Chapter 267
In the previous chapter, a real little monk was standing at the entrance of the magic land. In front of him, a fat monk like meat mountain was using his magic power to take photos of the rocks in the distance, and then cover it at the entrance of the magic land.
"Martial uncle, are you covering up the entrance?" Yizhen said.
"Well, there is a ferocious demon like the devil blood ant in it. We can't let other creatures in to avoid being poisoned by the devil blood ant, so we must hide the hole so that other monks won't find it." the fat monk said positively, but although his language was serious, the greed in his eyes betrayed what he thought.
When I put down the last stone, I felt that the scene in front of me had changed greatly. Originally, I was surrounded by jagged boulders. After the last stone fell, the place suddenly changed and became as bare as an ordinary mountain.
"This is an array? A Taoist means." a young monk said in surprise.
"Nonsense, this is clearly the means of Buddhism," said the fat monk.
"Does Buddhism have an array?"
"You've only learned the Dharma for a few days. The Buddha said yes, that's yes. Your master begged me to teach you. I promised after three days. If you doubt what the Buddha learned, I'll throw you away." the fat monk threatened angrily.
"Amitabha, follow your master's instructions." the little monk folded his hands and said devoutly.
After all this, the fat monk clapped his hands and said happily, "let's go, let's find something to deal with the magic blood ant, and then empty it!"
"Empty?" the little monk blinked.
"Well, empty the demon blood ant so that he won't die." the fat monk added, and then grabbed the little monk's collar and flew into the blue sky. The little monk was dragged by his collar and could only fly passively. Facing the fierce air flow, the little monk was very uncomfortable.
"Martial uncle, I can fly myself." the little monk who was grabbed by his collar struggled and screamed bitterly.
"It's all right. Martial uncle is not tired. You're welcome."
"But. But it's hard for you to hold the disciple by the neck."
"Oh, Buddhist disciples should learn to suffer. You can't stand this training. In the future, how can you develop great perseverance and wisdom and learn from Buddha to help all living beings."
"The disciple has been taught."
In the magic realm, Ziming magic fire has obviously disappeared a little.
Half a month has passed unconsciously.
In the dragon and tiger tripod, Song Fei's eyes were slightly closed and kept sitting upright. His face was like no waves in ancient and modern times. Only from time to time, there was a small purple and white fire line separated from the purple and white magic fire like a sea of fire and drilled into Song Fei's meridians.
For more than half a month, it is unthinkable for most people not to endure life rather than death. However, this great effort has also achieved great gains.
At the moment, Song Fei was like a sitting old monk, motionless, but faintly, a stronger breath overflowed from him, which was three times higher than the previous one.
With a bang, a flame suddenly appeared on Song Fei's head, and then the flame spread rapidly. In the twinkling of an eye, he wrapped his whole body and became a burning fireman.
At this time, the flame color has turned out to be mostly orange. The original red color is now sandwiched in the orange flame, which is very small.
Song Fei felt the flame of his strength with a slight movement in his heart.
A slight sigh is not enough. There is still a certain distance from the complete orange. At the moment, the Yin bead has become the size of a capsule. I must evolve the flame into a complete orange before the Yin bead is consumed.
Although today's strength is three times higher than that at the beginning, Song Fei has a faint hunch that if the flame evolves into orange, the increased strength is definitely not three times as simple.
The heart moved, and suddenly a small safflower as beautiful as blood and the petals as big as wild chrysanthemum shot out of the storage ring.
This little flower is called scorching sun flower.
Under the sun burning flower, the yin-yang cave, and the soul flower in the yin-yang cave.
This bright red flower, like a wild chrysanthemum, is the roasted flower that grew at the entrance of yin and Yang and worth 5000 points. It's worth 5000 points, which is very high value for pills. It's enough to buy a five grade pill, let alone a spiritual root that hasn't been refined into pills. You can imagine how precious the value should be. If you use it to refine a drug, I'm afraid it's worth at least 50000 points.
The soul of heaven and earth is tempered by the aura of heaven and earth. Most of the properties are mild, especially compared with the flame of Ziming magic fire, the flame of heaven and Earth Spirit root is not sure how many times mild.
