Chapter 109 Earth Lung Heaven Fire "It is indeed completed!" Wu Yong sighed. He had searched the entire Flame Valley for three days but had not seen anything related to Flame Dao treasures, nor had he found any place with abundant spiritual energy. Just consider it as a missed opportunity. It's not bad to get such a huge piece of precious fourth-level spiritual wood. It can be a consolation. Wu Yong shook his head slightly, and was about to peel off the charred outer shell and scraps of the giant mulberry tree. Suddenly, he felt a panic in his heart, as if he was about to abandon something. Ok? "My intuition has never been very sharp. How come I suddenly have such inspiration? Is it the shifting of stars and constellations?" Wu Yong's soul sea shook, and he immediately understood something. He fumbled into his sleeve with his right hand and immediately took out a green wooden hairpin. Then he stepped on the water and looked around at the remaining mulberry wood statue. If you feel something in your heart, there will be disaster. So, is the root cause in this fire mulberry statue? Wu Yong's mind moved, and he picked up the green wooden hairpin with two fingers and slashed it. The giant's head was cut off out of thin air. Then, as if he was still not satisfied, he repeatedly pointed the green wooden hairpin in his hand, and tiny space cracks appeared in the air one after another. This left everyone in the field confused. Wu Yong was seen activating the Yu Dao Fa Hairpin with a fierce look on his face. I wonder if it split into thousands or tens of thousands of cracks? It was not until Wu Yong's two fellow practitioners, Mulberry Wood, suppressed the Huandan Fudi, and the mana comparable to that of dozens of Dan Dao practitioners was almost exhausted, that they finally crushed the Fire Mulberry God's hundred-foot-long head into countless thin cicada-wing chips, and the dark blood that flowed all over the ground The Fire Mulberry God's head was simply chopped into pieces. To say that it was torn into pieces is no exaggeration!
Wu Yong used the Xuanhuang Qi to lift up the countless silk pieces. After consuming a large amount of mana, Wu Yong, with a slightly pale face, walked on the Xuanhuang mother Qi, searching through the thin slices of flesh and blood piece by piece, as if he wanted to find something from them. After searching for several hours, feeling the terrifying pressure from Wu Yong's Xuanhuang mother energy, the magicians and demon kings from the three mountains and four tribes did not dare to disturb him. They didn't know what he was doing crazy and could only stand there and wait. As the sky gradually darkened and the dark yellow color dyed half of the valley, Wu Yong finally found a hint of something strange in the giant's sky, the Niwan Palace. Wu Yong was ecstatic, and his magic power turned into sharp gold and mercury. The sharp golden energy instantly wiped out the flesh and blood of the Mulberry God all over the ground. Ignoring the blood stains remaining on the crystal flesh, he raised his hand and took the red dot in the center of the sky into his palm. I split the entire Fire Mulberry God's brain apart, looking through it to find every bit of flesh and blood. As expected, I should have thought of it earlier. If the treasure is not in the Flame Valley, it will be on him. If it is not in his Dantian, then it must be in his soul sea. It should be so, it should be so! Wu Yong panted heavily, and gently injected a wisp of his magic power into the remaining spark. Boom! The group of cultivators who were waiting bored suddenly felt a flash of red light, and their skin instantly felt extremely painful. Fortunately, the red light was retracted the next moment, otherwise, all the cultivators in the field would have been burned by the Yin Fire and died of festering. Several mages and demon kings who were guessing something in the scene poked their heads out and looked at the red oil lamp floating in the mysterious and yellow mother energy. The oil lamp looked like a small dish, with a red jade pillar at the bottom. However, there seemed to be a big crack in the lamp. The vermilion oil kept flowing in the lamp, but there were always a few drops of wax gas flowing out. Even though Wu Yong's magic power was fully unleashed, he was still unable to suppress the remaining lamp. The raging fire from the lamp caused the skin and flesh on Wu Yong's palms, which had undergone a transformation from the golden elixir, to begin to melt, revealing a skull that looked like platinum. "Hiss, what a vicious Lingbao, what a cruel oil lamp!" Wu Yong endured the severe pain and mobilized the Xuanhuang Mother Qi. He directly drew out a strand of the origin of the mother energy from the Xuanhuang Mother Qi root on his Xuanhuang Taoist robe and roughly wrapped the entire spirit lamp. Then, he injected a huge amount of Xuanhuang Mother Qi into the lamp without reservation. Wu Yong had already sacrificed and refined a spiritual treasure, and knew that in order to subdue a spiritual treasure, he had to leave his own soul imprint and spiritual consciousness in the core spiritual pattern of the Tao. If the supreme cultivator could not tame it, he would have to refine it with his own magic power. But how can an ordinary magician refine spiritual treasures? Fortunately, the Xuanhuang Qi is a top-grade ancestral energy root. Its quality is far superior to magic power, and it is not a murderous energy, so it will not cause the oil lamp to riot. Billions of Xuanhuang mother energy fell down, sank into the oil lamp, and suddenly suppressed the endless red oil purgatory. Even though Wu Yong had prepared himself mentally, his soul was still burned by the red oil purgatory and caused unbearable pain. He had no choice but to try his best to squeeze out the magic power from the Huandan blessed land, puffing up his Xuanhuang Taoist robe, and releasing the Xuanhuang Qi with greater force. After two stalemates, Blood God Son and Yin Erlang immediately fell into the Yan Valley Swamp, guarding the left and right. Xu Zongguan, Wu Xuan, Yan Yunyue and others opened the mountain gate formation on the Lou Kun magic ship, and the area of dozens of miles was instantly quiet. The Yin-Yang Yuan magnetic formation was deployed, and the treasure ships of the four tribes were instantly pressed underground by the boundless gravity, unable to move, and the demon soldiers and demon kings could no longer get close to them. The Scorpion Demon held the railing of the magic ship with both hands, his face was amazed, and after glancing at Wu Yong, he also closely monitored the two magicians on the treasure ship. There really is a treasure? How did Wu Yong know for sure? The Scorpion Demon was truly convinced. Wu Yong had chopped the evil spirit into pieces and looted all of it! The field fell silent for a moment. Seeing this scene, the Elephant King knew that he could not get close at this moment. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, he grabbed the still confused Jin Peng under his ribs with his right hand, and actually moved away from Yan Valley step by step.
