Tai sui

The disappearance of the furnace fire meant that the protection that the Huawai furnace had given Xi Ping was gone, not to mention those two mighty ones who gave him a blow, even the blowing wind could crush him to pieces.

However, as soon as the lotus root belt climbed out, a faint flame re-ignited in the depths of the cauldron of the Huawai furnace.

Not as exaggerated as when Xi Ping jumped in, the fire at Zhuo Ming's point was very low-key, only a thin layer was laid on the bottom of the furnace that was one person deep, and the inscription on the top of the furnace was not even disturbed.

Xi Ping's stump, wrapped in lotus root belt, hid in the thin layer of fire, as if he had shrunk under the surface of a pond.It touched Xi Ping's blood, and paused for a moment, the blood quickly disappeared at the tip of the lotus root belt, as if being sucked in by the long stem like a demon vine.

Then the lotus root belt seemed to have successfully restrained his instincts, gave up and continued to drill into his wound, and quickly climbed to the center of Xi Ping's eyebrows.

"Hey--"

Xi Ping heard a voice in the chaos, but he really didn't have the energy to respond.

"...Wake up..."

Who?

"wake up……"

"Awake……"

"Tai Sui!"

The word "Tai Sui" aroused the whisper of the Tai Sui Qin, and the sound of the piano passed over Xi Ping's broken consciousness, trying to drag him up and lead him to find the source of the sound.In the middle of the saw, Xi Ping was startled suddenly—the blood-red lotus root pierced his eyebrows mercilessly, and the skull was drilled a hole by the monster stem, and then an unknown spell was directly cast on the lotus root. Pressed into the Xiping Lingtai.

He seemed to be a dead man, who was killed by a thunderbolt, and his consciousness suddenly curled up.

"Is it alive?" He heard Zhuo Ming mutter to himself, "Tsk, it still doesn't work, let's try again."

Xi Ping: Brother, don't...

However, before he had time to respond, Zhuo Ming's lotus root belt that appeared out of nowhere was as quick as cutting his own flesh, and slashed him again.

Xi Ping blurted out a curse word to Jinping.

Zhuo Ming only heard him humming vaguely, and then said: "I don't understand, the Wan language I learned when I was young has long been forgotten, please translate it for me."

Xi Ping: "...your ancestral grave is muddled."

"Are you stupid?" Zhuo Ming retorted, "My ancestors didn't even have one, so where did they get the grave?"

Xi Ping: "..."

"You are so reckless, if I hadn't left a piece of spiritual consciousness on you in advance, you would have cooked them for them after a while." The crazy bald flower returned to normal intermittently, and sighed, "In front of you In the face of the only true God with a full moon in the world, he lit the fire outside the furnace to a height of three feet, lest others would not see it, and you think you are crazy? Fortunately, your life should not die, and you were awakened by my lovesickness..."

"Don't say it, I was wrong, I, I, I am still crazy." Xi Ping felt that the reputation of being "awakened by lovesickness" spread, and he really might as well die, so he hurriedly changed the topic weakly, " You didn't say before that the head might be full moon!"

"It's a joke," Zhuo Ming retorted seriously, "Elder Xuan Wu didn't see it, but I can see it? Could it be that I am a lunar eclipse..."

Zhuo Ming's speech rate didn't change a bit, but at the end the word "lunar eclipse" seemed to slash his throat, and the words stopped abruptly, and the lotus root belt wrapped around Xi Ping's stump was loosened.

Xi Ping hastily retrieved the lotus root belt with his remaining left arm: "Hey, lovesickness, what's the matter with you, why are you out of tune?"

Zhuo Ming made no sound.

On the top of the mountain, Xuanwu took away all the true energy that his apprentice depended on for survival without hesitation, and the blood-colored silver moon wheel shone strangely, and blessed it on his scimitar.

