Plane purification system

Chapter 230 The source of fire

The golden flame was burning, exuding a fiery breath, and Han Fei landed, his feet suspended a foot away from the flame.

He looked intently, but saw that the flame was only one foot high, as if it would be extinguished with a slight blow.

It's just that the scorching aura in it is like a wave of heat waves, even though the surrounding flames are surging, but when you look closely, it is separated from the cluster of golden flames by a certain distance.

Han Fei's eyes lit up, and he knew that he had found the treasure. If he did not admit his mistake, this cluster of golden flames was the source of the entire sea of ​​flames in hell.

It is also the source of the legendary fire seed. Compared with it, the flames compressed by the endless sea of ​​fire in my own Bu Yuan Ding are nothing worth mentioning.

If he can subdue this cluster of flames, then his fire spells must be multiplied.

Moreover, hell fire mainly burns souls.You must know that the soul is the most important thing in a living being. Once the soul is annihilated, not to mention survival, even reincarnation is impossible.

If used well, it will definitely be a big killer!
It's in vain that the fire ghost king has lived here for thousands of years, but he only guards the seemingly vast sea of ​​fire, ignoring this real good thing.

Han Fei didn't immediately subdue the flames. Now that he had just gone through two battles, both physical strength and energy were exhausted, and he was really not suitable for a duel with this source of fire.

So he crossed his legs and let his whole body hover three feet above the flames, and then took out the essence of the sea of ​​fire from the Bu Yuan Ding.

Although the flame compressed by the endless sea of ​​fire is not as immortal as the fire seed source, it is the crystallization of fire attribute energy after all.

Therefore, in order to prevent it from dissipating due to being left for too long, and because it contains a lot of energy, Han Fei doesn't mind using it to replenish the mana consumed in his body.

He has the "Zhou Tian Purification Art" in his body, no matter what kind of attribute energy can be used by him, and converted into energy in his body, so he doesn't worry about the conflict of energy.

For an entire hour like this, Han Feifang raised his energy to the most perfect state.

It has to be said that the flame essence in the cauldron is definitely a great tonic, and the energy contained in it is more than enough to make up for the mana consumed by Han Fei.

In this way, Han Fei not only recovered his mana, but even faintly felt that he had a deeper understanding of the way of fire.

What made him even more gratified was that he felt the real fairy's barrier, which meant that he was not far from breaking through the real fairy.

Even if he practiced step by step, Han Fei was confident that he would be able to break through to the Celestial Immortal and achieve the True Immortal Status within a few decades, or even ten years.

But does he need so long?
Obviously, it is impossible for Han Fei to wait for such a long time. You must know that there is still a cluster of flames in front of him that is better than the entire sea of ​​flames.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei concentrated and held his breath, his hands slowly formed a seal, his fingers interlaced, one by one mysterious hand prints appeared in his palms, and then he walked towards the rising flames.

Boom!

The handprints enveloped the flames, and the one-foot-high flames boiled wildly in an instant, like a golden dragon swimming, exuding a terrifying aura with its teeth and claws, and then the entire sea of ​​flames became furious again.

The magma rose, the flames burst, and the purple-red fire wave liquid surged and splashed one after another, rushing at the soles of Han Fei's feet with lightning.

The handprint formed by Han Fei was instantly crushed by the impact of the flames.

Han Fei was not discouraged. As the core energy of the entire sea of ​​hell, if he could easily subdue it, then there was no need for Han Fei to subdue it.

With a firm mind, Han Fei kept his subordinates, and the handprints continued to boil away one by one.

The handprint he made came from the fire spirit technique in the Changliu Five Spirits spell, which is a special handprint to subdue the spiritual fire of heaven and earth.

Between the sky and the earth, the flames are roughly divided into three types, namely the ordinary fire used by ordinary people, the earth fire in the hinterland of the volcano, and the sky fire left over from ancient times.

Of course, each world is different, and the sources of flames are also very wide.But generally speaking, it does not deviate from these three flames.

Of course, in addition to the natural fire, there is also a kind of flame that is cultivated by living beings, or a flame that is conceived by the fire attribute itself, but it is an acquired fire.

And this hell fire is a kind of sky fire, and it is a first-class flame used in hell to deal with the wicked and unforgivable people in life and to suppress hell.

Even in the sky fire, it can be ranked first!
Its power far exceeds that of ordinary Samadhi True Fire. After all, Samadhi True Fire is a kind of fairy fire. It is refined for the monks to form Samadhi, Qi, and God. It is cultivated and cultivated. It does not belong to the three fires of heaven and earth. of any kind.

