I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 137 Nanming Lihuo (Subscribe)

"I don't know if you've heard of boiling frogs in warm water?"

"Let you feel the heat of a man who has been single for 30 years."

He Pingan smiled lightly, and then tapped with one hand, and the ancient book remnants automatically floated in the air. With a thought, the crimson flames automatically fell under the ancient book remnants, wrapping the ancient book remnants.

"call"

Under the urging of He Ping'an's mana, the crimson flame blazed up, and its power continued to increase, like a small sun. The ten-mile land covered by the formation was like a ground fire, and the temperature rose rapidly.

Even on the mountain where He Ping'an was located, the rocks under his feet melted rapidly under the high temperature, turning into red magma and flowing down.

He Pingan frowned, and released a formation plate again to cover the surrounding hundreds of feet, so as to control the high temperature in front of him.

This crimson flame was exactly the Nanming Lihuo that He Pingan had obtained before.

Legend has it that when Nanming Lihuo cultivates to a high level, it will turn into a pure white flame, burning everything, especially the natural nemesis of all evil and shadowy things.

It's a pity that there is only fire, but no fairy sword, which made He Pingan very melancholy for a while.

Where the flames danced, ancient book fragments kept rolling on top of the flames, but they did not change at all.

It seems that even under the roasting of Nanming Lihuo, there is no abnormality at all.

He Pingan was not in a hurry, and closed his eyes to deduce Xiaoyan's divine number and Zongdi Jinguang.

This ancient book is extraordinary, He Pingan didn't expect to be able to make meritorious deeds in a short period of time, but in his mind, as long as this ancient book is still in the same space, Nanming Lihuo will gradually take effect.

Five hours later.
He Pingan slowly opened his eyes, only to see that there seemed to be a little redness on the fragments of ancient books.
Sure enough, although Nanming Lihuo could not ignite the remnants of the ancient books, the terrifying high temperature could pass through the cracks in the remnants of the ancient books.

This is because this ancient book is not complete, so even if the incomplete parts have been repaired by Yin Qi, it is not complete and has defects.

This is not enough!

With a thought in He Pingan's mind, endless mana poured into Nanming Lihuo again, gaining mana supplements. Nanming Lihuo's original crimson flame, at this moment, has a faint white light in the fiery red, and the power of the flame seems to have risen to another level .

As the power of the flame rose, the trace of redness on the remnants of the ancient book became more obvious.

But among the ancient books, this redness is the beginning of the collapse in the ancient book world.

Originally, the world of ancient books, where the wind was blowing like ghosts and ghosts, is now like a fire from heaven extinguishing the world. Countless crimson flames followed the cracks in the remnants of the ancient books and appeared in the world of ancient books out of thin air.

Cities, mountains, forests, pavilions, towers and pavilions made of Yin Qi will quickly disappear into nothing as long as they are touched by a little flame.

Even that cloud of yin energy became Nanming Lihuo's nourishment, and continued to grow and wreak havoc in the world of ancient books.

In the world of ancient books, nearly a hundred of Yinchuankong's ghost servants who were still left were also scattered in an instant.

Among them was Li Yuanming, the school lieutenant at the Changsheng Palace Guard in Mian County, who had also been turned into a ghost servant by Yin Chuankong.

The entire world of ancient books seemed to have been destroyed. Yin Chuankong had been in it for many years, but in an instant, it all disappeared.

"Three crazy Taoists, you are killing all the dead souls of the human race, how dare you kill demons and demons!"

Yin Chuankong's stern voice came from the ancient book.

"They were made into ghost servants by you. Unless you are willing to let them into reincarnation, they will live forever and cannot escape your control."

There was a trace of indifference on He Ping'an's face, and he said in a low voice but solemnly: "I will remember all these causes and effects in your head!"

"Three crazy Taoists, don't even think about it!"

At this moment, a wisp of gray mist appeared on top of the ancient book, and it was obvious that Yin Chuan Kong jumped over the wall in a hurry, urging the original Yin Qi to make the final struggle.

But how could He Pingan let him get what he wanted!

"town!"

He Ping'an's eyes were full of indifference, and the surrounding space was impenetrable, even with ancient books, he couldn't struggle to open it.

