Taoist

Even though I have seen it once before, when I saw this scene again, Zhu Yu couldn't help but feel suffocated, and the bone-chilling chill surged up from the bottom of my heart again.

After looking at the area carefully, the great priest came to the valley where the original fire prison of the Scarlet Flame Palace was located.

The original lava there has condensed into black mountain rock, which seems to be no different from other places.

It's just that when standing here, I can still clearly feel the remaining scorching heat, and the temperature under my feet is higher than other places.

The great priest stretched out his hand to touch the rock on the mountain wall, and the warm breath came from his palm.

"Sure enough."

Zhu Yu followed behind the great priest, and when he heard him muttering to himself, he couldn't help but ask, "Senior, what did you find?"

Hearing Zhu Yu's question, the priest turned around, "The fire spirit here is no longer there, and it must have escaped to another place after it was born."

Zhu Yu couldn't help but took a step forward, "But the thing that was originally under the fire prison?"

The great priest twisted his fingers lightly, and the rocks turned into gravel and fell from his fingertips.

In the smell of gunpowder smoke all over the sky, I saw a trace of worry on the face of this old man who had lived for an unknown amount of time.He looked up at the sky which had been restored to its original appearance, "Jiuyang Yanhuo, Jiuyang Yanhuo..."

Zhu Yu was waiting to ask again, but saw that the great priest had already turned into Qingfeng, and suddenly disappeared.

In the huge valley, only Zhu Yu stood in it, all kinds of desolation and despair welling up in his heart.

With a shake of his body, he was already kneeling straight on the ground.No matter what the reason was, when such a thing happened, after the conference was over and the disciples and elders returned to the sect, he, the Palace Master, could bear the blame.

Originally because of Zhu Xiuheng's matter, some people in the palace were dissatisfied with him, this time I'm afraid they will make use of it even more——

Let's not mention what Zhu Yu is thinking now, just say that he left the scene in a hurry, and many people in Chengtian territory have noticed.

Although he had tried his best to conceal his whereabouts, the elders of the various sects who had left his seat still found some clues, and they inevitably speculated.

Many sects gathered here, and everyone hasn't left yet, so what does it mean that you, the Lord of the Scarlet Flame Palace, left first?

It must be that something went wrong in the Red Flame Palace outside.

In these days of fighting, the sexiness between the various sects has also become more and more serious. Seeing that something may happen in the Scarlet Flame Palace at this time, other sects seem to be laughing at it.

The Scarlet Flame Palace has been showing signs of decline over the years, and the performance of the disciples in this conference was not very good. Basically, they lost more than they won, and it seems that their successors are weak.

However, these words were circulated in private, and no one foolishly challenged them publicly.

Everyone also happily watched them pretending to be majestic at this time.

Especially when Zhu Xiuheng scolded those disciples, he felt it was ridiculous.

All Zhu Xiuheng can rely on is Chiyan Palace and his father. If this reliance fails one day, I am afraid that Zhu Xiuheng's good days will come to an end.

"what!!!"

There was a sudden burst of exclamation in the field.

Everyone looked, but there were two elders who lost their sense of proportion during the competition, and one of them fell to the ground and died.

Although quite a few disciples died in the competition before, this was the first time that the elder had an accident.

For a sect, disciples are only a reserve force, in order to ensure that their own sect does not have monk faults in preparation.But an elder has grown up and has full power that can be used.

To put it cruelly, a dozen or so ordinary disciples are not worth as much as a single core elder of the sect.

The sect with the dead elder suddenly went into an uproar.

There was a little confusion in the scene.

Bailu also looked at the scene incomparably solemnly, and the vague uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

What is this conference about?

What exactly do they want to do?

……

Within the capital.

After the big priest came back, he went straight to the imperial city.

Under the dark night, the lights were lit one after another, turning the entire palace into a palace city that never sleeps again.

No one knew what the great priest said, but they heard that on that night, the locked palace gate was knocked again, and the carriages of princes and ministers entered the palace quietly, and then left quietly before dawn.

Zhang San sells breakfast at a stall in the city.

His breakfast shop has been open for decades, and he is quite well-known in the city, and relying on this shop, his family can live a decent life.

It's just that one of the early shops has to get up early, usually at Yin time (about three o'clock at night) to get up and start preparing things. After finishing the morning work, you can go to rest after closing the stall.

That day Zhang San always felt the sound of horseshoes on the road outside, and couldn't fall asleep even after tossing and turning. He was a shallow sleeper, so he simply got up after thinking about it.

When he got dressed and pushed open the door to relieve himself in the bucket next to the door, there was a faint sound of carts and horses on the official road in front, accompanied by the lighting of torches.

Zhang San squinted his eyes to see more clearly, but the speed of the carriage was too fast, it swayed past, the flames disappeared, and the distance was plunged into thick darkness again.

"What are these nobles doing? Hanging out at night." Zhang San unbuttoned his belt and muttered.

