Wow!
The flames in the sky began to merge quickly.
In the end, a cluster of flames the size of rice grains appeared at Deng Jiuling's fingertips.
Although this flame is small, it is even smaller than it was at the beginning.
But Deng Jiuling knew very well that the power of this cluster of flames was more than ten times stronger than at the beginning.
"This cluster of ghostly cold fire, if I suddenly sacrificed it, I could easily kill any 9th Grade Grandmaster!"
Deng Jiuling's eyes lit up and he was a little excited.
With Deng Jiuling's current martial arts, it is naturally very simple to destroy a nine-tier master.
However, Deng Jiuling still needs to pay some price in a decisive battle with those top nine-tier masters.
And if it was similar to the Mo family last time and was surrounded and suppressed by a large number of masters, it would be difficult for Deng Jiuling to escape.
but…
The existence of this cluster of ghostly cold fire is like a life-saving talisman.
Let Deng Jiuling have more, a life-saving hole card!
No matter how powerful the martial arts master, as long as he is contaminated with the ghostly cold fire, it will become a tragedy!
Even a martial artist with three steps, Deng Jiuling dared to use this netherworld to make the other party pay an unforgettable price.
It's just that Deng Jiuling is still a little dissatisfied.
"Although Netherworld Cold Fire is powerful, it is a one-time consumable, which is really a shame."
Deng Jiuling shook his head slightly, a little unhappy.
In the past, during the Mohist battle, Deng Jiuling once sacrificed the evil spirit thunder, which overwhelmed many of the top masters of the Mohist school.
But Yin Shalei is a one-time use, and it is gone after use.
This time, Deng Jiuling got a cold fire.
Compared with Yin Shalei, it is much more powerful.
But it is a pity that Netherworld is cold and fire, and it is very precious to use a little less.
"It's no wonder that evil force will continuously collect Nether and Cold Fire within a hundred years."
"It turns out that this kind of peculiar flame must be detonated within a short period of time once it is successfully collected."
"Furthermore, after the detonation, the Nether Cold Fire is gone, and it must be collected again."
Deng Jiuling frowned, a little dumbfounded.
At this moment, Deng Jiuling finally understood why so much coldness and coldness would make him cheaper in the end.
Because of Nether Cold Fire, once the collection is condensed into flames, it must explode in a very short time!
However, this bug is not a problem for Deng Jiuling!
Because Deng Jiuling has life and death, he can store the netherworld in it!
but!
When Deng Jiuling was depressed, this cluster of flames with large rice grains suddenly pierced Deng Jiuling's thumb.
In an instant, a drop of red blood followed the thumb and merged with the cold fire of the netherworld.
At the same time, Deng Jiuling felt cold and hot with Nether, establishing a special connection in his eyes.
"This nether and cold fire, the spirit was born?"
Deng Jiuling's eyes widened, somewhat inconceivable.
Spirit is a very special concept in martial arts training.
For example, if a weapon is born with a zero spirit, it can be called a sword spirit!
The same craftsman makes two identical swords.
The sword containing the sword spirit will eventually grow into a famous sword!
Even if the sword is broken, as long as the sword spirit is still there, the sword is already there!
The flame spirit is more special than the sword spirit.
For example, Deng Jiuling's cold fire, even if it runs out.
As long as the flame spirit does not die, after a long period of recovery, Nether Cold Fire will still recover.
Although this recovery interval is actually very long, it can take several days or even months.
But it was relatively cold and cold, and it was gone after using it, and naturally it was a lot of joy.
Moreover, with the passage of time, as long as Deng Jiuling swallowed more peculiar flames.
Then, the flame spirit can continue to grow.
Legend has it that among the ten hells of the underworld, on the eighteenth floor of the hell, there is a flame spirit.
No matter how the power of the underworld changes and changes, the flame spirit still exists!
Even in the legend, the flame spirit grows to a certain extent, and can even embark on self-cultivation.
Zhu Rong, the legendary god of fire, is said to be a spirit of flame. With countless years, the spirit of wisdom was born and finally transformed into a human form.
"My flame spirit, although I am only a newborn, and my power is still very weak, but I am also my brother."
Looking at the beating flames at his fingertips, Deng Jiuling said with a smile: "From today on, you and I are not masters and servants, but brothers, so you can call Xiaohuo."
Hum!
As the voice fell, flames flew up and revolved around Deng Jiuling.
Even the flames turned into a baby's smiling face, which seemed very happy.
The most peculiar thing about the Flame Spirit is its attributes, which have nothing to do with the flame it masters.
In other words, with the flame spirit, Deng Jiuling can increase the power of any flame in the world!
"I don't know if the Jiuyou Fire of the Miaojiang Che Clan can be mastered by Xiaohuo." Deng Jiuling suddenly looked forward to it.
The Fire of the Nine Nethers is the flame of the Che Clan from generation to generation, and it has the power to destroy the world.
Fortunately, the Che Clan was not successfully studied yet, and Emperor Yongzheng sent Nian Gengyao's army to destroy the Che Clan.
After a lapse of several hundred years, the car clan revived, and the younger generations were active everywhere, trying to rekindle the fire of Jiuyou.
