Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Madam Hua staggered back, her back pressed against the cold stone pillar of the star dial, and the spot between her eyebrows where Fang Qingyuan's fingertip had touched burned like charcoal.

The moonlight poured down, outlining her slender and graceful figure. Her waist was faintly visible under her plain silk skirt, like a willow carved from jade, but the slightly undulating lines of her shoulders and neck were like a taut bowstring, with a dangerous tension lurking in her warmth.

The images surging in her mind became clearer and clearer: nine huge bronze tripods were floating in the sea of ​​fire, the flame between the eyebrows of the monk tied at the end of the chain had the same origin as her birthmark, and the inscriptions on the tripod body were perfectly matched with the array pattern of the Deceptive Fire Realm!

"My lord, I..." Madam Hua's voice was hoarse, and the birthmark on her forehead became increasingly hot, as if a flame was burning in her blood.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and spoke slowly:

"My Lord, I have known since I was young that I am different. This birthmark is not natural, but the mark of a great fire."

She raised her hand and gently touched the flame mark between her eyebrows with her fingertips, and a trace of pain and confusion flashed in her eyes.

“I was born in a small village in the northern wilderness, which is shrouded in fog all year round and the villagers live in isolation from the world.

Until I was seven years old, a sudden fire engulfed the entire village.

Flames burst out from the ground, as if they had life, chasing after every villager who tried to escape.

Mrs. Hua's voice was low, as if she had returned to that nightmarish night.

"I watched my parents being engulfed by flames, but I was chosen by the flames. It didn't hurt me, but left this mark on my forehead. Since then, I can feel the call of the flames, as if something is calling me."

Listening to Mrs. Hua's story, Fang Qingyuan finally understood how she had crawled out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses - the fire had attracted a fight among monks, and she had been tossed around by various forces like an object, and she had been tenacious and refused to die until she was rescued from the cage by her ex-husband.

Unfortunately, that person was unlucky and eventually died in a fight in the secret realm.

After hearing this, Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly, and gently stroked Mrs. Hua's eyebrows with his fingertips, feeling the burning temperature.

His spiritual sense penetrated deep into Mrs. Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to find the source of the fire.

"This flame is not an ordinary spiritual fire." Fang Qingyuan said in a low voice. His spiritual sense wandered in Mrs. Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, and he felt that the power of the flame was both ancient and violent, as if it contained some indescribable will.

After a moment, Fang Qingyuan frowned, feeling slightly moved.

"This flame... seems to be related to the origin of the Fire Realm."

Fang Qingyuan muttered to himself, then withdrew his consciousness and looked at Madam Hua with a serious gaze.

The flame mark on Madam Hua's forehead was still burning, and her face was a little pale. It was obvious that the spiritual exploration just now had put her under considerable pressure.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm her inner turmoil, and asked in a low voice: "Master, what exactly is this flame?"

Fang Qingyuan was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "If I am not mistaken, this flame has the same origin as the 'Fire Seed' in the Fire World. And the mark on your forehead is probably part of the Fire Seed."

"Fire?" A trace of doubt flashed in Mrs. Hua's eyes, "What is that?"

Fang Qingyuan explained: "Based on the information I have acquired over the past few days, I can infer that this fire is the core power of the Fire World. It can corrode the souls of cultivators and transform them into carriers of fire.

The mark between your eyebrows seems to be the mark left by the fire in your body. Perhaps you have some special connection with the world of fire."

Mrs. Hua turned even paler when she heard this. She recalled the fire in her childhood and the unusual movement of the mark on her forehead over the years, and a chill ran down her spine.

"My Lord, will I... eventually be eroded by the fire?"

Fang Qingyuan shook his head and consoled him, "Don't worry too much. Although the flame in your body is of the same origin as the fire, it has not eroded your mind.

On the contrary, it seems to merge with you and become a part of you. Perhaps this is why you can sense the call of the Fire Realm."

"The fire is the lifeblood of the Fire Realm, and should be suppressed under the Nine Cauldrons."

Fang Qingyuan retracted his consciousness, and his wide sleeves moved without wind. "Now that the seal has loosened, the fire has transformed into thousands of heart flames, corroding the souls of the cultivators and turning them into slaves of the cauldron - and the one between your eyebrows is actually the original fire that has not been polluted."

Madam Hua's back suddenly straightened, her nails digging deep into her palms: "My Lord, are you saying that I have become a fire container?"

Her tone was cold as ice, and only a slight tremor at the end of her voice gave away her feelings.

"It's the key."

Fang Qingyuan put his fingers together to form a silver flame, and drew the Taixuqing pattern on her forehead. "The fire has always been cruel in choosing its host. The fact that you can remain clear-headed means that it chose to coexist with you instead of devouring you."