Because Song Fei always had enough low-level spirit grass to use this sunburn flower, and the medicine was stronger than other spirit grass, Song Fei never had the opportunity to use it. And I don't dare to use it easily. At present, I have only one spirit grass of this level. Good steel is used on the blade, and good heaven and Earth Spirit roots should also be used at critical moments, such as when breaking through the realm.
With the neutralization of Yin beads, Song Fei directly swallowed the sunburn flowers into his stomach. Then, Song Fei felt that his stomach was like swallowing a small sun. The huge heat seemed to burn the whole body.
Sweat suddenly came out of Song Fei's body like raindrops. In the dragon and tiger tripod, a mist formed by sweat was generated in an instant, winding around Song Fei.
Song Fei immediately mobilized the power of Yin bead to the greatest extent, and the cold power immediately wrapped the fiery and terrible energy through the meridians of his body.
"Boom ~" the two energies of yin and Yang suddenly collided violently, and Song Fei immediately felt great pain.
"As I guessed, although the energy of this regiment is extremely huge, it is also very gentle. If it is replaced by Ziming magic fire, I can't control it as long as 1% of the energy of burning sun flower enters the body. This energy is equivalent to 100 times of the energy of Ziming magic fire every time. Good, good." although he is suffering great pain, Song Fei is very happy in his heart.
The sun true fire was running rapidly, and the huge energy began to fill Song Fei's meridians. In the unique way of the sun true fire, it began to change into the mana of the sun true fire, which was absorbed by Song Fei.
There is more and more energy in the air sea. Song Fei clearly feels that his air sea is about to break through. At this moment, more and more energy enters the body. If he is careless, he will break through the air sea, beat himself back to his original shape and make himself a waste.
At this moment, there are only two choices. The first is to break through the realm of foundation building and condense the golden elixir. After having the golden elixir, the mana that can be stored will increase dozens of times. Even if you have a little more energy, you can't fill the golden elixir.
"No, although the condensation of my flame realm is about to break through to the golden elixir, it is still a little short. Compared with the realm, the evolution of flame is more difficult." Song Fei's mind was clear, and then shouted: "ten thousand fire Chaozong, give me full operation, orange flame, show."
"Hoo." the burning flame was suddenly absorbed and absorbed by Song Fei. Song Fei sat like an ancient giant beast sleeping but about to wake up. The more terrible momentum was brewing in his body, as if the fierce beast would break the earth and shake the world when it woke up.
Ziming magic fire was burning gently, and the dragon and tiger tripod fell into unprecedented tranquility, as if even time had fallen into stagnation. Only the Yin beads in Song Fei's belly became smaller and smaller, from capsule size to Pearl, from pearl to rice, then to dust, and gradually disappeared.
Song Fei also stopped the intake of Ziming magic fire, and the whole person was as motionless as a stone statue.
With a bang, a small flame came out of the upward palm. The small flame was small, just like a cluster of flames of a candle, burning silently.
However, at this moment, there is no red color on the flame, and all the flames are orange. At the same time, the more terrible pressure suddenly spread with Song Fei as the center.
"Finally, it's successful." Song Fei, who was originally motionless, suddenly opened his eyes. His clothes and robes suddenly swelled with strong Qi. The long black hair behind his shawl danced around under the Qi of mana.
Looking down at the orange flame in the palm of his hand, Song Fei's expression became very soft: "you finally appeared."
For this orange flame, Song Fei has spent every second of his life for the past 20 days. Every second is the pain of life rather than death. At the moment, the pain has passed. Accordingly, the small orange flame is his harvest after going through all kinds of hardships.
"Bang!" the small flame immediately spread on Song Fei like gasoline. Then, Song Fei's body rekindled a raging fire.
"Yes, it feels really good." Song Fei smiled very gratified. "I think I'm very strong now. It's hard to guess how strong I am."
"Hiss ~" there was a shaking voice not far away. Song Fei looked up, looked at the black magic egg trembling gently in the fire not far away, and said with a smile: "are you blessing me? Thank you."
Song Fei walked slowly. With his steps, his body gradually soared into the air and walked slowly towards the magic egg on the purple bright magic fire.
The body floated beside the magic egg. Song Fei stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the black magic egg: "thank you for your congratulations. It seems that you are not occupied by magic like other demons. I feel the purity of your heart. In that case, I wish you a hand and let you hatch today."
