Chapter 95: Fire Mulberry God? The hot air billows above the Yan Valley all day long. On this day, the sky above Yan Valley was filled with red clouds and purple mist. In the red clouds, there were shadows, and thousands of human figures swayed with the rolling clouds and mist, and noisy sounds were endless. Wu Yong clasped his hands together and combined the essence of the thousands of crow soldiers with the purple energy of the sun. The three treasures merged into one, transforming into 1,280 strands of fire energy, which he stored in his palms. Finally, they condensed into a Ten Thousand Crows Pot. In this way, my life magic weapon has been considered a small success! This silver pot has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before. The original crane-head silver pot now has flame marks and purple lines in the hollow relief. Through the hollow relief, one can faintly see a wisp of fire in the pot, which never stops burning day and night. From the body of this pot, the mark of the Dao of Fire gave birth to another Dao of Fire, which was called Zhurong Fire! In ancient times there was a great god named Zhurong. Zhurong lived in Guangming Palace in Kunlun Mountain. On the top of Guangming Palace, there was the source of the spread of sparks, the ancestral vein for the spread of fire in the world. This was the first ray of ordinary fire in the world. Its source was firewood, and its fire was mellow, so it was called the ancestral fire. After thousands of years and the accumulation of merits, it gave rise to tens of thousands of fire crows, which spewed fire from their mouths and had smoke on their ribs. The essence of fire was the crow soldiers. When Zhu Rong died, the Guangming Palace was ownerless for ten thousand years. The fire crows were stubborn and wreaked havoc on the human world. The human ancestors gathered them and refined them into a pot. Using the first pottery in the world as the container and the crow spirit as the core, they made the Ten Thousand Crows Fire Pot. Wu Yong's pot is a replica of this, which is made from ordinary fire, absorbing human energy, inspiration, and the breath of time in order to transform it into an innate flame. And because its owner is the ancient god - Zhurong, this is the origin of Zhurong fire! Wu Yong also picked out this treasure with the greatest potential after he read through the Lingguan Treasures, glanced at thirty-nine of the seventy-two Disha techniques, and compared them with the ninety-six magic weapons of the Lingguan.
Once it has gained enough foundation in the future, this pot can be transformed from acquired to innate, and a bit of mortal flame can be transformed into an innate divine fire that can almost destroy the world, and become an innate immortal spiritual treasure. "My destiny - Zhurong Fire?" Wu Yong looked quite excited. This was the first decision he made on his path of cultivation in this life. Five years later, this decision brought him amazing results. Huang Tian Talisman-Flame Talisman! Wu Yong put his right hand together to make a sword finger, took out the spiritual fire of Zhurong Fire, and used his magic power to make the original red talisman instantly turn into a dark red color like a drop of blood. He just shot two fire talismans towards the corner of the cliff. A hissing sound. Two streams of blood-red flames penetrated the cliff directly. The flames seemed to be materialized at this moment, like flaming swords, easily melting and cutting off that corner of the cliff. The fracture surface is extremely smooth, and even contains some lava-like fluid. "This is the origin of fire in the world, Zhurong Fire!" The Taoist method of gathering the shape of fire and obtaining the spirit of fire, which can easily melt red rock and turn it into lava, can be called heavenly fire. "What a domineering talisman fire. Is this the magic you are obsessed with practicing?" The Scorpion Demon squatted on a fire mulberry tree holding a green magic bead and asked loudly. Due to the scorching temperature here, the Scorpion Demon was unwilling to stay. Wu Yong couldn't stand her nagging any more, so he took out a water magic tool - the Mysterious Water Pearl and gave it to her. Although this magic weapon is ordinary, it can also use magic power to generate a curtain of mysterious water. How could the Scorpion King, a demon king who was born and raised in the wilderness, have ever seen such an ingenious magic weapon? It can not only relieve the heat, but it is also the first magical tool he has ever acquired. The Scorpion Demon is very interested in it. He found a fire mulberry tree and squatted on it to study this little gadget. Seeing Wu Yong's happy expression, he knew that he had mastered the technique. The Scorpion Demon also jumped down from the fire mulberry tree, very excited. I can finally leave this hellish place. "Then, let's leave first!" Wu Yong took a deep look at the deep Flame Valley, and after much hesitation, he chose to leave. After all, he had used the Crow Spirit to go down to the bottom of the Flame Valley, and there was nothing there except the fire mulberry trees on both sides that looked like dead branches. He did not dare to rashly explore further down. Now that you have obtained what you want, you might as well leave! Just as Wu Yong turned around, his raised right palm suddenly froze. It seemed as if his memory of a moment just now was erased by an invisible force? When a cultivator achieves the third level, the so-called super memory and photographic memory are just the most common abilities. When a cultivator achieves the third level, his form and spirit change, and he transforms from a mortal to a true being, so he is also called a true person. Wu Yong suddenly sensed something strange at this moment, and became increasingly uneasy. This meant that something was seriously wrong.
