the white-bearded old man seized this opportunity and wanted to ridicule himself again, Wen Yiyang, who had been struggling in his heart, immediately made his own decision. I saw him grit his teeth, and then he began to draw a spell on the blank rune paper, and at the same time did not forget to reply to the white-bearded old man: "It's not that Xiaodao doesn't want to use this spell, or that Xiaodao forgot how to cast this spell, but Xiaodao suddenly remembered a warning from his master when he drew this spell." I remember that Master Venerable once said to me when he first taught me this spell, 'Disciple, there is no distinction between high and low Taoist spells in my Taoist sect, but some spells have relatively high cultivation requirements, and only when the cultivator's Taoism has reached a certain level can one try to cultivate them. If a cultivator's Dao deeds do not meet the requirements, or if a cultivator wants to forcibly cultivate or use these spells before they have fully mastered the mysteries in these spells, the consequences will be very serious, ranging from endangering the cultivator's own life to the entire human realm. The reason why the teacher wants to say these things to you is because the spell that the teacher is going to teach you next belongs to this kind of spell that requires extremely high cultivation requirements. You have to keep in mind that you can only cultivate in the presence of the teacher, because with your current path, it is difficult to guarantee that you will succeed every time you cast a spell, and if something goes wrong when you cast this spell, there is also a teacher who can take action to control the whole situation for you. Disciple, you must remember that you must not cast this spell alone without the permission of the teacher, otherwise if you make a mistake, the consequences will be unpredictable. Xiao Dao should have forgotten the master's warning on impulse before, but now after remembering the master's warning, he couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart. However, fortunately, Xiao Dao had never made a mistake when he cast this spell before, so Xiao Dao had already decided to disobey his master's admonition and try to cast this spell alone. ”

Hearing Wen Yiyang say that the spell he was going to cast next would be very dangerous, the white-bearded old Taoist was a little anxious, and hurriedly asked Wen Yiyang: "Zhengyi Sect little Taoist, you quickly explain to the old man, if this spell of yours goes wrong, what will be the result? Will the old man be burned to death as well? Hey! Hey! I said Zhengyi Sect little Taoist, you answer my question first...... I said don't you start first...... Hey!"

In the midst of Whitebeard's series of hurried questions, Wen Yiyang had already begun to cast his spell. I saw that he held the sword in his right hand and pierced the talisman he had drawn before on the tip of the peachwood sword, just like he had done when he cast the fire spell before, and then he held the peachwood sword in front of him in a circle, and at the same time stood in front of his chest with his left hand. After waiting for the peach wood sword in his hand to finish a circle in front of him, Wen Yiyang took the opportunity to stand it in front of him, and began to chant words in his mouth: "Disciple Wen Yiyang bows to the gods of the Quartet, the twenty-eight houses of the east, west, south and north are all in the list, and the ghost Liu Xing of the seven wells in the south is Zhang Yizhen, and now there are disciples of the Dharma to worship and invite, the flame and the Vermilion Bird are coming quickly, and the divine soldiers are as urgent as the law." ”

In the sound of Wen Yiyang's slow incantation, the talisman pierced on the peachwood sword actually burned with the incantation. As the spell in his mouth fell, Wen Yiyang immediately controlled the peachwood sword in his hand and slowly made another circle in front of him. In the process of this comparison of the peachwood sword, the burning talisman on the sword body followed the peachwood sword to create a ring of fire in the air. After Wen Yiyang finished making a circle of the peachwood sword in his hand in the air, the original talisman that burned on the peachwood sword had disappeared without a trace on the sword body, but the ring of fire it created in the air did not disappear, and it was still burning in the air at this moment.