And in the east lotus pond, the lotus flowers all over the flower pond suddenly bloomed in unison, and Zhuo Ming's upturned face appeared in the middle of each white lotus without a flower core.

Immediately afterwards, the faces of Lianhua Lianye and Zhuo Ming seemed to be burnt by the moonlight, and the scab-like wounds of the full moon continued to expand, but Zhuo Ming remained unmoved at all.In the blink of an eye, the skin on his face was almost corroded, revealing the blackened bones under the skin, and with a strange smile, he said to himself: "Master..."

He is a natural disability from an outhouse raised by an unscrupulous son in a side branch of the Xiang family. His bones are soft and can be broken into various shapes, but he cannot walk upright.

His mother is a plaything who has been carefully trained since childhood, and she can only "laugh".She was still smiling when she was beaten, the corners of her mouth remained motionless when she was humiliated, and she was still smiling like a flower when she was about to die.After she died, the aunt asked someone to carry him back home for the sake of fame.

The top-level inspiration smelled the dead breath in an attendant, and out of good intentions, he smiled regretfully at the attendant.

The man died that night, and somehow a rumor spread that he was a monster, and whoever he smiled at would die.The nobles avoided him for fear that the servants could not avoid him, and they did not dare to offend him, so they studied various "means" to deal with him.

"Don't talk to him, don't make eye contact with him, no matter what he does, just pretend you can't see him."

Every time someone offended someone and was transferred to his side, he would receive such teachings from the kind seniors.

Later, no one died, and everyone believed that this was effective, so he became a "non-existent" person.He lay there every day, crying, laughing and cursing without getting any response. Gradually, he learned to use people's fear without a teacher, and "cursed" a rough servant into a serious illness, and finally he was able to control him They are gone.

Like his mother, he only has one set of expressions, she only pleases others, and he only scares others.

Until Xuanwu Immortal Venerable from the Nine Heavens came down to earth.

When the whole family dared not raise their heads, he habitually looked for a sense of presence, put his soft and deformed legs on his shoulders, and said "monstrous words" like a big spider: "Sir, do you think my head is right or wrong?" of?"

Immortal Venerable Xuan Wu shot his gaze from behind that weird mask, stared at him for a moment, and replied flatly: "Yes, put it down."

That gaze made Zhuo Ming learn how to cry.

Later, when he went to the fairy mountain, he learned to express his feelings like ordinary people—it was not easy, after all, the world didn't know what was in his eyes, and the words and sentences he could create were limited.So he learned all the systematic languages ​​in the world in order to find a few appropriate words and tell his master what he saw and what he realized.

He opened his spiritual aperture and was able to run and jump, but he didn't care about traveling around and seeing the world.Because he has to practice all kinds of supernatural powers day and night, desperately refining spiritual bones, in order to get a little praise from his taciturn master-he is addicted to that.

It's just... It turned out that it wasn't him that the master praised, and it wasn't him who was looking forward to. It was the poisonous lotus pod in the silver moon wheel that was about to make a new sacrifice.

"Master," Zhuo Ming's tongue became inflexible under the deadly moonlight, and his voice became slurred, "Do you think my head is right or wrong?"

Xuanwu didn't have time to pay attention to him, the words flew out lightly, just like when he was a teenager, there was no echo.

The silver moon wheel almost took away the brilliance of the white moon in the sky, and the Zhenshan artifact that had been eroded by the seeds of the demon god for thousands of years seemed to have betrayed Lingshan.

"Your head?" At this time, the voice of "Yanyunliu" rang in Zhuo Ming's ear, "What happened to your head? When is it, can we stop messing with your head?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm going to die." Zhuo Ming came back to his senses, watching the lotus flowers in the pool and his real body being swept into ashes by the "moonlight", he smiled slightly, and said softly with a little madness that he would regard death as home , "Master removed the true energy from my body, my real body has been rotten in the silver moonlight, and only this residual spiritual consciousness is left. The spiritual consciousness that is not left outside cannot light the fire, there is no way, you are ready Well, I'm counting down. Ten..."