He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary, and what he thought about every day was to make money to support the family behind him, so even if he felt that something unusual happened tonight, Zhang San didn't take it to heart.

The sky is falling and there is still a tall man holding it up, no matter what, it has nothing to do with him, a little commoner.

Instead of caring about what's available, it's better to think about whether to add a few new products to your store to be serious.

Humming a ditty tune that doesn't make a tune, after the clattering liberation, I finally felt a little more comfortable.

The cool night wind blew on his face, and Zhang San was finally fully awake.

Guessing that the hour should be about the same, Zhang San wandered into the room unhurriedly, "Damn it, it's time to get up!"

Following his shout, there was a rustling sound in the room, and then an oil lamp was lit.

The woman with her hair half up, pulled her shoes and came out, her face was still full of sleepiness, "Master, why did you get up so early today?"

Zhang San washed his face with cold water, "It's getting late, pack up and start fire."

The woman was just complaining casually, but after hearing this, she also responded, "Keep your voice down, the baby is still sleeping."

"understood."

The voices of the two gradually became quieter, leaving only the crackling sound from the pot and stove.

The night gradually faded, and a slight blue color appeared in the east.

Day is coming.

Just as Zhang San thought, after this day, their life was still going on as usual without any changes.Neighbors also heard the movement last night, and talked about it as if it was to add some fun to life.

The psychological quality of the people in the capital is quite strong.

And in places that ordinary people can't see, in the eyes of these people are the nobles - for example, Wuping Prince's Mansion.

In fact, the old King Wuping has not entered the palace for a long time, after all he has always said that he is not in good health and needs to rest.

But this time he went there himself.

When it was about to dawn, the carriage of Wuping Prince's Mansion returned to the mansion.

"Invite the son over here."

With the first crowing of the rooster, red clouds began to appear in the sky, and the sun rose.

Another sunny day.

No matter how disturbed the outside world is, it will not affect the valley where Lingyuan and the others are now.

Leisurely and quiet.

Worried about letting Yunmo stay there alone, Lingyuan added another bed in the room, so that he could pay attention to Yunmo's situation when he was sleeping at night, so that no accidents would happen.

After all, Jiuyang Yanhuo is also a form of energy. It is now trapped in Yunmo's body. After Yunmo initially fuses it, Jiuyang should be able to wake up.

Ling Yuan can only hope that this step will not take too long, so that Yun Mo can wake up sooner.

That night, Ling Yuan was suddenly awakened by a slightly rapid breathing.

Apart from him, there is only Yun Mo in the room.

Yun Mo woke up? !

This was the first thought that flashed through Ling Yuan's mind, and he hurriedly came to Yun Mo's bedside, "Yun Mo?"

The boy on the bed still had his eyes closed tightly, but his originally peaceful and long breathing became obviously a little short, and the breath he exhaled between his mouth and nose was also a little hot.

Yun Mo hasn't woken up yet.

Ling Yuan reached out and touched Yun Mo's forehead, and felt that the temperature on his body was frighteningly hot, and couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

what happened?It was fine before...

The moonlight outside the window was very bright, so the house was not dark.

Ling Yuan could even clearly see the bright red on Yun Mo's face due to the high heat, and his originally stretched brows were tightly wrinkled together, as if he was fighting against something.

Nine Suns Flame!

Now that Yunmo is in such a situation, it should be that the struggle between him and Jiuyang Yanhuo has reached the most critical moment, as long as he passes this level, he should be able to wake up.

Ling Yuan held Yun Mo's hand, wanting to send him some spiritual power to help him.Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched it, he was grabbed by Yun Mo, and Yun Mo's current body temperature was like a pair of hot iron pincers, making it impossible to break free.

Fortunately, Ling Yuan didn't think about breaking free, so he just let Yun Mo hold his hand like this, and began to try to transmit spiritual power from the place where the palms of the two touched.

At first, he tried to send some, and Lingyuan soon found that Yun Mo's body not only did not reject his spiritual power, but felt a little impatient.

This discovery made Ling Yuan feel relieved at once. It seems that his method is still possible, so he no longer has any doubts, and increases the degree of transmission of spiritual power. As these spiritual powers continuously enter Yunmo's body, Ling Yuan Yuan obviously felt that Yunmo's breathing rate had dropped a bit compared to before, and the temperature on his body seemed to be gradually returning to normal.

But before Lingyuan could heave a sigh of relief, a sudden suction came from the place where the two palms were clasped.

Originally, it was Ling Yuan who took the initiative to lose his spiritual power to Yun Mo, but now Yun Mo started to take the initiative to absorb Ling Yuan's spiritual power.

And Yun Mo's breathing, which had gradually calmed down, became short again.

The author has something to say:

I had a bit of fun with my sisters on May Day, and then I spent a few days of exhausted sage period... (well, in the end, I was just making excuses for my laziness)

I'll lie flat first orz【Hand over the small leather whip】