Yanzhao singer fingered the cracked ring.
This ring was once photochemical, more integrated into Yejing's body, and now it's back to its original form.
It's just that the ring, which used to be as dazzling as a flame, is now dim, dusty and mottled.
There are many fine cracks on the ring surface, like a spider's web, which seems to break at any time.
But Yan Zhaoge took the ring in his hand and could still feel the blazing temperature slightly.
Yan Zhaoge narrowed her eyes, concentrated her mind and consciousness, and gradually sank into the ring.
The scene immediately changed.
First, it was pitch black, and then in the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers, suddenly there was a light.
In fact, the light is very weak, just a light line, but because the surrounding environment is completely dark, even if it is just a light line, it is also very dazzling.
Yan Zhaoge looked carefully, it seemed to be just a tiny Mars, flashing red light.
Mars is expanding, the fire is getting brighter and brighter, and it is gradually expanding into a small fire.
The fire is more and more prosperous, the fire is more and more big. From the small fire, it becomes a huge fire, and later, it becomes a boundless sea of fire.
At the end of the day, the darkness disappeared completely, the fire filled the whole world in front of us, and our eyes became a world of fire.
All other things exist, leaving a fire to burn the sky.
Yanzhao song is quiet and moving slowly in the world of fire, feeling the power mood.
The fire is everywhere, but Yan Zhaoge can feel that although there are four fires, they are not disorderly.
Flame, like the tide of sea water, has its own regular direction of pulsation and circulation.
Yan Zhaoge ponders the summary, in the heart gradually knows.
Around the world full of chaos and fire, at this time in Yan Zhaoge's eyes, also gradually changed.
The fire seems to condense into weird runes and incantations, which are arranged in countless lines, then crisscross and flow in the void, overlapping again and again.
Yan Zhaoge looked at these words, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "before the great disillusionment, the words created by Emperor Yanmo."
"Although I haven't studied it specially, I still know some general rules. I can understand some content even if I guess with a mask."
"It's really the inheritance of emperor Yanmo."
Yan Zhaoge was a little confused: "as a person in the eight polar world, I don't know whether Ye Jing is good or bad for you now after receiving such a heritage."
Carefully browse these strange runes and seals, and then experience the power mood. Yan Zhaoge gradually has some understanding in his heart.
"It's really different from the training methods of the Yanmo people in the Yanmo world. As a strong man before the great disillusionment, the Yanmo emperor's inheritance also has all-round merits."
"With one of the ways of 'fire', there are many ways of artistic conception."
Yan Zhaoge said, "just with the change of Ye Jing's mood, more and more people are moving closer to the way of cultivation of Yan devil people."
In front of him, there was a fire, and gradually a closed gate appeared.
Yan Zhaoge feels it, and his consciousness exits the world of fire and returns to reality.
Move the power of the fire to enter the ring, and the ring full of cracks seems to be nourished, flashing a little red light.
Yan Zhaoge's consciousness sank into it again, and he saw that the closed door had been opened at the moment.
Inside the door, the sky is dark red, the ground lava erupts, magma overflows.
The scene of doomsday seen before was reappeared in front of Yan Zhaoge.
The flame in the sky coagulates slowly in the void, and gradually forms an unreal flame God, old and powerful.
The atmosphere of great disaster, destruction and suffering is bleak and ancient, which is quite different from the eight polar world today.
However, the ring is extremely fragile at this moment because of being injured by Shi tie and Yan Zhaoge.
This world of flame, no matter the dark red sky or the land full of magma, is full of dark cracks, and the space seems to break at any time.
Although the breath of the flame God is still powerful, it seems to be more illusory now.
Yan Zhaoge and the fire god look at each other, as if there are real emotions in their eyes.
It seems to be a powerful life that really exists in this space, not just a remnant breath.
In contrast, Yan Zhaoge feels that his mood seems to be slightly turbulent.
Become impetuous and restless, create a feeling of boredom, want to destroy and vent.
Yan Zhaoge's eyes flickered, and his spirit was fixed. Those manic negative emotions immediately subsided.
In front of him, the fire turned into weird and Ancient Runes, which were arranged in front of Yan Zhaoge's eyes.
Yan Zhaoge stares at these runes and slowly interprets: "the sacred scripture of heaven fire "
With the interpretation, that string of runes, turned into flame streamer of Taoism, pouring into Yanzhao song.
Yan Zhaoge only felt his whole body meridians, which seemed to be driven to burn up. In the upper and lower acupoints and orifices of his body, the stored vital energy of Liyan real fire and flame was also agitated together.
As if countless firewood heaps were splashed on Mars to burn together.
Yan Zhaoge's face is calm. In the air sea of Dantian, the chaotic air mass hidden under the heavy and clear air suddenly reverses.
The burning feeling of the whole body, suddenly have a goal, a hundred rivers into the sea in general, together towards the chaos of yanzhaoge Dantian air mass convergence.
A stream of heat, finally in the chaos of air, into a condensed fire, flashing a faint fire.
The pure Qi of Taiqing Qigong gradually converges to cover the chaos again.
Yan Zhaoge smiles, the most top secret script in the collection of Shengong. Besides its own strength, the most important reason why he chose to practice Wuji Tianshu is one of the characteristics of Wuji Tianshu.
Chaos has no end, no beginning, no end. It can contain all things, produce all things, and destroy all things.
Wuji Tianshu has a strong inclusiveness. It can absorb and even assimilate other martial arts classics without any trace. After assimilation, it can simulate transformation externally.
For example, Taiqing Qigong passed down by Guangcheng mountain.
For example, the present sacred ceremony of fire.
If you cultivate yourself, you will not be like Ye Jing.
Yan Zhaoge nodded slightly, the sacred ceremony of heaven fire, with its unique.
It's just for my next experiment.
Back to God, ah Hu stood aside, looking into the distance.
Yan Zhaoge put away the ring and looked far away.
There, a huge dark hemisphere, buckled upside down on the ground, covering the vast world, is the special position formed by the twilight dark moon energy of the great sun saints.
In the dark hemisphere, there are glass and gold lights shining constantly.
With the passage of time, at this time, the golden light of the glass becomes brighter and brighter, and begins to emerge from the dark hemisphere.
Finally, cracks appear on the top of the dark hemisphere, finally breaking, and the golden light rises!
Vaguely, a figure seems to be rising slowly from it!
"Master Bo deserves to be master Bo." Yan Zhaoge exclaimed and ah Hu nodded.
But soon, ah Hu's face changed and turned to look far away.
There, as if there is a cage dome of strong breath, is overwhelming near!
Martial arts, boxing, is clearly a great sun Shengzong.
Those who come are stronger than twilight!
"I'm afraid it's Xiao Sheng's grandfather," a Hu said in a deep voice
Yan Zhaoge's eyes also look far away, far away.