As Song Fei's voice fell, Song Fei's eyes became kind and gentle, like looking at a baby in swaddling clothes and touching his right hand on the black magic egg, suddenly lit a fierce orange fire.
"Martial uncle, are you covering up the entrance?" Yizhen said.
"Well, there is a ferocious demon like the devil blood ant in it. We can't let other creatures in to avoid being poisoned by the devil blood ant, so we must hide the hole so that other monks won't find it." the fat monk said positively, but although his language was serious, the greed in his eyes betrayed what he thought.
When I put down the last stone, I felt that the scene in front of me had changed greatly. Originally, I was surrounded by jagged boulders. After the last stone fell, the place suddenly changed and became as bare as an ordinary mountain.
"This is an array? A Taoist means." a young monk said in surprise.
"Nonsense, this is clearly the means of Buddhism," said the fat monk.
"Does Buddhism have an array?"
"You've only learned the Dharma for a few days. The Buddha said yes, that's yes. Your master begged me to teach you. I promised after three days. If you doubt what the Buddha learned, I'll throw you away." the fat monk threatened angrily.
"Amitabha, follow your master's instructions." the little monk folded his hands and said devoutly.
After all this, the fat monk clapped his hands and said happily, "let's go, let's find something to deal with the magic blood ant, and then empty it!"
"Empty?" the little monk blinked.
"Well, empty the demon blood ant so that he won't die." the fat monk added, and then grabbed the little monk's collar and flew into the blue sky. The little monk was dragged by his collar and could only fly passively. Facing the fierce air flow, the little monk was very uncomfortable.
"Martial uncle, I can fly myself." the little monk who was grabbed by his collar struggled and screamed bitterly.
"It's all right. Martial uncle is not tired. You're welcome."
"But. But it's hard for you to hold the disciple by the neck."
"Oh, Buddhist disciples should learn to suffer. You can't stand this training. In the future, how can you develop great perseverance and wisdom and learn from Buddha to help all living beings."
"The disciple has been taught."
In the magic realm, Ziming magic fire has obviously disappeared a little.
Half a month has passed unconsciously.
In the dragon and tiger tripod, Song Fei's eyes were slightly closed and kept sitting upright. His face was like no waves in ancient and modern times. Only from time to time, there was a small purple and white fire line separated from the purple and white magic fire like a sea of fire and drilled into Song Fei's meridians.
For more than half a month, it is unthinkable for most people not to endure life rather than death. However, this great effort has also achieved great gains.
At the moment, Song Fei was like a sitting old monk, motionless, but faintly, a stronger breath overflowed from him, which was three times higher than the previous one.
With a bang, a flame suddenly appeared on Song Fei's head, and then the flame spread rapidly. In the twinkling of an eye, he wrapped his whole body and became a burning fireman.
At this time, the flame color has turned out to be mostly orange. The original red color is now sandwiched in the orange flame, which is very small.
Song Fei felt the flame of his strength with a slight movement in his heart.
A slight sigh is not enough. There is still a certain distance from the complete orange. At the moment, the Yin bead has become the size of a capsule. I must evolve the flame into a complete orange before the Yin bead is consumed.
Although today's strength is three times higher than that at the beginning, Song Fei has a faint hunch that if the flame evolves into orange, the increased strength is definitely not three times as simple.
The heart moved, and suddenly a small safflower as beautiful as blood and the petals as big as wild chrysanthemum shot out of the storage ring.
This little flower is called scorching sun flower.
Under the sun burning flower, the yin-yang cave, and the soul flower in the yin-yang cave.
This bright red flower, like a wild chrysanthemum, is the roasted flower that grew at the entrance of yin and Yang and worth 5000 points. It's worth 5000 points, which is very high value for pills. It's enough to buy a five grade pill, let alone a spiritual root that hasn't been refined into pills. You can imagine how precious the value should be. If you use it to refine a drug, I'm afraid it's worth at least 50000 points.
The soul of heaven and earth is tempered by the aura of heaven and earth. Most of the properties are mild, especially compared with the flame of Ziming magic fire, the flame of heaven and Earth Spirit root is not sure how many times mild.
Because Song Fei always had enough low-level spirit grass to use this sunburn flower, and the medicine was stronger than other spirit grass, Song Fei never had the opportunity to use it. And I don't dare to use it easily. At present, I have only one spirit grass of this level. Good steel is used on the blade, and good heaven and Earth Spirit roots should also be used at critical moments, such as when breaking through the realm.