Time passed by minute by minute. When night fell completely, the golden and red lights in the Flame Valley shone brightly in the distance. Finally, the Xuanhuang mother energy completely suppressed the fire oil purgatory. Wu Yong found the immortal spiritual light at the core of the Dao Spirit Pattern and engraved his own soul print and spiritual consciousness on this immortal spiritual light. Lingbao are born from heaven and earth, and are naturally indestructible. Even if they are destroyed by a calamity, their indestructible spiritual light will remain self-generated and will be buried somewhere in the chaos for tens of millions of years. They will eventually reappear. After all, this was his second time refining a spiritual treasure, so he was familiar with the process. However, when Wu Yong had finished engraving the soul seal, he suddenly discovered that above this immortal spiritual light there was an even larger and more vast spiritual consciousness. Instantly, a huge force rushed into his soul sea, almost causing his soul to explode and his spiritual consciousness to become chaotic. "Damn, is this a trick?" In his daze, Wu Yong only had time to wonder if there was a trap, and the next moment he fell into a daze. Immediately afterwards, countless information poured into Wu Yong's soul sea, including the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas outside the border, the six heavenly ghosts under the underworld, the infinite world of the East, as well as the six heavenly ghosts, the formless demon king, and the phantom of the immortal god who died in the chaos. "I, Zhu You, the Lord of Fire, have been practicing for eight thousand years and have experienced one hundred and twenty-seven great calamities. I was eventually killed by Mahakala, but I caused my father and grandfather to leave behind a defective lamp." "Alas, have you never attained the position of the Fire God? There must be a little bit left." In his hazy mind, Wu Yong seemed to see a red-haired young man with three heads and six arms, loose hair and bare feet. He was wearing a red robe with his chest exposed, and he held a sword, whip, seal, wheel, awl and fan in his hands. He obeyed the orders of Haotian, patrolled the thirty-three heavens, and enforced the laws of the infinite world. How majestic! Unfortunately, Wuliang Heitian eventually fell on the edge of chaos, with only a broken lamp protecting a wisp of obsession as he fell into the sea of boundaries. When he died, only a wisp of obsession was left in the spiritual mark of the spirit lamp, which allowed Wu Yong to accidentally catch a glimpse of the grandeur of the ancient era. I also met an immortal, a loser on the road to eternal life! No matter how terrifying the immortal's spirit was, it eventually disappeared under the baptism of time, leaving behind only this obsession and incomplete memories. After eight thousand sixty years of cultivation and one hundred and twenty-seven kalpas of practice, he died in a single night. Even if you have thousands of words, in the end it can only turn into a sigh! Wu Yong exhaled a breath of foul air and shook his head vigorously to get rid of the influence of that obsession. "It really is a spiritual treasure, and it is a flame-killing spiritual treasure." "Born at the bottom of Yongshan Mountain in the primordial wilderness, the earth lung fire vein was born innately, and was obtained by the ancient great god. Lava was used as a cup, and the boundless earth fire lung was used as oil. On the day when the treasure was completed, it was naturally immortal and had an immortal spiritual light, ranking among the top spiritual treasures." Then Wu Yong sighed again. "It's a pity that it's missing. Moreover, the poisonous fire of Wuyin Difei is quite vicious. It hurts others as well as myself. I can't control it well." Wu Yong looked down at his palms. At this moment, the power of the elixir was gradually rising. The flesh and blood of his palms grew out at an eerie speed. In just a few breaths, they turned into a pair of flawless jade hands again. "Zhu Rong's heavenly fire fell to the human world and became ordinary fire. The ordinary fire gave birth to fire crows. After many twists and turns, the fire crows finally reunited with Zhu Rong's fire form." "Since both are lacking, I can only hope that the Fire Crow can be born from the earth fire, and the earth fire can combine with the spirit of the sky fire. When the heaven and earth meet, the divine object will be formed naturally. Who knows, it may even be able to rise to a complete Flame Dao spiritual treasure?" "Let's use it this way first!" As he whispered, Wu Yong smiled lightly and put the remaining red lamp into the Wan Crow Pot. The divine fire of Zhurong in the pot wrapped around the oil lamp and took root in the pot. The ferocious crows obtained the spirit of heavenly fire and bathed in the rhythm of earthly fire, and their ferocity reached a new level. Then he raised the Wan Ya Hu, which was the combination of the two treasures, above his head. In an instant, the sky fire came and the ground fire was a hundred times stronger. All the demons and human cultivators within dozens of miles felt their skin tingling and scorching hot breath surged out. Even the demon king and the magician had to avoid its sharp edge. "We have finished our business here, follow me back to the mountain!" (End of this chapter)