Comprehension Dragon Soul

Xiaolong's eyes also widened. The strong light that is unacceptable to a monk is not too strong for a real dragon, but even he has not noticed where the ray of Wanhua Hongying has gone.

Not to mention that there is a formation set up by Si Minglang around here, and it will feel it when there is a slight disturbance. The spell that restrains Wanhua Hongying has also been verified from the essence of other types. Ying's range of activities was firmly restricted in Si Minglang's hands.Even if these measures are ineffective, Xiaolong's soul can search a wide range, and with the spiritual fluctuations of a treasure like Wanhua Hongying, it is absolutely impossible not to leave a trace of it around.

But now, that ray of Wanhua Hongying just disappeared.

Xiaolong stared at Si Minglang's fingertips, and shook his head slightly: "Although I lost the sense of that ray of Wanhua Hongying, I always feel that it is around here, not too far away, it's really strange..."

Si Minglang was shocked suddenly, as if a sea of ​​fire flashed before his eyes, and it seemed that he had seen the raging fire all over the beautiful mountain peak of Shuizemen in his previous life when he was dying, and the mana surged in the sea of ​​consciousness, he I only had time to say to Ao Rui: "I seem to know where that thread of Wanhua Hongying has gone." Then he fell into samadhi, and his soul entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Since they left that cave, Si Minglang has always been in samadhi, and he doesn't know if it's because the previous accumulation is enough, or because the changes in the world they have witnessed these days have exceeded the sum of the cave life in the past ten years.

Xiaolong silently stirred the fire in front of him. Although Si Minglang was right in front of him, he could be satisfied with this state before, but now, seeing the people who were chatting and laughing with him suddenly fell into silence, he But it felt a little unbearable.Xiaolong let go of the wooden stick in his hand and looked up at the bright moon above his head. The moon seemed to be connected with him. It happened to be between the full moon and the crescent moon. It seemed to have a perfect outline, but it was always obvious that something was missing. .

Si Minglang didn't know about Xiaolong's mentality change. What he was facing now was a phenomenon that was beyond what he believed to be common sense in the cultivation world. Mana flows, but dare not interfere.

Danhuo, as the name suggests, is originally a kind of spiritual fire conceived from Jindan stage monks. Because of the difference in personal mana and skills, the variety and power of Danhuo also have countless differences.

But Si Minglang, as a cultivator at the pulse condensing stage, not only possessed a reduced but real pill fire because of a heaven and earth vision prepared by someone who did not know, but even his Taoist body was transformed. It has become the level that can accommodate this Danhuo in advance.

He originally thought that these preparations were only enough for him to withstand the pressure of the nameless Black Sea, barely swim to the bottom of the sea, and thus escape from that small world, but now, what Si Minglang saw from his sea of ​​consciousness , almost made him subvert his understanding of the entire time and space.

The nameless pill fire that he used to roast the soul, slightly injured the soul, and made the soul grow a little after the injury recovered, actually took the initiative to absorb the Wanhua Hongying, and spontaneously and that wisp did not know how many years it had been conceived by the volcano. The flame essence fused together.

What did the person who set up this game want to get from him?Even more victorious, Si Minglang was full of doubts in his heart, saying that the results of the past would bear today's fruit, but if it weren't for the plan of the mysterious chess player, they would probably still be staying in that cave, struggling to find a way to escape, but if that The appearance of people is a matter of course, how did he calculate that they will have such a calamity, what kind of situation they will face, and even obtain such a treasure?What kind of karma is there between that mighty man and their destinies?

Will the life and destiny that have been changed by Da Neng's intervention eventually develop according to Da Neng's ideas?

Si Minglang looked back, and he had to admit that if he hadn't had an epiphany at the end and perfected his formation settings, it would have been unknown whether he would have captured a wisp of Wanhua Hongying. Got three?Could the chess player even count on that?

The young monk almost felt a little shivering.

However, Si Minglang quickly came back to his senses and realized that the fusion process of Danhuo and Wanhua Hongying was an excellent demonstration of the fusion of fire magic power. He ignored the slight burning sensation of his soul and moved closer. He eagerly watched the whole process of these two completely different flames gradually approaching and turning into a mass of red light.

As if the red light was breathing, it brightened and darkened three times regularly, and each time it shrank more than once. After the last dimming, it suddenly flashed for a moment, and finally completely converged the scattered light, turning into a small ball. a steady burning flame.Bright yellow rays of light scattered from the sky above the Sea of ​​Consciousness, almost illuminating the entire Sea of ​​Consciousness.The stars above the dome of the Sea of ​​Consciousness all of a sudden seemed to be indistinguishable, completely incomparable with this weak flame.

A little enlightenment suddenly flashed in Si Minglang's mind. In his sea of ​​consciousness, there was finally the sun.

