Chapter 71 Sorry for posting late

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The lower spirit world has only four layers of Lianqi, Zhuji, Jindan and Yuanying. There is insufficient aura between the heavens and the earth and there are many restrictions. After the monk enters the refining emptiness, he can ascend to the spiritual realm, where the magical cultivation, the Taoism cultivation, and the divine beast gather, which is a completely new world.

Panxian Pagoda is a rare magic weapon for refining the virtual world!

That day, Jing Jing threw away a sword from Wuxian Tower in a righteous manner, and immediately turned around, his body compressed and retracted. He hadn’t responded yet, the rumbling noises stopped, and he fell like a sandbag on a hard, hot ground.

Wen Jing fainted and touched the ground, then looked up at the gradually reddening walls around him, panicked, and immediately spread his feet and ran.

The walls are going to get hot, and in a few moments, Xianxian Tower will be covered by flames!

According to the description of the outline of the second volume of “The Robbery of All Living Beings”, there are eight horrific fire vents in the tower, which are usually quiet and quiet, but if someone comes in, they will continue to spit out the true fire of Samadhi until Burn people into bacon and ashes.

But even if the true fire of Samadhi can burn people, there are several dead corners in the tower, and the flames cannot be burned for the time being. However, this flame is not vegetarian. After half an hour, it will change direction. Jun Yanzhi needs to walk through the flame to rush to a new dead end.

He was trapped inside the tower for more than a year, without a break, and was burned beyond recognition by flames. He was fortunate enough to figure out how to get out of the tower and finally found a life.

Wen Jing found this way without much painstaking effort.

It’s just one thing to know. Whether he can succeed depends on his luck and ability.

The first thing that matters is that you must not be killed by fire!

“Hula”, the surroundings are suddenly bright, the flames spit out, the orange and yellow are hot, and the tower is drowned in an instant.

Wen Jing used his strength to fly around the tower, panicing, “Where are those dead ends!”

Run around!

Jun Yanzhi’s cultivation speed is more than ten times faster than that of Wen Jing, but only a few points faster than that flame. When Wen Jing was panicking, there was a sudden, hot, burning pain on his buttocks. He immediately narrowed his eyes and yelled, “Go to your Xunxian Pagoda”. The fire was full, and his feet started to circle around the fiery tower wall as if a fire wheel had been born.

“This is the real ass!”

Wen Jing’s potential is unbelievable. A heat wave came from behind. Wen Jing was frightened, and he didn’t know whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat. He jumped!

The next moment, his body was close to the fiery tower wall, but the tongue of fire behind him stopped at a foot, and he could not burn any more.

He turned around with apprehension, the raging flames of flames filled the tower, the scene was like an infinite expansion of the surface of the sun, and it was like standing in a crater to watch the lava erupt, the flames engulfed and advanced each other, People are shocking, even grandiose, making people unconsciously feel small and humble.

At the moment of the moment, he finally hid in a dead end.

While the **** is terribly painful, Wen Jing can’t see it, so he has to touch it carefully. Fortunately, he was running fast, but he was already burnt, and there was even a burning smell.

He was suddenly sad.

He groped for a while, took a mountain of road and swallowed his elixir. It can be said that the Jindan period of the elixir is used to heal the burns of the magical period of refining, and the wound is naturally not good, but it can at least relieve the pain.

My **** doesn’t really hurt.

The **** doesn’t hurt, and the brain works normally. Even though the air was making him sweaty, it was considered a free sauna.

Wen Jing’s mood calmed down, her lips clenched tightly, and her eyes searched for the exhilarating exit mentioned in the outline in the roaring flames.

The flames erupt alternately, and Jun Yanzhi will change places every half an hour. He was trapped in the tower for a year, burned by the real fire of Samadhi, exhausted and scarred, almost discouraged, but supported by an indelible hatred. He promised to kill one day if he escaped Do everyone who is sorry for him.

To this day, he came to a dead end by accident.

This dead end is a bit strange. The pattern of a sword is engraved on the wall, which is ugly.

Although Jun Yan has come to this dead corner before, and also feels that this sword is a bit weird, he has never understood how to deal with it. On this day he was disheartened, and the ghost drew his fingers seven times along the outline of the sword. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and Bai Guang made a big noise. When he woke up, he was no longer in the tower.

Wen Jing is looking for this dead end.

In other words, he will try and avoid one by one until he finds that dead end.

Doesn’t this sound difficult …

About half an hour later, the flame suddenly became smaller. Wen Jing rubbed his hands and jumped out. He flew close to the wall and quickly and carefully swept the faintly red wall.

