Chapter 135

The flames in the valley are burning. Even standing on the top of the mountain, the terrible temperature has a thrill that goes straight to the soul.

Li Ruiyi stepped back a few steps, pointed directly at the fire at the foot of the mountain and said with a smile: "younger martial brother, watch it. I'll let you see if the boy will hurt."

"Thank you, senior brother." Yu Liang smiled and stood aside. He glanced at Song Fei floating behind them, as if a cat was looking at a struggling mouse with joking eyes.

Li Ruiyi's right hand points to the direction of the fire pool. The God rope binds Song Fei and flies directly to the top of the fire pool. Then Song Fei's body can just move. The empty God rope suddenly beats Song Fei's bloody back like a whip.

As soon as Song Fei's mana began to work, he immediately fell to the black flame pool below.

Hellfire doesn't know where it comes from, and there is no medium for it to burn. Strangely, this huge black flame is burning all year round in the valley. Only with the help of some props containing flame, such as the flame gourd in Song Fei's hand, can it be reduced after some flame is installed.

In the process of falling, the heat from the regional black inflammation made song feizhen twitch.

Seeing that Song Fei began to twitch, Li Ruiyi above the valley laughed: "younger martial brother, look, you're going to struggle. You'll wail later."

Facing death, Song Fei's mind was surprisingly calm and thought about the Countermeasures of survival.

Invincible talisman? No, it's too expensive to exchange points.

get out? no way. It's not easy to escape from those two villains. As soon as you go out, you may fall into the hands of those two people again.

Yin bead? By the way, Yin Zhu.

Song Fei swallowed the storage ring and still kept in touch with him.

The fire of hell's black fire went straight into Song Fei's body and drilled into all his pores. Song Fei immediately felt that more painful burning came from the inside than when cultivating the sun's true fire. The whole body was ignited and burned by hell's black fire in an instant.

Song Fei finally realized the pain of the real flame burning, and the black inflammation of hell not only burned the body, but also ignited the human soul.

The pain Song Fei felt was ten times more painful than when he practiced the sun's true fire. And the danger rises a hundred times. In another second or two, I'm afraid it will be directly burned into nothingness.

The Yin bead was quickly taken out by Song Fei and directly appeared in Song Fei's stomach. In a flash, a cold breath was transmitted. Through Song Fei's body, it slowly resisted the hell black inflammation entering Song Fei's body.

"Pa!" Song Fei's body went straight into the fire and disappeared in the black fire of hell.

In the valley, Li Ruiyi shook his head: "it's boring. The boy didn't even struggle to die. He knew to cut his head alive and see if he would hum it."

Hearing this, Yu Liang said with a smile, "the boy's gang doesn't know if there are still people alive. If so, younger martial brother, I'll catch some of them and let elder martial brother relieve his boredom."

"It's so good." Li Ruiyi nodded. "It's not early. I'll go back and recover my life."

They turned into streamers and rushed to the sky in an instant.

In hell's darkness, Song Fei sits cross legged. From time to time, hell's darkness enters his body along his pores. Song Fei uses the magic power of Yin beads to slightly stimulate Yin beads, so that the power of the whole Yin beads can be fully released, constantly fighting the terrible darkness entering his body.

At the same time, Song Fei's heart moved. The dark inflammation of hell contains more solar power than ordinary male spirits. At the moment, there are Yin beads to protect his body. Why not try the cultivation of the sun's true fire.

With a movement in his heart, Song Fei immediately ran the ten thousand fire Chaozong on the first layer of the sun real fire, and first absorbed a trace of flame into the air sea.

Hell's black fire entered the sea of air. In an instant, it was like cold water dripping into the oil of fire. It became violent. Song Fei felt that the sea of air was broken in an instant.

In an emergency, Song Fei immediately drove the cold of Yin beads in his body into the air sea at the same time to neutralize the black inflammation of hell.

Song Fei was overjoyed. With the power of Yin bead and Yin cold, the burning pain was relieved a lot in an instant. Although the pain is still there, which is more terrible than the pain of knife cutting, for Song Fei, such pain is already in a completely acceptable range.

The determined nerve endured inhuman torture. Song Fei sat in the burning black flame, constantly absorbing the power of hell's black inflammation and transforming it into the sun's true fire in his body.

Song Fei didn't find that in order to have enough Yin cold power to resist hell's black inflammation, he stimulated Yin beads with mana to release the power of Yin beads more strongly, but Yin beads slowly decreased when it was difficult to be found by the naked eye. The rate of reduction is so slow that it can't be detected with the naked eye even in a day.

After Jun wanshuang came out of the Yang cave, it turned into a red streamer and flew out without stopping. Along the way, he met some people familiar with Jun wanshuang from time to time. When he saw the beautiful face and devil like figure, he couldn't help looking at it.