The giant dragon transformed into a soul travels through the clouds in the sky of the Sea of ​​Consciousness. With the illumination of the "sun", the mighty long river passing through the Sea of ​​Consciousness creates invisible water vapor, which gathers into the originally light clouds, and finally forms a cloud like Cotton-like clouds, the clouds floated and gathered in the sky, and finally turned into a rain of spiritual power, and fell from the sky back into the big river.

Si Minglang has never been in contact with the cultivation methods after the Golden Core Stage, which is also a kind of protection for these talented monks, lest they be so ambitious that they can't even form the Golden Core.He didn't know what he was experiencing now, adding new rules of world operation to his sea of ​​consciousness, this was something only a monk in the Void Return Stage could do.

There were already five spiritual power circulations in Si Minglang's body, they could spontaneously absorb spiritual power and run around the sky, now he added another one, the new one in the sea of ​​consciousness, did not significantly increase the spiritual power in his body However, the raindrops that fell from the sea of ​​consciousness had an obvious nourishing effect on the injuries suffered by his soul.Combined with the ray of pill fire he obtained, Si Minglang saw a path of spiritual cultivation that was full of pain but full of attraction.And he was sure that he would never let it go.

When Si Minglang woke up from his trance, it was already late at night on the second day. Xiaolong spent the whole day and night guarding Si Minglang, and at this time he just took a nap.Xiaolong didn't turn into his original form, but still followed his original form, curled up and slept next to Si Minglang, his little face was powdered in sleep, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, making people want to reach out his hand Go flirt.

But thinking about the few clothes that had been destroyed in Xiaolong's hands, Si Minglang controlled his hand, but took out two desserts with particularly attractive scents from the ring, heated them up a little with magic power, and the aroma seemed to suddenly Like an explosion, it violently rushed in front of people, seducing people's appetite.

The tip of Xiaolong's nose trembled, his eyelashes trembled like a feather fan, and then he didn't open his eyes, but followed the smell of food, opened his mouth, and bit.

If it weren't for Si Minglang's quick reaction, I'm afraid there would be two more marks on his fingers.Xiaolong was eating, and then he came back to his senses. His eyes were so bright that it seemed as if the galaxy in the sky had fallen into his eyes. They were so beautiful that people could hardly move their eyes away. Even Si Minglang, who was used to seeing Xiaolong's appearance, couldn't help it. He held his breath for a moment, waiting for Xiaolong's next words.

But after waking up, the subconscious reaction was Xiaolong grabbing the corner of Si Minglang's clothes, and the first thing he said was: "This cake is delicious! Is there any more?"

Si Minglang couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Xiaolong was still extremely cute, but he couldn't restrain his subconscious disappointment after hearing what Xiaolong said.Why did he feel disappointed? He himself couldn't explain why he had such a weird idea, so he had to ignore it for now and focus on Xiaolong's needs.

Xiaolong was close to Si Minglang's shoulders, one of them was in charge of heating the pastry, the other was in charge of eating, and by the way, he shared what he thought was particularly delicious and fed it to the other.

Just at such a rare and tender moment, in the small villages under the mountain where the lights were turned off one after another because of the late night, something strange happened rarely.Although the sneaky person who hid his figure tried hard to ensure that no one else in the village could see her, but he did not expect that a pair of uninvited guests had been left on the hill on the side of the village from the day before. , not only is her cultivation two realms higher than hers, but she has not fallen asleep or practiced at this moment, and just witnessed the scene where she sneaked out of her courtyard.

Xiaolong silently put down his hand holding the pastry, it was the last piece, but it was a pity that he couldn't eat it satisfactorily with the last bite, he always felt a little bit unworthy of it.Si Minglang pinched the pastry and fed it to Xiaolong. He didn't see Xiaolong's blushing face again, and said in a low voice, "When we sell some ingredients, I'll take you to taste the delicacies of this demon world." He thought Xiaolong is reluctant.

The last warmth was also submerged by the night, which covered up the traces they left on the mountain for the past two days. With the help of Xiaolong's observation, they set off a quarter of an hour later than the sneaky person, but it was easy to catch up with her.

I said "she" because Si Minglang and the others had already discovered the true identity of this person. Who was it if it wasn't Mrs. Hu who was standing at the entrance of the village that day, looking very old and almost unable to stand?

Although the old woman was a little stumbled when she moved in the forest, she was by no means as old as she had shown before.Si Minglang and Ao Rui exchanged glances, there must be something wrong here.

The old woman walked forward for about a quarter of an hour before she came to a small open space. She wrapped her hood tightly to cover her description: "I've already taken the poison, she No problem was found, and now my life is yours."

There is only one tree that looks very ordinary in the open space. Facing the old woman’s question, a buzzing and dull voice came from the trunk of the big tree: “Now you just need to report the strange faces passing by in your village on time. As long as there is material production, as for the secrets and rumors you learned when you were on duty in the City Lord's Mansion, no matter how ridiculous it sounds, tell me about it when you report regularly."

Madam Hu's cloak trembled slightly, and she replied softly, "Yes."