What was that moment? Wu Yong raised his left hand slightly, forming a five-fingered fist seal. In the Niwan Palace, the hidden spirit suddenly opened its eyes, searched briefly in the subconscious sea, and then closed its eyes and recalled the memory of that moment. "Not good! Retreat quickly." Wu Yong's eyes were bulging and his hair stood on end. At the same time, he kicked the ground with his right foot. The dark yellow aura around his body wrapped around the scorpion demon. The two of them were in the center. The Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams appeared with green symbols. He was about to use the art of moving stars and changing constellations to move the two away. At this time, the Scorpion Demon didn't know what was happening, but her body had already begun to tremble uncontrollably. Just as I was about to turn my head, I found that the sky suddenly darkened, as if a black curtain had covered the blue sky. "Nine Palaces Supplement" Wu Yong only had time to use the Xuan Huang Qi to hold the two of them together, and he finished the Star-Shifting Fighting Technique just in time. But then I saw a rough giant palm falling from the sky. This palm had six fingers, and each finger had five joints, just like the bark of an old tree root. Each finger was like a mountain range. When it slapped down, there was no way to avoid it. The giant palm grabbed downwards, and the Nine Palaces of the Moving Battle Magical Ability changed, with the Xun position reversed. This palm grabbed Wu Yong and the other two, and directly tore off half of the cliff that was several miles in size, and it fell into the magma at the bottom of the cliff. Wu Yong only felt that his memory had been erased by He. After he used the soul refining method to connect the erased memories, he saw two huge lanterns a hundred miles away, like a setting red sun. How can there be two suns? Perhaps it is the magic power of some demon mountain? Ever since Wu Yong and his companion dealt with the Golden Crow and practiced magic for a hundred days, the two lanterns seemed to have always been there, but they seemed to have been forgotten by an invisible force. But that was not a lantern at all. It was a pair of bloodshot eyes that had not blinked for a long time. His gaze had been fixed on Wu Yong and the other two. For a hundred days, he had not breathed, blinked, or moved. But just when Wu Yong was about to turn around and leave, He blinked! In just a blink of an eye, all of Wu Yong's memories of it were wiped out. This power and strangeness were like those of a ghost or god, extremely terrifying. At this moment, Wu Yong and the other man were wrapped in the Xuanhuang mother energy, but they were chased up by the giant palm. Before they could maintain their balance, a heat wave came towards them. With just this grab and chase, Wu Yong and the other man were already five thousand miles away from Yan Valley. A figure over ten thousand feet tall stood up from the deep flame valley, and molten lava flowed down along the rough wood grain between its waist, abdomen and knees like flowing water. "Hah!" Such a monster could easily break Wu Yong's technique of moving stars and changing constellations. I'm afraid there is no breakthrough point in other Taoist techniques, so he could only take a risky move. Wu Yong supported his waist with his right sleeve, maintaining the Xuanhuang Qi. With his left hand, he took out the green wooden hairpin and slashed it towards the giant hand. A tiny spatial crack instantly appeared in the giant palm. "hold head high!!" The monster, who couldn't see the whole picture at a glance, felt pain and loosened his hand. Wu Yong and the other two were thrown by him and fell into the lava thousands of feet deep. "Hu, hu, hu." Wu Yong was breathing heavily. The giant palm of the monster just now tightly grasped the Xuanhuang Liumu. Although it did not crush the two of them, the Xuanhuang robe also drained most of Wu Yong's magic power in just a few breaths. "Yunlai!" "Damn it!" As Wu Yong and the other man fell, they spontaneously caught fire. The scorching heat hit them, and even the interior of their robes, which were at the level of magical instruments, started to ignite with sparks. This terrifying heat could not even be blocked by the Xuanhuang Qi. The hot breath turned the Small Somersault Cloud into a wisp of purple air as soon as it was summoned, and Wu Yong was so scared that he immediately retracted the purple cloud. The Scorpion Demon was even worse. His clothes and hair were all burning with red flames. Only the black water bead supported a small area less than half an inch. "Wu Yong, save me!" "I'm dying!" The Scorpion Demon instantly turned into a fireball as he fell. His entire body was in contact with the heat and was on fire. He felt pain everywhere, and his magic power could only be reduced to 50%. Call ~ Just when the Scorpion Demon was about to be ignited and fall into the lava, a stream of green light whizzed past and carried the two of them up to the top of the valley.