However, under the encirclement and suppression of strong men such as Xu Canghai, Huo Lei, Wei Lan, and Deng Jiuling, the Che Clan lurked again.
But now that troubled times are coming, Deng Jiuling has a feeling that if the car clan is not destroyed, something big will happen sooner or later in the future.
"I have destroyed the Che Clan conspiracy many times, and it can be said that it has become a problem with the Che Clan, and I will never die."
"However, if Xiaohuo grows strong enough, then the car tribe's hundreds of years of hard work will probably make me a wedding dress."
After thinking about the scene in which the young master of the car clan urged the fire of Jiuyou, he was snatched away by himself.
The more I thought about it, the more Deng Jiuling wanted to laugh.
But all this is just Deng Jiuling's YY, which is not realistic.
After all, if the flame spirit wants to grow, it must swallow enough strange flames.
The strange flame is very difficult to find.
This road is too long to be rushed!
…
When Deng Jiuling treated Lu Da, and took out the cold fire of Netherworld.
In a certain area of Dalin Temple, a misty mountain top.
A towering strong man suddenly opened his eyes from the retreat.
boom!
The strong slapped it with a palm of the void, and the earth instantly cracked like a cobweb, turning into flying at any time.
A faint flame appeared in the palm of the strong man's hand.
"Unreasonably, the flames accumulated for many years in this seat were actually stolen?"
angry!
In an instant, on the face of the strong man, a terrible anger appeared.
however!
The next moment, the strong man was shocked, and the fierce energy in his eyes became more and more intense.
"A hundred years of accumulation is gone?"
presumptuous!
boom!
The flame fell in the hands of the strong, and the hall instantly collapsed, turning into a piece of profound ice.
"Bing, investigate the matter immediately, and if there is no result within three days, come and see you with your head!"
Roar!
The strong roared, a secret word was poured into a talisman, and then he threw it out of the palace.
At the gate of the palace, a disciple immediately picked up the talisman seal, and went all the way down the mountain to the distance.
About half an hour later, this disciple was already in the Seventh Mountain.
This disciple is very low-key, wearing ordinary handyman clothes, not at all noticeable.
But his light work was very brilliant, and after only a few, he stepped into the medicine refining hall.
Those familiar with the road came to a gate to the palace.
This disciple pressed Fu Zhuan in an inconspicuous corner, and then blew Yu Xiao.
Soon, a disciple came in a hurry, picked up the seal, and left.
During the whole process, neither of the two disciples saw each other nor said a word.
Hiding behind a large rock, seeing the Fu Zhuan being taken away, the disciple turned into an afterimage and drifted away.
That day, in the refining hall, the name of the disciple did not appear on the roster of foreign visitors.
Even how the disciple stepped into the forbidden area of the Medicine Refining Hall was unknown.
Soon, a talisman seal appeared in the hands of an elder wearing white clothes with cold eyes.
"Bing, investigate the matter immediately, and if there is no result within three days, come and see you with your head!"
Crushing the talisman seal, the roar of the strong, instantly echoed in the ears of the white-clothed elder.
"The master is so angry, it seems that something happened to the holy fire."
The elder in white furrowed his brows and his face was stubborn.
"Come here, immediately investigate what big incident happened in the Seventy-two Mountain of Dalin Temple within these two days!"
The white elder roared.
The sound is like thunder, shocking Jiuxiao!
When the words fell, the disciples in the medicine refining hall spread out like a tide and headed to the Seventy-two Mountains.
Because of the particularity and independence of the medicine refining hall.
So the medicine refining hall is in the middle of the seventy-two halls.
It is a neutral entrance and participates in killing.
The healing medicines in the medicine refining hall are also very popular, selling at 72 halls.
Even the handymen in the Seventy-two Mountain will take cheap versions of healing medicine.
Against this background, the lord of the Seventy-two Mountain gave the white-clothed elders a lot of face.
When sunset, within two days.
Even in the past few days, the Seventy-two Mountains, large and small incidents have occurred.
It's all here, in front of the elders in white clothes.
"A bunch of rubbish, let you collect big events, you have collected hundreds of thousands of records, what do you think of it?"
Looking at the table, there are mountains of questionnaires piled up.
The elder in white was furious.
"My lord, there have been many major incidents recently, but the biggest incident is the change of ownership of the Seventh Mountain."
The disciple said with a trembling voice cautiously.
"You mean Wang Lun was killed by someone?"
Hearing this, the white-clothed elder frowned, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.
The elders in white naturally remember Wang Lun, a handsome and elegant scholar.
Twenty years ago, when Wang Lun was still a handsome guy.
Not long after he joined the sect, he was appreciated by the elders in white clothes.
Even on a dark and windy night.
Taking advantage of Jiu Xing, the white elder forcibly overthrew Wang Lun...
That night was very beautiful.
Even today, when I think about it, the white elder still has a smile on his eyes.
just!
In the eyes of the elders in white, Wang Lun was just a plaything, nothing more.
The elder in white is the "master" person.
They are lurking in the Dalin Temple, carrying a secret mission...