As the Nanming Li fire burned more and more vigorously, it finally spread like a prairie fire to the entire world of ancient books.

The sky and the ground are full of crimson flames, and Yin Chuankong keeps fleeing among them. If he is not careful, a little spark will fall on the ghost's body, igniting the ghost's body.

Even if Yin Chuankong stimulated the Yin Qi, he could not extinguish Nanming Lihuo.

Instead, the flames quickly spread to the entire ghost body like gangrene attached to the bones.

"Hiss!"

There was a trace of cruelty on Yin Chuankong's face. At this time, it was no longer the time for a woman's benevolence. He could only choose to cut off the gecko's tail, waved his hand into a sword finger, and chopped off all the ghost body.

But after this slash, his aura has weakened a lot, and he is only slightly stronger than the first-grade ghost cultivator.

Yin Chuankong turned into a phantom again, looking for a pure land not occupied by flames in the world of ancient books.

But as the flame became stronger and stronger, there were fewer and fewer places for Yin Chuankong to hide in the entire ancient book world.

Moreover, although he could avoid the flames, Yin Chuankong couldn't resist the heat waves coming.

At this time, [-]% of the original Yin Qi has been consumed, and the strength has dropped to the first rank cultivation base, and with the invasion of high temperature, the consumption of the original Yin Qi is getting bigger and bigger.

According to Yin Chuankong's estimate, in another quarter of an hour, he will be completely burned by Nanming Lihuo, and his soul will be scattered.

Thinking of this, a trace of regret finally appeared in his heart. If he had known this earlier, he might as well have stayed in the nether world, found a hidden corner, and slowly sacrificed human books.

If you don't reach ghosts and immortals, you will never go out of the mountain.

But it was useless to regret at this time, Yin Chuankong gritted his teeth, and couldn't help pleading to He Pingan: "Senior Three Crazy, please forgive me, I am willing to be your cow or horse."

He Pingan's face showed a trace of weirdness, if Song Baihong begged for mercy in front of him like this, he could think about it.

But you are Yinchuankong, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of human races, if I spare you, it will be too much for heaven.

Thinking of this, He Pingan's voice was full of joy: "Don't beg me for mercy, if you want to beg for mercy, go and tell the hundreds of thousands of dead souls!"

"However, I guess you don't have this chance!"

"What if I gave you this book?"

In Yin Chuankong's voice, there was endless temptation: "You have also seen that this is only a fragment, but its power is so amazing. If you motivate it, the power of this fragment will be even greater."

"No matter, after you die, the remaining human books will still be mine!"

He Pingan said lightly, unmoved at all.

"Three crazy Taoists, do you really want to die?"

Yin Chuankong's voice became vicious.

He Pingan ignored him, but the mana in his hand strengthened a bit.

Seeing that He Pingan didn't speak, but the flames were clearly hotter, Yin Chuankong understood He Pingan's intentions, the original Yin Qi in his body swirled and communicated with the ancient books, and a thin layer of gray mist temporarily separated him from the surrounding flames. Quarantine up.

But as the flames continued to rush, even the thin layer of gray mist began to become thinner.

"Since you won't let me go, then don't even think about getting a letter!"

At this moment, Yin Chuankong's eyes widened and he roared fiercely, his voice full of resentment and unwillingness.

All the yin and qi from the original source were integrated into the ancient book, and the gray light of the ancient book burst out, and immediately broke through the Taoist array arranged by He Pingan. The cracks in the gray light were even more radiant, as if they were communicating with another world .

"This is?"

Although He Pingan didn't know what happened, his soul faintly felt a little uneasy.

Xiaoyan Shenshu also suddenly warned in his soul, it seemed that if he didn't stop it, something big would happen.

Immediately, the soul came out through the body and rushed into the world of ancient books.

Then I saw the sky above the world of ancient books, the Yinchuan sky surrounded by countless flames, under the protection of a thin layer of gray mist, was constantly transmitting its mana into the fragments of ancient books.

"cut!"

He Ping'an's expressionless face showed a trace of caution, and then a small crystal sword transformed from divine consciousness broke through the gray fog's defense in an instant, and directly cut into Yin Chuankong's sea of ​​consciousness.

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