As his thoughts flowed, Han Fei didn't stop in his hands. What he had mastered before was just an ordinary fairy fire, which was one level worse than the Samadhi real fire.

If this fire can be subdued, it will definitely be of great help to Han Fei.

"Zizi!"

The flames churned and crackled non-stop. As more and more handprints condensed, the golden flame hit the handprints, and it was no longer as easy to repel as it was at the beginning.

Instead, it was like a burnt bean, struggling non-stop, but still unable to escape.

In this way, Han Fei made tens of thousands of handprints incessantly, and it was difficult for the flames to churn.

The handprints are wrapped in flames, and at first glance, they look like a blooming lotus flower, which is alluring.

Han Fei held the flame carefully and looked at it carefully, only feeling that it was so beautiful at this time.But Han Fei knows the energy contained in it, and he can definitely destroy a giant city with ease.

If this cluster of flames were left in the world and allowed to grow, Han Fei was sure that the whole world would be reduced to ruins within half a day.

Although it only burns the soul, with its terrifying high temperature, if ordinary creatures fall into it, they will also lose their bones.

And what Han Fei has to do now is to swallow this beautiful flame like a lotus platform into his stomach. It is definitely a very dangerous thing to enter the stomach with sky fire.

But Han Fei had to do it!
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei opened his lips lightly, put the flame wrapped in his handprint into his mouth, and let it go straight into his stomach with a thud.

"Ah!" The flames were engulfing his body, and Han Fei's red cheeks, which had been scorched by the flames, instantly lost all color and turned extremely pale, with white smoke constantly coming out of his mouth and nose.

Sweat rose from his forehead, and was evaporated in a short while.

boom!
Han Fei only felt a loud roar in his mind. The flame couldn't hit his fairy body for a while, but it hit his soul directly. Even with the handprint wrapped, Han Fei still felt heart-piercing pain.

That kind of pain penetrated deep into his soul, and it made him heartbroken!

Without further delay, Han Fei circulated the mana and soul power of his whole body to wrap the flame that entered his body.

Looking inside, I saw the flames stationed in his dantian, burning and spreading continuously, and the fiery spiritual lines of fire power spread unstoppably towards his mind.

Han Fei gritted his teeth and endured, his body twisted continuously, and his muscles tensed up. This kind of pain that hit the soul directly, even as the peak of the fairy, he could not completely stop it.

Especially if he wants to control the flame, he must use the power of his soul to sense the contact, only in this way can he subdue it.

But it is the nemesis of the soul. In this way, Han Fei is equivalent to a wolf entering the mouth of a tiger. He took the initiative to send his soul to it to eat, and the pleasure he endured became more acute!

In Han Fei's Niwan Palace, the three-inch Yuanshen, with a ferocious face, twitched intermittently!

And in the dantian, the power of the soul is still continuously being sent to the flames.Han Fei was panting like a cow, and he felt that the pain he suffered last time was not as strong as this time.

As time passed bit by bit, Han Fei's face became paler, and his whole body began to turn red.

This is because the flames are already burning his meridians, and the handprints in the dantian have almost disappeared, and the flames turned into thin lines and began to spread towards Han Fei's tendons.

Han Fei's mind was serious, knowing that if this situation continued, he might lose money by stealing chickens, so he confessed himself here.

Originally planned to subdue it slowly, but now seeing the continuous source of soul power, not only cannot subdue it, but will become its supplement, making it stronger and stronger.

It's just that if you pour out all your souls, a bad thing will bring huge trauma to your soul.

"I don't believe you can't subdue your little flame!" Han Fei fiercely cursed, gritted his teeth.

Since it's a failure anyway, it's better to fight, even if the soul is damaged, it can't be repaired by one's own ability!

On the contrary, if it can be successful, with the help of hell fire, even if the soul is damaged, it will still be able to refine some elixir to repair the primordial spirit.

Of course, the premise is that Han Fei won't be knocked out of his primordial spirit, otherwise, even if he has the system in his body, it will be impossible to recover.

"A manly man, a dead man is like a bird, and he will not die for thousands of years. Fight!" Han Fei said firmly.

Now that he had made up his mind, Han Fei didn't hesitate, Yuanshen forcibly calmed down, crossed his legs, and slowly formed seals in his Niwan Palace.

Then the power of the soul surged out of my mind, and all of my brains rushed towards the flame...

(End of this chapter)