Heretic Doctor Zihou

"Hou'er, you have been to Xiqi Mountain before!" Mo Yunhuang's eyes deepened and his tone was affirmative.

"Yeah." Zihou nodded, "Before I met you, I had been to Xiqi Mountain by myself, but it was only confined to the periphery. Before I left, I felt a tremendous energy. It spreads from the inside to the surroundings, the feeling is exactly the same as here!"

"Emperor Yun, what is in it?" Seeing Mo Yunhuang still looks unfathomable, Zihou couldn't help asking.

"You come with me." Mo Yunhuang did not answer directly, but took the hand of Zihou and marched towards the depths of the tomb. Inside this tomb, it was extremely empty, with no decorations around, except for a raised circular platform in the center of the tomb not far away.

I was far away before, and I couldn't see it clearly. I took a closer look. Only then did Zihou discover that a black medicine pot was placed on the round high platform.

This medicine cauldron is not big, three legs stand together, the widest part is no more than a foot in diameter. The dark color, the light hits up, as if it has been absorbed, without any reflection. Looking closer, you can see the quaint lines engraved on it, which are not delicate or even rough.

All in all, this is a ugly medicine tripod.

However, Zihou caught the medicine tripod at the first glance, and the eyes showed amazing colors, and I liked it for no reason.

She looked at the medicine cauldron in amazement, thinking strangely in her heart that if she used this medicine cauldron to refine the pill, she would be able to refine any pill she wanted to refine!

Such thinking is very exaggerated and unrealistic, but Zihou really thinks so!

"This medicine cauldron, called Wanxiang Baoding, is a thing of ancient times."

Just as Zihou looked at the medicine cauldron in front of him and exclaimed in his heart, Mo Yunhuang's low and sweet voice came from his ears.

"What! Antiquity?!" Zihou whispered, turning his face to look at Emperor Mo Yun with an expression of disbelief.

In her cognition, most of the things that have something to do with antiquity are extraordinary. After all, in ancient times, Wu Xuan, alchemy, beast control, and various occupations have all developed to unprecedented levels. At that time, there were countless powerful people, capable men and strangers, ancient magic soldiers, and heaven-defying pills.

However, an ancient war of extinction tens of thousands of years ago eventually led to the rapid degradation of this continent. Those peerless powerhouses who once had great reputations and mastered the universe have mostly fallen, while those divine weapons and strange beasts have mostly been destroyed and destroyed!

But those who are left by luck and have been baptized for thousands of years are peerless treasures!

Although Zihou saw the extraordinary under the ordinary surface of this medicine cauldron, it did not dare to think about the antiquity. When Mo Yunhuang said so, she suddenly became excited.

As an alchemist, no one does not want to get an ancient treasure tripod of their own!

In the same way, as an alchemist, being able to obtain a medicine cauldron left over from ancient times is a lucky thing to be jealous of all alchemists!

She had to admit that she was lucky!

Zihou can't hold back the inner surging, and can't wait to reach out to touch the Wanxiang Baoding that has only existed in the legend!

"There seems to be something in this medicine cauldron!" However, he had not yet touched the quaint lines, but he was violently withdrawn by the cold and hot stimulation.

"Open it and take a look. The things inside are the ultimate goal I brought you here!" Mo Yunhuang motioned to Zihou to open the Vientiane Medicine Cauldron.

Hearing that, Zihou his eyes deepened, and he couldn't help but think of Mo Yunhuang's previous words, and already had some guesses in his heart.

She calmed down for a while, then slowly stretched out her hand, trying to ignore the weird feeling from inside the medicine cauldron, and lifted the lid on the Vientiane Baoding...

As the lid opened, a fiery red light mixed with ice blue colors overflowed. The dazzling light caused Zihou to squint his eyes uncomfortably, and his actions accelerated, completely exposing the interior of Wanxiang Baoding to the field of vision.

Inside the empty Vientiane Treasure Ding, a small cluster of flames was suspended in the void, burning quietly.

The bright red and icy blue fade and grow, one after another, swallowing, transforming, and for a while, each is in camp, and for a while, it is full of water, blending, and that agile posture, like two young naughty children, playing and chasing. However, this calm posture reveals a breath of vicissitudes in every detail.

The faint light reflected on the face of Zihou, and the color on her face flickered.

Astonished, surprised, shocked...

At this moment, all the doubts in her heart were suddenly clear. Without Mo Yunhuang's explanation, she was absolutely sure that the small flame in front of her that could ignite spontaneously must be a kind of sacred fire!

"What kind of flame is this, and why are there two different colors?" After a long period of close observation, Zihou then retracted his gaze, looking at Emperor Mo Yun with expectation.

"Netherworld Evil Fire..." Emperor Mo Yun gently raised his eyebrows like a peerless sword, and spit out low. Then, while he was still puzzled in Zihou, he gave her a rough explanation...

Nether Fire is a natural sacred fire attribute and has the highest status in all flames.

There may be other types of divine fire in this world, but the ghost fire is the most special and rarest existence of all divine fire!

Unlike other divine fires, which are born with incomparable abilities, Netherworld Xiehuo has the name of divine fire, and does not have the ability that divine fire should have. However, Nether Fire has an ability that other flames will never have, and that is swallowing!

It can swallow all the flames, provided that the flame that it swallows is not too strong, otherwise it will be swallowed and transformed into a part of itself!

Therefore, if the Nether Fire devours a certain amount and level of flames, or even Divine Fire, it will become the supreme existence!