The saints of the black fire sect did not wear veils and passed out like the wind.

A towering mountain range, pavilions and pavilions in the mountain, ancient trees and old vines, spring grass and clouds in the mountains constitute a picture of immortals detached from the world.

Jun wanshuang fell to a small mountain like a meteor with a flying sword.

The landing place is the lawn next to the stream. There are three old locust trees with luxuriant branches and leaves on the lawn. Under the locust tree, an ordinary cabin is built. Everything looks simple and natural.

Just after landing, Jun wanshuang couldn't wait to go to this seemingly ordinary cabin. The people in the house seemed to hear the movement and immediately opened the door. At the door, there appeared a girl wearing a white butterfly black dress. The girl seemed to be 16 or 17 years old, with a pure face and not deep into the world.

Seeing Jun wanshuang's return, the girl was first happy, then stunned, and then her face changed slightly: "saint, your veil."

Jun wanshuang smiled and looked calm: "I took off my veil."

"Take it off?" the girl suddenly realized something, and her face suddenly became very ugly. She couldn't help saying, "where's the gang leader?"

"The guild leader? Hehe, let him do what he wants." Jun wanshuang smiled innocently, and then said, "is my mother okay?"

At the mention of Jun wanshuang's mother, there was a trace of sadness on the girl's face, "well, madam, it's OK, but the breath is getting weaker and weaker. I'm really worried." the girl said with a trace of tears in her words.

Jun wanshuang came forward, touched the girl's head, smiled and said, "these years, it's difficult for you. You don't have to work so hard in the future."

After saying that, Jun wanshuang directly crossed the girl and walked into the cabin.

"What?" the girl was so anxious that she almost cried and said after Jun wanshuang: "saint, Xiaoya has always served the old lady well. You can't drive me away."

"Little girl, when did I say I drove you away?" Jun wanshuang smiled and looked at the girl who was about to cry, but deliberately didn't explain.

The decoration of the house is very simple. The wooden table, wooden chair and wooden bed are just filled with a strong smell of medicine, and a haggard comatose woman on the wooden bed breaks the harmony here.

The lady's face was withered and yellow as if she had lost nutrition. She was lying in bed in broad clothes with black and white stripes.

Jun wanshuang sat in front of the bed and made a silent gesture to the girl. Later, he took the woman's right hand with both hands and stroked it gently.

After a while, Jun wanshuang's slightly excited heart calmed down slightly and whispered, "Mom, I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that this day will come so soon."

After Jun wanshuang finished, he took out the soul flower from the storage ring. The soul flower is as crystal as a head, emitting a Soul-catching breath.

Xiaoya on one side suddenly covered her mouth with her hand in surprise, and the whole person trembled.

"Saint, is this?" Xiaoya whispered.

"Shh!" Jun wanshuang smiled. Then he put the soul flower slowly on the woman's forehead on the bed. The soul flower near the forehead slowly filled with a milky fog like a cloud, floating on the woman's face from time to time.

Immediately, Jun wanshuang held the whole soul flower, made a little effort, and pressed it hard towards the lady's forehead.

As Jun wanshuang pressed hard, the soul flower seemed to melt into the woman's forehead, and immediately turned into fog. The whole child melted into the woman's forehead.

After all this, Jun wanshuang and Xiaoya looked at the old woman's face nervously until the old woman's eyelashes touched a few times. They immediately seemed to see the most wonderful thing in the world. Their originally tight face rippled like ripples on the lake and turned into an extremely happy smile.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted outside the door: "is the saint here? The sect leader specially invited the saint to meet in the fire hall."

"Saint, I'll help you see him." Xiaoya whispered, and then said nervously, "I'll help you see you. Do you know..."

Jun wanshuang touched Xiaoya's head, shook her head and said with a smile, "those who should come should always come. I won't be afraid. What are you worried about?"

Immediately, Jun wanshuang shouted at the door, "go and report to the sect leader. I'll be there later."

The fire hall is the place where the black fire sect deliberates on major issues. At the moment, the black fire sect leader Lu tiankuang is sitting in the middle seat. Many core elders and Dharma protectors nearby gather together. There is silence, highlighting a serious and dull atmosphere.

Then, a black figure floated from the door and gracefully landed in the middle of the fire hall, and then revealed its elegant, light and beautiful appearance.

"Jun wanshuang, do you still have the courage to come back?" Lu Tian's face was black and his eyes shot at Jun wanshuang's face like a knife.

Not only Lu tiankuang, but also other elders, with murderous eyes, fiercely glared at Jun wanshuang, as if they saw the enemy who killed their father, and wanted to get rid of it quickly.