In this way, this ring of fire appeared out of thin air in the air, which should have been transformed by the burning talisman on the peachwood sword, so what kind of use did Wen Yiyang make this ring of fire in the air? Seeing the scene in front of them, Yu Fei'er and Whitebeard Lao Dao were curious, so the two of them widened their eyes and stared at Wen Yiyang to see what kind of action he would make next. At this time, I saw that Wen Yiyang unhurriedly transformed the left sword finger standing on his chest into a palm, and then stretched his left hand directly under the burning fire ring with his palm facing up, and at the same time inserted the sword body of the peachwood sword into the fire ring with his right hand, and then he waved the peachwood sword in his hand and kept spinning in the fire ring. As the peachwood sword in Wen Yiyang's hand swirled faster and faster in the fire ring, the fire ring in the air burned more and more vigorously, and it didn't take long to see a flame rushing out of the fire ring and then rushing to the sword body of the peachwood sword that was spinning quickly in the middle of the fire ring, like a fire elf dancing on the sword body of the peachwood sword.

Yu Fei'er and Whitebeard Lao Dao, who were always staring at Wen Yiyang's movements, were dazzled by the flames that kept coming out of the fire ring unconsciously, and they didn't notice that the fire ring in the air was quietly changing, until something suddenly appeared in the sight of the two of them flapping their wings and flying, and the two suddenly found that the burning fire ring in the air had turned into a firebird at some point, and it was spinning and flying around the peachwood sword in Wen Yiyang's hand at this moment.

Seeing the firebird in front of them, and thinking of the spell that Wen Yiyang had recited before, Yu Fei'er and the white-bearded old man quickly guessed the identity of the firebird in their hearts, so the two clapped their hands at Wen Yiyang.

Wen Yiyang, who was casting spells, completely ignored the applause of Yu Fei'er and Whitebeard, and then saw that he suddenly stopped the spinning of the peachwood sword in his right hand, and at the same time withdrew his left hand to his chest. After his left hand was transformed from a palm to a sword finger in front of his chest, Wen Yiyang quickly raised his left hand and pointed at the firebird that was flying around the body of the peachwood sword.

Under the sword finger of Wen Yiyang's left hand, the firebird summoned by him seemed to have received the order, only to see it slam its wings a few times, draw a bright arc in the air and quickly crash towards the sword body of the peachwood sword, and then melt into a peachwood sword body A puff of green smoke melted on the sword body of the peachwood sword. After the burst of green smoke on the sword body gradually dissipated, the firebird summoned by Wen Yiyang's spell had already disappeared without a trace on the sword body of the peachwood sword, but the entire body of the peachwood sword was not damaged in the slightest.

Seeing that Wen Yiyang's spell didn't work, the white-bearded old Taoist shook his head in disappointment, and then he teased Wen Yiyang: "I said that the little Taoist priest of the Zhengyi Sect, listening to what you said when you cast this spell before, Lao Dao still thinks how powerful your spell can be! ”

But what Whitebeard didn't expect was that Wen Yiyang seemed indifferent after listening to his ridicule, and completely ignored him. Seeing that he was bored, the white-bearded old Taoist immediately turned around and talked to Yu Fei'er: "I said that the little Taoist priest of Putuo Mountain, if you want to break this obstacle in front of you, it seems that you have to find another way." ”

In order to make Wen Yiyang's heart feel better, Yu Fei'er hurriedly said good things for Wen Yiyang: "Old man, don't underestimate Wen Yiyang's spell, the firebird it summoned is actually one of the Flame Vermilion Birds, one of the four divine beasts, and like Xiaodao's Xuanwu technique, it is also a very advanced spell in my Taoism." ”

"High-level spells, don't you see? Summoned by this high-level spell you said, the Flame Vermilion Bird can't even burn a little ash on a small peach tree, how powerful can this high-level spell be?"

Yu Fei'er was just about to open his mouth to defend Wen Yiyang a few more words, when he suddenly felt a significant increase in the temperature of the air around him. Needless to say, the white-bearded old man had naturally felt this temperature change in the air, and he couldn't help muttering: "What's the matter? Why did the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rise? Could it be ......" The white-bearded old man and Yu Fei'er looked at Wen Yiyang together, and they seemed to have realized something in their hearts.