But within two seconds, the tongue of fire erupted again. Wen Jing yelled, “Why is it so fast!” And ran away like a desperation.

Whether it is a sword carved on the wall or not, as long as it is a dead end, thank you very much!

Doubtfully avoiding a fierce tongue of fire, Wen Jing bowed his head and wiped a cold sweat. Suddenly, the left side was suddenly bright, and Wen Jing had not yet responded. Suddenly, there was a fiery pain in the left half of his face, from the ears to the cheeks to the left eye to the chin, all burning.

At that moment, the skin made a sound of “嗤嗤”, like a sound from hell, spreading from the epidermis to the blood vessels and hurting deep into the soul. The thick, burnt smell lingers in the nose.

“Ah-!”

How painful Junjun is and what he means, he finally realized it. He didn’t feel Jun Yan’s hatred. There was only distress in his heart.

Wen Jing’s steps are messy, her body is shaking, her left eye is so painful that she can’t open, and the only right eye is cold, showing her teeth and rushing forward.

He doesn’t want to die, doesn’t want to die!

The flame is still burning on the cheek, Wen Jing can’t be beaten, but the action is a bit slow, and the back is on fire.

Wen Jing is panic-stricken, jumping around without any rules, but his luck is not as good as before, and he bumps against the wall like a headless fly, unable to find a safe dead end.

He is secretly uncomfortable, is he going to be buried in this place? How could Jun Yanzhi die at his side!

Under the rush of fire, Wen Jing pulled out his sword, and the wind swept away like a leaf!

It was said in the outline that the flames must not be used in any way. The flames have a certain temperament. The more they are provoked, the more fierce they are. One of Jun Yan didn’t know at first, and he resisted the spell, but was burned and lost most of his life.

Sure enough, the flames were broken up, but suddenly there was a whistling sound. It seemed to be angered by the sword qi, and Zhang Yawu came and was overbearing. Wen Jing looked up, frightened by the flame that seemed to devour him. He secretly said that he didn’t hold back for a moment, and I died!

Between life and death, Wen Jing thought angrily: It was a death anyway, just let it go, mother-in-law.

He usually vents his three swords with resentment, the flames dodge lightly, and rush towards his body.

This time is really about to die.

The flames touched the body, and there was a burning pain all over his body. Wen Jing gritted his teeth, his heart was sore, and Jun Yanzhi’s face appeared again.

At the last moment of life and death, it really was him.

The strange symbols in his mind slowly emerged and gathered, forming a sentence in his mind in the flicker.

“The first element of” Five Elements Sword Sword “: □□ Rebirth.”

Hey? !!

Hengyang Palace inheritance?

Suddenly, the heat on his body suddenly slowed down, and the flame seemed to be aware of something, slowly retreating from him. The surrounding lights faded away, leaving only a big basketball flame jumping in the air.

Wen Jing’s left eye still can’t open, his body is still in pain, but he stays completely.

Why does the flame stop?

The flame had no face and no expression, but Wen Jing felt it was watching himself. It made a few laps around Wen Jing, touched the Xinxin sword on his hand again, stopped back to the original position, and fought face to face with Jing Wen.

Wen Jing was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out.

While still, he calmly searched for marks on the wall. The flame stayed motionless in the air, leaving only the small tail to wiggle slightly, marking a small aperture.

Wen Jing doesn’t know what it is going to do, he just wants to leave now!

Suddenly, the light from the corner of his eye swept over a faint mark on the wall. He can’t see clearly, but the outline is slightly longer, and it is likely to be a sword!

He looked at the flame one meter away.

“Can you hear me? What do you want to do?”

The flame didn’t answer, and the little tail continued to shake.

“Do you want me to play with you?”

“…”

Wen Jing flew up in a stride, heading for the painting on the tower wall.

His movements were extremely rapid, and he immediately came to the portrayal, and suddenly he was so excited that he wanted to yell loudly.

That really is a carved sword!

Escape immediately!

He staggered his fingers and touched. Unexpectedly, a blaze of flames had already flown in front of him, and it happened to be right in front of the sword carved on the tower wall.

Wen Jing hastily retracted his fingers!

What does this mean? Is this keeping him out?

If it is burned by this fire, don’t say that you have drawn it seven times along the carved sword, I’m afraid that it will dissolve his fingers in ten seconds!

It’s so awful!