With the neutralization of Yin beads, Song Fei directly swallowed the sunburn flowers into his stomach. Then, Song Fei felt that his stomach was like swallowing a small sun. The huge heat seemed to burn the whole body.
Sweat suddenly came out of Song Fei's body like raindrops. In the dragon and tiger tripod, a mist formed by sweat was generated in an instant, winding around Song Fei.
Song Fei immediately mobilized the power of Yin bead to the greatest extent, and the cold power immediately wrapped the fiery and terrible energy through the meridians of his body.
"Boom ~" the two energies of yin and Yang suddenly collided violently, and Song Fei immediately felt great pain.
"As I guessed, although the energy of this regiment is extremely huge, it is also very gentle. If it is replaced by Ziming magic fire, I can't control it as long as 1% of the energy of burning sun flower enters the body. This energy is equivalent to 100 times of the energy of Ziming magic fire every time. Good, good." although he is suffering great pain, Song Fei is very happy in his heart.
The sun true fire was running rapidly, and the huge energy began to fill Song Fei's meridians. In the unique way of the sun true fire, it began to change into the mana of the sun true fire, which was absorbed by Song Fei.
There is more and more energy in the air sea. Song Fei clearly feels that his air sea is about to break through. At this moment, more and more energy enters the body. If he is careless, he will break through the air sea, beat himself back to his original shape and make himself a waste.
At this moment, there are only two choices. The first is to break through the realm of foundation building and condense the golden elixir. After having the golden elixir, the mana that can be stored will increase dozens of times. Even if you have a little more energy, you can't fill the golden elixir.
"No, although the condensation of my flame realm is about to break through to the golden elixir, it is still a little short. Compared with the realm, the evolution of flame is more difficult." Song Fei's mind was clear, and then shouted: "ten thousand fire Chaozong, give me full operation, orange flame, show."
"Hoo." the burning flame was suddenly absorbed and absorbed by Song Fei. Song Fei sat like an ancient giant beast sleeping but about to wake up. The more terrible momentum was brewing in his body, as if the fierce beast would break the earth and shake the world when it woke up.
Ziming magic fire was burning gently, and the dragon and tiger tripod fell into unprecedented tranquility, as if even time had fallen into stagnation. Only the Yin beads in Song Fei's belly became smaller and smaller, from capsule size to Pearl, from pearl to rice, then to dust, and gradually disappeared.
Song Fei also stopped the intake of Ziming magic fire, and the whole person was as motionless as a stone statue.
With a bang, a small flame came out of the upward palm. The small flame was small, just like a cluster of flames of a candle, burning silently.
However, at this moment, there is no red color on the flame, and all the flames are orange. At the same time, the more terrible pressure suddenly spread with Song Fei as the center.
"Finally, it's successful." Song Fei, who was originally motionless, suddenly opened his eyes. His clothes and robes suddenly swelled with strong Qi. The long black hair behind his shawl danced around under the Qi of mana.
Looking down at the orange flame in the palm of his hand, Song Fei's expression became very soft: "you finally appeared."
For this orange flame, Song Fei has spent every second of his life for the past 20 days. Every second is the pain of life rather than death. At the moment, the pain has passed. Accordingly, the small orange flame is his harvest after going through all kinds of hardships.
"Bang!" the small flame immediately spread on Song Fei like gasoline. Then, Song Fei's body rekindled a raging fire.
"Yes, it feels really good." Song Fei smiled very gratified. "I think I'm very strong now. It's hard to guess how strong I am."
"Hiss ~" there was a shaking voice not far away. Song Fei looked up, looked at the black magic egg trembling gently in the fire not far away, and said with a smile: "are you blessing me? Thank you."
Song Fei walked slowly. With his steps, his body gradually soared into the air and walked slowly towards the magic egg on the purple bright magic fire.
The body floated beside the magic egg. Song Fei stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the black magic egg: "thank you for your congratulations. It seems that you are not occupied by magic like other demons. I feel the purity of your heart. In that case, I wish you a hand and let you hatch today."
As Song Fei's voice fell, Song Fei's eyes became kind and gentle, like looking at a baby in swaddling clothes and touching his right hand on the black magic egg, suddenly lit a fierce orange fire.
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