Xi Ping: "..."

Don't be so sudden.

However, before he could start to think of countermeasures, the fire in the Huawai furnace went out again, the space inside the furnace to protect them disappeared, and the strong wind brought out by Xuan Wu's knife swept over mercilessly!

Xi Ping howled: "Didn't it count down to dozens!"

"One, I said counting down, but I didn't say counting to ten." The lotus flower spirit who didn't know how to count sighed as if giving up, "The cicadas are all ants below the slough. In Taoism, power is everything. You and I, Ah……"

The strong wind hit the edge of the outer furnace, and the outer furnace was blown out.

Xi Ping, who was at the bottom of the furnace, was bloody and bloody wrapped around his body with lotus root belts, jumping up on the spot, and the inevitable murderous intent condensed on their heads.

"Who is with you...'you and me'!"

In the blink of an eye, at the foot of the precarious Zhongzuo main peak, in rock crevices, on cliffs, and even in rivers and streams—countless hidden green ore mud balls cracked at the same time, and there was a reborn wood seed in the middle of each green ore mud ball , which Xi Ping hid along the way up the mountain.

The seeds were urged by the almost undetectable aura of the green mine slag, and they took root and sprouted in various corners!

Xi Ping's spiritual consciousness instantly covered the entire main peak of Zhongzuo, and when the wind of the knife almost touched his hair, the fire in the outer furnace was rekindled.

Once again, a secret realm isolated from the outside world was formed in the furnace, and the outer furnace rolled out and crashed to the ground.

Xi Ping took a deep breath and fell to the bottom of the furnace: "I don't believe it."

The word "letter" was covered by a loud noise, and the scimitar wrapped in silver moonlight struck Xiang Rong.

Xiang Rong didn't dodge or dodge, his giant figure clasped his palms together, and clasped the silver moon scimitar in his palm.

The two identical faces faced each other from a distance through the moonlight. Immediately afterwards, the divine consciousness of the full-moon sage pressed down with a spirit-like will to wash away the "stains" on the silver moon wheel.

The moonlight on the tip of the Xuanwu knife suddenly dimmed once, and the blood light on the silver moon wheel became weaker and weaker——

The head of the Sanyue Mountains yelled like a Hong Zhong: "The silver moon wheel is back!"

The silver moon wheel controlled by Xuanwu trembled suddenly, like waking up from a dream, and suddenly broke away from the tip of Xuanwu's knife.

The scimitar - Xuan Wu's natal magic weapon shattered at the sound.

The skin and flesh on Xuan Wu's body seemed unable to wrap the surging spiritual energy, and it began to crack from the hands holding the knife, and the broken thread flew out like a snow-white kite.

However, there was a weird smile on the facial features that had been smeared with blood.

In the outer furnace, Zhuo Ming stared at the Yan Yunliu in amazement through the limp lotus root belt with his remaining spiritual consciousness... only the stump of a head and half of a shoulder remained.

Xi Ping turned a deaf ear to the earth-shattering outside the furnace. He did not skillfully control the fire in the furnace and let the fire burn on his wound.

The time and space in the furnace outside the furnace were once again staggered with the outside world, stars and stars moved in the furnace, and a distant golden disc hovered above his head. The turbulent spiritual energy poured into him continuously and melted into his body, and new bones grew inch by inch from the wound.

Zhuo Ming's lotus root belt was buckled in his palm, and he could feel the whole body of that young "Yan Yun Liu" stretched like iron, but he didn't make a sound.

Suddenly, he felt the "leaves" of Yanyun Liu move, as if he was spreading some gossip again.

Zhuo Ming recognized the dancing direction of "Smoke Cloud Willow Leaves": "...Zhou Ying?"