When the clear light sank into her forehead, red-gold flames rose from Mrs. Hua's body, and it seemed as if lava was flowing in her eyes.

She suddenly chuckled, flames dancing between her eyelashes: "So this curse should be an opportunity?"

"It's cause and effect."

Fang Qingyuan waved his sleeves to dispel the burning aura, "Since you have inherited the spirit of the fire, you should end the reincarnation of the Fire World - open the teleportation formation in ten days, and then the truth will be revealed."

Madam Hua straightened her clothes and bowed solemnly, with the fire pattern on her forehead glowing brightly: "I am willing to lead the way."

The night wind blew up her drooping hair, and a few sparks flickered, just like the little girl who walked out of the ashes that year, holding an eternal fire.

Ten days later, deep in the Qiyun, in the nameless flame magma rift, hundreds of monks in different clothing were waiting solemnly.

Red magma rushed through the rift like blood, and the hot air waves twisted the air into ripples.

In the center of the rift, a teleportation array a hundred feet wide was suspended above the lava. The array pattern was cast from black iron, and liquid fire essence flowed in every gully. The dark red lines flickered like blood vessels with the rhythm of the magma.

Thousands of high-quality spirit stones were embedded in the nodes of the magic circle, and thirty top-quality fire-attributed spirit stones guarded the center of the formation. The steaming spiritual energy and the earth fire blended into a blue-purple vortex, dyeing half of the sky into an eerie colored glaze.

Fang Qingyuan stood in front of the teleportation array, his eyes sweeping over the assembled people.

The monk of Wanbao Pavilion was wearing a robe with a golden cloud pattern and a delicate treasure box hanging from his waist. The light from the treasure box dimmed the lava under his feet by three points.

The disciples of Guanghui Pavilion wear black iron abacus as pendants. The sound of the pearls colliding matches the rhythm of the formation. Every step they take carves a golden hexagram in the air.

The Tian family formation master held a bronze compass in his hand, and the tracks of the stars were embroidered on the hem of his clothes. Behind him were twelve body-refining monks with muscular bodies and star map tattoos on their skin. Their breathing actually caused the earth veins to vibrate.

The people of the Baishan Beast Taming Sect on the periphery stood there controlling their beasts. More than a dozen red-flame bear beasts crouched on the ground, making muffled sounds like boiling magma in their throats. Occasionally, they raised their claws to slap the ground, and the sparks that flew up condensed into beast-shaped phantoms in the air.

Situ Jingyu was wearing a red soft armor and stroking the new fire dragon whip at his waist.

This whip is a fourth-level low-grade magic weapon, made from the spine of a Yuanying realm fire dragon. The whip is covered with red-gold scales, and the tip of the whip is shaped like a dragon's head. There is a Burning Sky Pearl in the open mouth, and a slight swing will cause waves of flames to surge - it is the killing weapon that Fang Qingyuan found specially for her from the secret library of the Qiyun Sect.

Although Situ Jingyu has made great progress in body training and has a strong ability to withstand attacks, the Beast Taming Sect is not good at refining magic weapons. What Situ Jingyu is using now is still a makeshift third-level magic weapon, which is good at defense but not enough at offense.

This Fire Dragon Whip can make up for Situ Jingyu's shortcomings, and all it cost was a favor from Fang Qingyuan.

Feeling Situ Jingyu's genuine love for this thing, Fang Qingyuan curled the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at the others.

Three white-haired Nascent Soul cultivators were seen standing at the center triangle of the formation. The withered old man at the Tianshu position was holding a sundial staff, with fragments of time flowing between the folds.

The beautiful woman in the Tianxuan position was wearing a thousand-machine yarn, with three thousand silk threads strung with jade beads that sealed the magical powers, each of which reflected a different Taoist shadow;

The hunchbacked old woman in the Tianji position was leaning on a dragon-bone crutch, and the mirage pearl inlaid on the tip of the crutch was emitting phantom mist.

The lifespan of these three people is coming to an end, but they are the mainstay of this journey.

Seeing Fang Qingyuan's gaze sweeping over, the withered old man slightly raised his eyelids, and Fang Qingyuan's heart suddenly shuddered, "Elder Yin, please guard the core of the formation."

"Okay, okay. My old bones can still hold out for a while."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The hoarse voice rang in Fang Qingyuan's ears, like an hourglass that was about to run out.

Fang Qingyuan glanced at him with a smile, feeling a little sad in his heart. A cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm was willing to risk his last bones for the younger generation.

Next, Fang Qingyuan greeted the other two Nascent Soul cultivators one by one, and when his eyes fell on the two geniuses of the Chu family, ripples suddenly appeared on the green jade floor tiles.

"Elder Yin, the formation pattern is fluctuating abnormally."

The cultivator from the Tian family who was in charge of the formation suddenly spoke, and the compass in his hand emitted a blinding red light.