At this time, the Scorpion Demon's purple hair that had hung to his waist was now only shoulder-length. His clothes were torn, and there were traces of burn marks on his fair skin. He lay on the Yufeng Boat, gasping for breath. Wu Yong's inner robes also caught fire spontaneously. The cuffs were burned and all the holes in the robes were broken. Only the third-level golden silk remained. Fortunately, it was only the inside, and the embarrassing appearance was covered up by the black and yellow robe. "This Tanggu is definitely not naturally generated. The Earthly Evil Poison Fire is too explosive. It must be at least a spiritual treasure or even a fifth-grade or immortal-level fire treasure." "That monster, that is, that is." Wu Yong shook his head vigorously, as if trying to remember the appearance of the monster more clearly. When Wu Yong caught a glimpse of the fire mulberry trees growing like dead trees on the side of the valley, an idea suddenly occurred to him. "Yes, it's Huo Sang!" With that kind of power, it's definitely not just a third-level monster, could it be a fourth-level monster? Wu Yong's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley, and he rode the Wind-Controlling Magic Boat, using a speed comparable to that of a True Lord, to quickly distance himself from the gods and monsters behind him. "Well, I never thought there would be such a monster in the Flame Valley." "Wu Yong, what should we do next? Will He catch up with us?" The Scorpion Demon said with a gloomy face, trembling with fear. As soon as the thousand-foot-tall monster appeared, she was almost as weak as a chicken, unable to muster any strength. It was an absolute biological level crushing! "Don't worry, this Wind Harnessing Boat is overloaded and is as fast as a demon god. If he is distracted for a moment, he won't even be able to find it." Before Wu Yong could finish his words, Fazhou was suddenly hit by a huge force. The Nine Heavens Gale Wall was instantly broken. Wu Yong and the other man were instantly thrown high into the air and smashed onto the Fazhou's barrier. Then they fell back down and hit the deck of Fazhou with stars in their eyes. They all watched as that rough giant hand pressed down on the Wind-Controlling Boat and tried to push them straight into the magma of the earth's lungs. "How could this monster catch up with me?" Wu Yong was puzzled. The two men slowly stood up from the deck. Just as they managed to keep their balance, they saw cracks in the barrier of the Wind-Controlling Ark, which could withstand the attacks of top-level wizards of the third level. The four-processed, real-like Earth Evil Fire entered the Ark through the cracks. The mithril hull of the Wind-Controlling Magic Boat, which could break strong winds, barriers, and Taoist magic, seemed to be melting. Damn! Wu Yong urged his Xuanhuang Taoist robe with more and more force, and at the same time, he made hand seals, and drew the Fusang magic power in the Huandan blessed land into his body. Then he held the Qingmu hairpin in his left hand and pointed his sword finger with his right hand, locking his Qi on the giant palm. However, he suddenly felt two soft things pressed against his sweaty back, which made Wu Yong stunned for a moment. "Oh my! Why do you come to disturb my mind at this time? You don't want to live anymore, right?" Wu Yong was shocked and tried to push away the Scorpion Demon with his right hand, but the latter came closer and wrapped itself tightly around his back. "The underground fire has drifted in. If I stay away from you, I will be burned to death." "I don't care. You are the one who dragged me to this Flame Valley. Don't even think about abandoning me. If I die, I will take you with me." The scorpion demon didn't listen at all, and its purple scorpion tail circled around Wu Yong's thigh several times. He has the ability to fly, so he can't leave him, at least until the last moment. (End of this chapter)