However, the Nether Fire cannot take the initiative to devour other flames. It needs to find a host. The so-called host here is usually human. Then sign a soul contract with him. After Nether Fire recognizes the master, unless the master's soul is broken, he can never change his master!

However, if the owner of the Nether Fire falls unfortunately, all the flames and abilities it has swallowed before the Nether Fire will be cleared, return to the original state, and then be buried quietly, and start waiting for the beginning of the next cycle...

But even so, Nether Fire is still the dream of all cultivators. Because if used properly, the flames of the world will surely surrender!

"Netherworld Xiehuo won't easily recognize the Lord, it depends on luck! Do you want to try it?" Mo Yunhuang's voice came into the ears of Zihou at the right time, pulling back her slightly deep thoughts.

"Try, why not try?" Without hesitation, Zihou nodded affirmatively.

"However, Hou'er, before you try, I still want to remind you that once Netherworld Xiehuo recognizes you as the master, it will forge your body. This process...very painful!" Mo Yunhuang sighed softly, Zihou embraced in his arms, stroked the white face of Zihou with pity, and said to Zihou with a solemn expression.

The look on Zihou's face is a bit stiff. Although she had heard Mo Yunhuang's words before, she knew very well Mo Yunhuang, the pain in his mouth was very painful, and it was definitely not something ordinary people could bear. Maybe she would be in the process because she could not survive the fire. The tempering, so as to disappear...

However, she does not regret it.

This opportunity in front of me is rare in a thousand years. She was fortunate enough to get the Nether Fire, this was an opportunity. She understands very well that if she chooses to give up today, she may be able to go a long way with more efforts in the future, but it will take longer and take more tortuous roads!

If she succeeds today, her future cultivation, whether it is alchemy or Xuan Xuan, will be improved rapidly!

"Didn't you say that it depends on luck? Nether and evil fire may not be able to do it, but I still look down on me!" Seeing the distress and pity in Mo Yunhuang's eyes, Zihou pulled his lips and raised a smile. Joked.

Mo Yunhuang watched Zihou deeply and did not speak. Although Zihou he does not know whether he will be selected, he understands that Nether Fire will choose Zihou, this is inevitable!

Under Mo Yunhuang's guidance, Zihou used mental power to control the ghost fire in the Wanxiang Baoding, trying to remove it from the medicine cauldron.

However, Netherworld Xiehuo didn't care about the control of Zihou at all. No matter how hard Zihou worked hard, it seemed to have taken root and didn't move.

As time goes by, a thin layer of sweat has spread on the forehead of Zihou. Even if Zihou is exhausted physically and even mentally, there is still no negative thoughts.

Because she knew that this was the test of Netherworld Xie Huo for her master before it recognized the master.

Even though Zihou is eager to get the Nether Fire sooner, it still knows that haste is not enough. She always used the same mental power to engage in a tug-of-war with Nether Fire.

From thin sweat to fragrant sweat, from ruddy complexion to pale as paper, from expressionless to gritted teeth, the torture experienced by Zihou has almost doubled over time.

There was a tingling sensation in my mind, Zihou even felt that his soul was about to leave the body, and his consciousness was blurred for a while...

However, every time she almost gave up, she gritted her teeth and persisted with perseverance.

However, all things have limits.

Just when Zihou went black and almost collapsed, the ghost fire in the Vientiane Baoding Ding showed signs of movement. It slowly floated out of the Baoding and came to Zihou In front of Zihou, his posture and colors are constantly changing in the field of vision. Then, like a naughty child, began to revolve around Zihou.

The speed of rotation is getting faster and faster. From the first fireball to the later streamer, the air is crackling, seeming to be the sound of breaking through the air!

Zihou stood motionless, but focused on the movement of the evil fire. She didn't know the mind of Nether Fire, but she had to guard against it.

Stab~

With this sound, the ghost fire deviated from the track and flew toward the eyebrows of Zihou...

Zihou only felt a flash of light in front of my eyes and a hot forehead, and then I realized my body started from the head, and then along the limbs, gradually burning...

"Hou'er, get ready, it will begin to recognize the Lord, you must do your best to control it!" Mo Yunhuang's low voice reminded in the ear of Zihou at the right time, let Zihou The flustered sanity instantly became clear.

Zihou did not hesitate, and sat cross-legged on the ground, as Mo Yunhuang said, began to control the evil fire in the body.

However, as soon as the Nether Fire entered the body of Zihou, it was like a fish entering a river, swimming freely. Along the meridians of Zihou, the Nether Fire burns all the way. The red Nether Fire will burn the meridians and surrounding flesh to ashes, and then the blue Nether Fire will heal it again...

Such a process seems easy to say, but only when you have personally experienced Zihou can you fully understand what life is better than death!

Netherworld Xie Huo is a divine fire. Although she does not currently possess the power of divine fire, the power of the divine fire is there. How can she endure such an overbearing invasion by a body with only the strength of the purple profound?

"Ah!" Zihou roared to the sky, and the sudden pain caused her pupils to shrink and almost collapse!

Mo Yunhuang next to him fell motionless on Zihou, his slender sword brows furrowed fiercely, and his face was always cold, full of distress and pity at the moment.

The purple streamer's eyes were filled with painful emotions. The hand on his side was closed into a fist, then released, and so on...

He knows what Zihou is going to endure at this time, but he has always turned his hands for the clouds and hands for the rain. At this time, there is nothing but helplessness. Because he deeply understands this process, he can't intervene at all, no one can intervene, otherwise it will only make Zihou disappear!

He stared at the painful and tangled face of Zihou and vowed in his heart that after this time, in this life, he would never let her suffer any more suffering!