Authentic Magic Gate

Yangmei brought Ye Ting into the city. Ye Ting saw that he was not going back to the camp and asked.

Yang Mei said: "That kind of trial squad, you don't have to join in the future. I spoke with the butcher elders and replaced you with a patrol squad responsible for support."

"What do you mean?"

"The Shifeng area is about to build a city. The infant monk went to the other end of the island to block the door. The enemies on the island are at most the foundation monks left before, and there will be no Dan. There is a total of around the outer periphery of the Shifeng area. Hundreds of patrol teams are always ready to support defense loopholes. "

"Really there will be no monk monks?" Ye Ting was not convinced by Zongmen.

"fake."

Ye Ting was very discouraged, Yang Mei smiled and said, "There will definitely be no monks in the infant realm, they are all stared to death. As for the monk Jiedan, there are many of our elders in the Shifeng area, once they appear The enemies in the Jiedan realm will go to the siege. The butcher is sitting there, a few dead. "

"Sister, what is your mission?"

"My task is under the master alone, you don't have to worry about it. Here." Yang Mei stopped under a trial tower.

"Here?"

Yang Mei smiled and didn't speak, and took Ye Ting to the top of the tower. Ye Ting opened the door and saw Yu Wen Xuan Zai in his heart, rejoicing in his heart, not knowing what to say.

The top of the tower overlooks the city. With the window open, the formation did not start, the wind blew in, and it was wet and cold. Yu Wenxuan's red hair moved slightly, revealing the gray hair hidden underneath.

Saw this gray hair, Ye Ting remembered the escape symbol.

"Are you okay." Yu Wenxuan didn't go straight to the subject as before. When he saw Ye Ting, he greeted gently. It's like a parent seeing a wanderer returning home.

"The disciples are very good." Ye Tingjing respectfully respected Yu Wenxuan.

"I left two infant monks in front, and there was not much time. This time is to let you master the refining method, so as not to indulge you in the way of Fulu."

Ye Ting was ashamed, wanting to distinguish, Yu Wenxuan smiled to stop him, said: "Sword technique is the avenue, sword symbol is the trail, how to use the trail to the avenue, how?"

"The disciple knew the wrong thing." Ye Ting suddenly understood the meaning of Yu Wenxuan. No matter how good his sword training is, it is also a waste of time, which is of no benefit to Changsheng. It is just fighting skills that I have repeatedly honed, and this is my way out of practice.

For this matter, the master didn't even care about the battle ahead, and came back to help himself get back to the right path.

Yeting's heart was warm, and he listened to Yuwen's teachings.

"The Daomen Refiner is mainly based on the real fire of Samadhi, and the foundation of the Great Consummation can barely be used. Our magic door ... can be used inside and outside. I still have a bit of his own demon flame, you use the magic **** to break the spell. Mo Luo spell flame refining, no matter what the refining, you can later refine your own.

Ye Ting was glad that when he was trapped, he also practiced some things in the devil's curse. This Mo Luo curse flame is exactly in it.

"Master, the disciples are not good at learning."

"It's okay, I still have some time, you can take your time." Yu Wenxuan said, his palms turned up, a light green flame was beating gently. The flame was cheerful and lively, and it looked refreshing and refreshing, like a breeze.

His free magic flame is not something in this world. The magic gate strongman traveled through all realms, Jinao Island also spread. This his free magic flame will grow automatically, and only one piece can be cut out in 100,000 years. In Yu Wenxuan's hands, he was free of magic flames, and the number was insufficient, probably only one-third of the normal one.

Ye Ting's hands formed a magic tactic, and released a light red flame. This is Mo Luo Spell Flame, a weapon weapon of the bad guys, anomalous poisoning.

If the monk monk mastered this method, he also had to absorb his free magic flame to evolve the secret method into the real fire of Moluo. It's just that Sanmei Zhenhuo can be repaired in Taoism, and it's not impossible to evolve. But his free magic flame is extremely rare and rare in the magic door. In contrast, the real fire of the Daomen is easy to practice.

Now that there is no fairy Buddha in the three religions, the monk monk wants him to be free of magic flames. Only when the time of those 100,000 years arrives will he share a part in the original flame.

There are many similar spells. Without the support of the sect, even if you have the secret method, your achievements are limited. No matter how bad your qualifications are, it is futile to lack resources.

Ye Ting controls the pink spell flame where he touches the free magic flame. The pink spell flame is directly absorbed into it, and there are no drops. Ye Ting tried continuously, and it was all this way.

He feels that there is no threat from Mo Yan, neither lukewarm, gentle and gentle. However, no matter how malicious and fierce Mo Luo Xuanyan is, once contacted, it will be decomposed and absorbed by his free magic flame.

"Master, can you use the demon with Yuan Dan?" Ye Ting knew he didn't have this ability, so he still wanted to try it.

"Okay." Yu Wenxuan didn't let Ye Ting save. Ye Ting took a jade bottle out and released the Elixir. The Demon God's spell-breaking method slowly stimulated Dan Wen, and the Demon Han Yuan Dan entered the abdomen. Ye Ting's two-handed method was fast Let go, the pink Moro flame burst forth, and wrapped his free flame in one click.

This time, Mo Luo curse flames are endless, and Ye Ting also knows some mysteries of his free magic flames. There are so many natural patterns in this little flame of magic!