Wen Jing was so upset in his chest that he calmed down and discussed, “I don’t think you want to burn me, so let’s make friends, and you let me out.”

The flames didn’t move.

Wen Jing also said: “I see that you have a good heart and heart, it is a very good flame, otherwise I will take you out to play. The world outside is much more fun than this tower. For example, …”

After talking for a long time, Wen Jing’s mouth was dry, his mouth was flying, and he almost carried his breath away. Unfortunately, even if he had the talents of Su Qin and Zhang Yi, the flame was still motionless.

Wen Jing gritted his teeth, and said with a husky smile, “Since you are the true fire of Samadhi, your temperament is bound to be arrogant. If you tell me what I want, I will try to satisfy you?”

The flames are still moving.

One person, one fire, completely deadlocked.

Wen Jing fell to the ground, took out another elixir and swallowed it. The pain in my body was relieved, but my mood became more tangled.

The flame fell down and stopped by him for about a meter.

Wen Jingdao: “I don’t think you can speak, it’s inevitable. Are you lonely and unbearable in this tower and want to find someone to play with you?”

The flame shook its little tail and was ruthless.

Wen Jing rested for a moment, panting, and finally regained strength, trying to escape again several times. The flame seemed to be ironed out, and the ghost followed him indiscriminately. Although it did not hurt, it did not let him escape.

Wen Jing’s heart frantically resembled the same wild horse, which spent a day and night with this flame, and finally bowed his head in despair.

He gave up completely.

“Please, let me go …”

Still useless.

Negotiating, negotiating, pleading, and intimidating with this flame are a waste of time. It is hard and hard to eat, and inaccessible. No one can help it. After Wen Jing touched the hard wall several times, he finally pulled out his sword and waved it.

Since you can’t run, sword training is better than doing nothing.

At this moment, there was some movement in the flame, and it flew up.

Wen Jing suddenly felt in his heart, what does this flame want to do?

An idea faintly came to mind, but Wen Jing wasn’t sure. He was a little confused about the first priority of “Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique” in Fang Cai’s mind.

Rebirth.

What the **** is this sword art?

Wen Jing contemplates, carefully reads a line of text appearing in his head, and the sword in his heart can’t help but wave out.

Su Xinjian suddenly became orange-red, and the fire flames flowed from the inside. The sword gas instantly split the flame and hit the tower wall, making a deafening collision, echoing in the tower again.

Wen Jing paused.

This sword is so powerful!

The flame gathered up again immediately, shaking the little tail in front of him.

Wen Jing was so upset that he waved a sword again.

The small group of flames were dispelled again, but quickly gathered again. I don’t know if it is his illusion. The time to gather together seems to be slightly slower than before.

Wen Jing looked up at the top of the tower.

He seems to have guessed the intent of this flame. Only when the swordsmanship reaches a certain level of purity, he can break up the flames and make it impossible to recover for a long time, then he has the possibility to escape.

Smash the flames, quickly run to the sword in front of the carved sword and draw seven times in a row, before he can leave!

He thought about why he drew seven times in a row, but now he finally understands. The more times, the more difficult it is to get out of the tower.

According to this, this Xianxian Pagoda does not seem to be the place to kill, but the place where Qing Xuzi practiced his sword in his early years.

…………

I don’t know how long.

The weather is fine on this day. Two birds on the tree are yelling at you and me, combing each other’s feathers.

Suddenly, a pile of fuzzy and messy things appeared in the air, falling straight down, and the standing branches cracked. The female flew up with flapping wings, hurriedly guarding the male fluttering in his chest, screaming in anger.

“唧唧! 唧唧 唧唧!”

A pile of messy things fell from the ground, his body was black, his clothes were ragged, and there was a smell of burnt roasted meat.

For a long time, the pile of things slowly twisted up, supporting the ground with the sword in your hand, and there was a choke in the voice: “Come out, come out …”

The thing looked around. It seemed that the bird’s protest could not be heard at all, and crystal clear eyes were full of tears.

“Come out … finally come out …”

Suddenly, the pile of black crickets cried out loud, scaring the two birds into a stun.

It turned out to be a neurosis …

The thing sat on the ground and cried for a long time, finally refreshed, shaking to the calm lake, washed his face with water in disorder.

The lake is slowly calm, and it clearly reflects a weird face. The right half is very beautiful after washing, but the left half seems to be burned severely in a stove. The scalp and cheeks are burnt. Scars and even hair were gone.

Wen Jing’s heart is a little bit mixed.

It’s a pretty face when it grows up. It’s really disfiguring to be home.