"I'm..." Xi Ping's sweat just fell, and was evaporated by the fire outside the furnace, "I'm asking him to help you figure out how many spirits, spirit...spirit stones are needed to ascend the spirit, this...back... Cultivating at public expense... makes a lot of money."

The next moment, there was a "boom", and a cloud of thunder fell on the outer furnace—but no one cared, because thunder fell everywhere on the middle peak.

The Wuxinlian was completely stripped off, and Yinyue Poison Chi, who returned to the top of the middle mountain, was knocked out by the "moonlight" with a loud noise.

The flame lit by Xi Ping in the furnace survived and survived. In such a short time, he gave birth to the right half of his arm, and the spiritual energy circulation of his upper body was connected.

Followed by the thoracic spine, waist and abdomen...

And outside the furnace, the silver moonlight has swept onto Xiang Rong mercilessly!

Xuan Wu's changed laugh echoed in the mountains: "Brother Sect Leader, do you think Yinyuelun is hostile to you because of Wuxinlian? A spiritual mountain is only full of true gods for one month, and you are trying to erase His Majesty Xuandi's relics in vain. , become the master of Sanyue, what do you think Yinyuelun will think of you?"

The second half of his sentence was drowned in the pouring thunder.

But Zhuo Ming could still hear clearly—he could always hear voices that others couldn't hear.

"From the day a spiritual mountain is completed, it has its own curse. Xuanyin will fall into endless internal strife, and on the single-plank bridge that leads to the sky in Sanyue, the master and apprentice brothers will eventually turn against each other. The Lingshan left by Emperor Xuan wants to be destroyed. Losing Xiang Rong, Xiang Rong designed Xuan Wu to expose his ambitions, and Xuan Wu has raised me for 300 years, and it finally came in handy... They are really boring, aren't they?" Looking at Xi Ping, he listened almost greedily to the "click" sound between his new and old joints, and said softly, "Let me remind you that although the fire in the furnace can block the moonlight, jade cannot be cut into a weapon, and it is not immune to thunder." , Establishing a foundation cannot raise the spirit, this is the iron law."

Establishing a foundation and ascending to the spirit requires complete preparations. Even Lingshan disciples who have elders protecting the law have to be prepared for a narrow escape. Is there really anyone who can withstand reshaping flesh and blood and thunder disaster at the same time?

Zhuo Ming's voice became a little deeper: "To be on the safe side, you should not be in a hurry to ascend to the spirit at this time, first..."

After his words fell, the lotus root belt was suddenly picked off by Xi Ping and thrown into the fire beside him.

Then the fire protecting them suddenly opened a gap, and a bolt of lightning just fell from the gap, and struck Xi Ping straightly.

He had just grown his upper body at this time, and his legs were still bones. The fresh flesh was instantly scorched, and the fragile leg bones snapped and were burned to charcoal ashes.

He seems to have spent his whole life picking chestnuts from the fire, and he doesn't know how to write the word "secure".

Shengling still has a glimmer of life, and his life is safe for a while. When the two of them are finished fighting, where else can he escape?

What's more, he had to take the furnace back today, otherwise the gods would be left with nothing!

The fire cracked open the gap that Jielei passed through, but it burned even more vigorously.

A slender qin string protruded from Xi Ping's fingertips, and he plucked off the scorched carrion like a ox. The spiritual energy flowed into the furnace like a river, and new flesh and bones quickly grew from his wound. And the second thunder came again!

Zhuo Ming laughed softly: "It's not tame."

At the same time, the loud noise of the silver moon wrestling with the new "full moon" actually overwhelmed the thunder, and an angry shout came from the depths of Sanyue Mountain: "I say, the silver moon is back to its place—"

The silver moon wheel in its prime was crushed down.

The lightning and thunder made Xiang Rong's face white and faded, making him look more like nothing.

Lingshan has been thousands of years old, and it has decayed and aged under the calls of the people for generations. Xichu, a land where winners take all, seems to be finally returning to the sacredness of new life.