The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 517. 517. Burial as a sacrifice conspiracy

Pei Xihe had never used real fire to protect Niwan, and he was enduring great pain. Niwan's sea of ​​consciousness was already extremely fragile, and even Pei Xihe's astonishing perseverance could not hide the pain on his face.

It is necessary to use the violence of the fire in the magma as a hammer to beat the mud pellets back and forth like forging, and at the same time absorb the essence of fire as nourishment, so that the sea of ​​consciousness of the mud pellets will not be shattered.

In order to achieve great success, one needs to endure great hardships. This is the only first-grade Taoism that Pei Xihe has practiced besides the one-yuan sword, and the one-yuan sword is because she is already good at swordsmanship. There was also room for the inheritance of Yuan Dao at that time, so it can be said to be mastered naturally.

But the five-show Huaguang Burning Heaven technique made Pei Xihe clearly understand the price to be paid to master a first-grade Taoism.

Her Niwan Consciousness Sea is always being beaten, torn and burned, but there is a steady stream of fire essence, and the fire essence pours in to repair it, so that a balance is maintained.

If this process is protected by the real sun fire, it will naturally not cause any damage to oneself, but it also loses the magic effect of forging and reshaping the mud pellets, and this Taoist technique cannot even take the first step.

Pei Xihe felt that her head was about to split, but she had to stay absolutely awake, otherwise she would lose the control of her consciousness, and she would really be destroyed with a bang, and her head would be cracked, and she had already spent half a month in this tormenting practice. more than enough.

Her current Niwan Palace is repairing itself faster and faster, and the wall membrane is showing a faint red color. The more new it is, the tougher and thicker it is, until it can safely withstand the power of fire in the magma like a torrent. like scour.

Pei Xihe understood that it was time, she silently recited the formula in her heart, and she had already understood the practice of Burning Heaven Technique in her chest.

At this moment, her Niwan Consciousness Sea hangs high above her head like a round of red sun, and the power of fire flows into it like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. Under the control of her mind, a mysterious magic pattern is engraved on the inner wall of the Niwan. .

In the center of the Niwan, the soul has already combined with the Yuanying to become the Yuanshen, which is located in the Jianggong of Zhongdantian, and there is nothing at this moment.

Strands of golden halo ooze out of those engraved magic lines and gather in the center until they form a platinum light group that is not very real, roughly in the shape of a sphere.

The dharma patterns gradually covered the inner wall of the entire Niwan Sea of ​​Consciousness, and this time it took more than a month, the platinum light group changed from ethereal and illusory to solid, exuding a terrifying flame breath .

The Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root in Pei Xihe Qihai's dantian was trembling, and it turned into a fire phoenix posture, allowing him to run deeper and deeper with the rules of the Dao of Fire, and suddenly he had a sober inspiration that enlightened him.

And the true fire of the sun in her body became more and more intimate because of her deepening understanding of the fire element at this moment. It split into a ray of true source, merged into the light group, and it was finally completely solidified. Pei Xihe only then It can be regarded as planting the seeds of Tianhuotong and completing the introduction to Taoism!
She opened her eyes in the magma, full of joy. Now she has the real fire of the sun as her source, and she has condensed the sky fire pupil. She only needs to look for all kinds of spiritual fire or sky fire in the sky and earth. When the essence is blended, it can burst out More and more terrifying power.

And suddenly, she removed the golden real fire protecting her body, and was completely exposed to this piece of crimson magma.

Pei Xihe's physical body is comparable to that of a fit monk, and he already has infinite vitality. After practicing here for about two months, he has already adapted to the environment here. Although he still feels extremely hot, he can still maintain his vitality.

She lost the real fire protection, and the black gold in her eyes disappeared and turned into clear water and ink pupils. Her aura was completely melted into the magma, making it difficult for people to distinguish. Probing outward.

There are monks coming.

A little bit of doubt arose in her heart, there is nothing but magma here, could it be that there are practitioners like her who want to use this place to practice?
Pei Xihe's mind turned around. Fortunately, she had already completed the introduction to Taoism. This magma place has no other effect except for her to further understand the way of fire. She will observe first.

The group of people had extraordinary cultivation, and the leader gave her a sense of threat. If she was overbearing, she should not make more entanglements, just leave.

And that monk is the group led by Xin Fan.

When they came here, many of the cultivators felt the heat wave rushing towards their faces. Even those who had been in the body for a thousand years did not feel the changes of cold and heat, they all felt sweaty and scorching hot for a while, and those who were even weaker felt like being smoked by flames. Roasted, with a faint tingle.

And the fit monk still looked as usual, but there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and only the only monk who returned to the void, Xinfan, still had the chic posture like a spring breeze.

It took them seven or eight days to arrive here, but at this moment they each had different doubts and frowned slightly.

One of them, a light-spirited female cultivator with good guts and her own cultivation base is also in the late stage of fusion, cupped her hands at Xin Fan and said, "Master Xin Fan, I don't know why this place is extremely hot, but there are no traces of any monsters?"

All the way they walked, they had restrained aura and extended their thoughts to explore the environment, but they didn't perceive any monsters or places with particularly strong aura.

Xinfan told them that there is a treasure of the fire element that he needs here, which can help those who return to the virtual world to enter the realm, so it must not be an ordinary treasure, how could there be no trace of breath leaking out?
And no trace of the monster was found.

A bit of bad premonition suddenly rose in the fit female cultivator's heart. Seeing the faint smile on Xin Fan's lips, the pleading and respect on her face remained unchanged, but the alarm bells rang out in her heart.

She has been cultivating to the current state for nearly a thousand years, six or seven times older than Xin Fan, who was born in the upper fairy world, who is only two sixty-six years old. Putting it in any sect in Xiaoqian World is enough to take on the important task and become backbone.

She has a keen instinct telling her, run away!
This female cultivator did exactly that, and the next moment she had a flash of spiritual light at her fingertips, she directly tore a third-grade top talisman at the bottom of the press box, and the silver light wave was about to sweep her away.

Na Xinfan smiled and said: "You are so sharp. Although you scum from the lower realms are mediocre, your intuition in this area is good. It's a pity that you can't escape."

Here, the female cultivator tore apart the talisman and wanted to escape, and the monks present also wanted to go to the same place, and quickly sacrificed their cards to leave this place, but it was useless.

A large net suddenly appeared in the void, causing their magic treasures, talismans, or array secret treasures to fail one after another.

Xin Fan had a smile on his face, but it was not as breezy as before, but it made them feel creepy.

"Xinfan, what do you want to do!?"

The female cultivator finally tore away the humility on her face, her eyes sharpened.

Xinfan replied while flicking his fingertips and running his mana.

"What can you scum from the lower world do? Naturally, it is a sacrifice to open this place."

(End of this chapter)