Ye Ting feels a little bad. The large number of this magic pattern can no longer be refined, at least not in his own realm. The magic of Yuan Mo Han Yuan Dan is always limited, all swallowed, it is not enough to meet the needs of his free magic flame!

Ye Ting also has no good solution. He can only go to the doctor in a hurry, and a little consciousness is sent into his free flame, which is left as a brand. He freely absorbed Mo Luo mantra with ease, and Ye Ting gritted his teeth, trying to control his free demon flame with imprint of consciousness.

It's just that his true energy and Mo Luo spell flame are released, and they are all sucked away by his free magic flame, transformed, and even sent into the brand of consciousness. The imprint of consciousness began to grow, turning into a little aura, slowly growing in his free flame.

Yuwen Xuanjing watched its changes, Ye Ting just supported for three hours, and even served three demons with Yuan Dan, then his self-consciousness in the magic flame has grown into a baby.

Ye Ting recognized that the baby was exactly what he was when he was a kid!

This baby was formed and immediately grew rapidly. The true qi in Ye Ting's body spewed wildly. Moluo Zhouyan was sucked into his free demon flame like a flood flooded by the gate.

When Ye Ting swallowed the sixth Mo Han Yuan Dan, the baby had grown up to be close to a young man, looking at Ye Ting outside of Mo Yan with his eyes facing each other.

Yeting felt his longing, and he wanted to win away!

If the demon flame spirit can take Ye Ting's flesh, it can be transformed into a human and practice by itself. No longer controlled by Mageweave. Ye Ting insisted on training him for so long, how could he not think of this.

Success or failure, it is here!

Yeting's thoughts moved, and the true Qi of the ten acupuncture points in the body was shunted into the Diyan sword behind him. Di Yanjian suddenly jumped out of the sword box, Ye Ting burst into the flame spirit in his free magic flame: "Ye Ting, you can be guilty!"

Flame Spirit was originally a brand of consciousness separated from Ye Ting's soul, and it was not much different from Ye Ting's soul attributes, otherwise it would not be possible to give birth to the idea of ​​overwhelming.

Ye Ting asked with a sigh. He felt a sword light shining in the magic flame. The flame spirit was unprepared and had no experience in dealing with it. He could only use his instinct to spit a pink flame at the sword light. Ignore any attacks and explode directly inside that flame spirit.

Flame Spirit was destroyed by Ye Ting's sword, scattered into countless auras, and absorbed by his free magic flame.

Ye Ting's Purple House knows the sea, Qinglian is in full bloom, and the power of consciousness is sent into his free flame from the sky, without passing through the thirty-six lotus roots.

After his demon flame was affected by the power of this consciousness and absorbed the aura, he began to transform his shape.

Yu Wenxuan was also surprised. He just wanted to let Ye Ting try it. Regardless of whether it succeeded or not, Ye Ting's Mo Luo Spell Flame would be refined, and with another spell, he would be able to refinish.

Who knows Ye Ting really recovered his free magic flame!

Mo Luo mantra flame dissipated, he freed himself from Yu Wenxuan's hands, flew into the palm of Ye Ting, and turned into a red lotus firework. The pink lotus petals open, bloom, and fade away.

Ye Ting shook his head and exchanged the red lotus firework above his left hand. The red lotus firework immediately reversed, and a withered lotus petal emerged from the void, folded inwards, layered, and turned into a vigorous posture. com finally closed in the lotus heart.

"Ye Ting, you are really lucky." Yu Wenxuan didn't know what to say.

"Master?" Ye Ting, despite refining his free magic flame, didn't know how to control it. With instinct, he can only switch between the two forms of Red Lotus Fireworks.

"This is Mo Luo Honglian, the refining device is at his heart, and his free will has been merged in one place." Yu Wenxuan paused and said to Ye Ting: "Among the Demon Gate, Mo Luo is called the sixth Demon God and can follow Drawing power from all realms is for your own use. Above all realms, there are also shadows of Moluo in the heavens. The Buddhist temple called this demon the first demon, and hated it the most. "

What a big deal! Ye Ting sucks.

"It's a pity that the flame spirit you cultivated is destroyed, this moluo red lotus will never spawn a flame spirit again. If there is a flame spirit, this thing kills first."

Yu Wenxuan sees Ye Ting, he is not regretful and cannot help but comfort. This disciple is not greedy, very good.

"Of course, if the Flame Spirit is there, don't say whether your current state can be controlled. Sooner or later, this Flame Spirit will grow into the Devil God of Mo Luotian and leave you. At that time, he will take everything away from you. "

Ye Ting cold sweat suddenly flowed down, listening to Yu Wenxuan continued: "Before this, the monk of the demon must find a way to kill the flame spirit. But the flame spirit is too helpful for the monks, and there are a few monks willing to give Destroy it as soon as possible? As soon as this world has its own Moro Flame Spirit, you are the second to destroy it without hesitation. "

"What about others?" Ye Ting does not care who the first one is, but wants to know the consequences of not destroying the Flame Spirit early.

"Basically, I'm dead with the flame spirit. There is only one ... I was taken away by the flame spirit, and became the incarnation of the flame spirit. So the demon practice, the devil's heart first. Can't keep it, just die. Sooner or later, Hopeless Avenue. "