At this time, the beautiful woman in Tianxuan position raised her finger, and the three jade beads on the Qianji Silk exploded at the same time, turning into streams of light to repair the formation.

Elder Yin's brows moved slightly when he heard this, and three tortoise shells quietly slipped from his sleeves, forming the image of "Li Huo Shi Ke" in the air.

"Southwest Kun position, inject 30% of your spiritual power after three breaths."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xiyin suddenly took half a step forward, and the ancient seal on his waist rose into the air, firmly pressing down the center of the formation at the moment when the formation was about to collapse.

Tadpole-shaped golden inscriptions appeared on the surface of the ancient bronze seal, perfectly matching the fire patterns of the teleportation array.

Elder Yin’s pupils shrank slightly - this was clearly the lost "Zhurong Zhenyue Seal"!

When the Southern Frontier Fentian Sect was destroyed, this seal sank into the lava sea along with the last valley master. How could it appear in the hands of the younger generation of the Chu family?

At this moment, Elder Yin for some reason recalled the old days. It seemed that at that time, it was Chu Zhen who led the Qiyun monks to destroy this sect.

"As expected of the Qiyun Chu family, a magic weapon at hand is a fourth-level mid-grade one. But does this young Jindan know how to use such a treasure? Or is it that his destiny is very compatible with this magic weapon?"

Elder Yin's mind flashed with lightning. He had no time to think about it or explain to Fang Qingyuan. He immediately pointed his fingertips at the "Xun" position of the tortoise shell hexagram.

"Get into formation!"

Suddenly, purple flames rose from the teleportation array, engulfing everyone. At that moment, Chu Xijing's seven-story exquisite tower suddenly unfolded. The thirty-six wind chimes hanging from the eaves of the tower rang together, and a red-gold barrier with a radius of ten feet was opened in the void passage.

"Confusing heart fire appears, clear mind and guard the essence!"

"Be careful of the fire in your heart! Don't be stingy with all kinds of elixirs to calm your mind and soothe your nerves."

Another Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly shouted loudly, and in the surging void outside the barrier, countless translucent blue flames attached themselves to it like living things.

The fire dragon whip on Situ Jingyu's waist automatically protected its master, but the tip of the whip strangely ignited a flame of the same color.

Chu Xiyin suddenly bit his fingertips and drew a blood symbol on the ancient seal: "May the heavenly officials bless you, and you will not be tainted by filth!"

The blood talisman transformed into a golden and red phoenix, which devoured all the phantom fire that tried to penetrate the barrier.

Situ Jingyu, who was standing close by, noticed that on the skin exposed from his sleeves, there were faint patterns similar to the inscriptions on an ancient seal.

The rest of the Jindan cultivators also displayed their magical powers and protected the foundation-building cultivators one after another. For a moment, various protective shields were opened in unison. At the outermost area, the teleportation array was still continuing to exert its power. The endless power of traveling through time and space made everyone extremely uncomfortable.

I don’t know how long I waited, but suddenly there was light ahead.

"After landing, the three teams will form a corner formation. The two members of the Chu family will follow me."

Before Elder Yin finished his order, the void suddenly shook violently.

A foundation-building disciple behind a Jindan cultivator suddenly screamed, his pupils turned completely dark blue, and the magic sword in his hand turned around and stabbed at his fellow disciple!

"It's the fire poison attacking the heart!"

Not only this person, but all the foundation-building cultivators who had weak spiritual cultivation and insufficient willpower were also affected at the same time. A preliminary count showed that there were more than ten or twenty of them.

"Fellow Taoist Wen."

As Elder Yin spoke, the beautiful woman in the Thousand Machine Veil untied the jade string in her hand, pulled out one of the jade beads and threw it out.

Suddenly, an illusory bamboo slip slowly unfolded.

The moment the bamboo slips were unfolded, countless cinnabar runes poured down like a rainstorm, actually sucking all the dark blue flames within a hundred feet radius into the slips.

The five characters of "Yu Zhang An Shen Pu" appeared on the surface of the bamboo slips. Every stroke looked like a jumping flame, and the cracks on the slips spread wildly as the suction force intensified.

When everyone finally set foot on the charred land of the Fire Realm, the sound of continuous bells suddenly came from the distance.

Situ Jingyu's fire dragon whip suddenly stretched straight and pointed to the east, with the scales on the whip standing upright, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"That is."

Everyone narrowed their eyes and saw nine giant bronze tripods suspended in the air under the red sky. At the end of the chains wrapped around the tripods were hundreds of monks with blue fire burning between their brows!

The tortoise shell in Elder Yin's sleeve suddenly burned up by itself. A thought came to his mind and condensed into eight bloody words:

Mars guarding the heart is a very bad omen.