He tried hard to recall the scene when the people of Xiaoyang made fire.

I remember that at that time, when the fire in the sinkhole was gushing out of the sinkhole.

They carried it with the wooden stick in their hands. At that time... they did not seem to have chosen the fire at will.

Ling Tiansu seemed to figure this out.

Yes, after all, the fire is extremely precious. There are so many fires in this pit. It is impossible for each fire to contain fire.

Do not take it at will...

The eyebrows and eyes were condensed, and a slender golden vertical mark appeared between Ling Tiansu's eyebrows. The vertical marks opened and a faint golden light was refracted.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were closed and he focused on staring at the sky eyes.

Another completely different world was presented to Ling Tiansu's eyes.

He could clearly see the rich fire-colored element under him rising up like thousands of fireflies.

In the fiery red sea, he also saw brighter and dazzling than the firefly, like a fiery star scattered in the sea of ​​fire.

Ling Tiansu's face turned solemn, and he thought that was the spark.

The eyebrows opened a little further, the light golden light deepened a little, and the eyes of the sky carefully locked in all the changes below.

As the sea of ​​fire rolled, the terrifying high temperature burned, and another spark burst out.

Ling Tiansu frowned and raised his breath, and the thunder shook under his feet.

The frost leaves in his hand pulled out from the inner wall, and the golden lightning flashed with his body, instantly flashing next to the spark mixed with fire.

The flint in his hand shot out, blending into the spark with great accuracy, hitting the fire.

He saw that a fire that was only the size of a soybean, blending into the flint extremely gently.

The flint was lit up instantly, passing through the sparks, and returning to Ling Tiansu's hands.

Ling Tiansu held the flint in his hand and jumped from this inner wall to the other inner wall.

The thin blade of frost leaves was inserted into the stone wall again to stabilize the body.

He felt the high temperature of the burning flints, and the temperature was no longer as cool as before.

Even with his body, his palms were burned out of several blisters when they caught the flint.

Ling Tiansu held the flint tightly and showed a comfortable smile on his face.

I thought to myself that Wu Ying's method was really good.

When he arrived at a safe place and got rid of this difficult national teacher, he would refine the flint when he was free.

Carefully store the flint that had absorbed the fire in the space ring, Ling Tiansu took out three flints again...

Outside the Tiankeng, the master and Taoist looked at the vortex that was suppressed by the giant fire palm seal not far away in front of him.

Among the vortex is Wu Ying.

Although this attack was powerful, he was confident that even practitioners in the Tongyuan realm would be burned and killed by the strangling power in the vortex and the flames in his palm.

However, his opponent is Wu Ying.

Even Wu Ying had just broken the mirror for only one day...

But he still believed that this young and difficult opponent could not be defeated by him so easily.

As soon as this thought arose in my heart, I heard a whirlpool sound of an insignificant, even subtle ‘I’ sound coming from the vortex.

A purple raser broke through the black vortex that intersected black and flames.

The huge palm print dyed with the flames of the sky fire that continued to press down as if it could shake the earth stopped rumblingly.

Beneath the purple thunderstorm was wrapped with a blood-red sword tip.

The tip of the sword revealed the coldness of the Nine Netherworlds, instantly annihilated the fire light dyed in the vortex.

The tip of the sword easily tear a small hole into the terrifying vortex.

As the sword body of the Blood Song Sword slowly revealed from the mouth of the sword.

The huge black vortex no longer continued to rotate, and it was no longer possible to make a roar.

The world suddenly became extremely solemn and quiet.

Even the sword tip passed the vortex without making a sound.

The national teacher's face was still quiet, but the hands in his sleeves had already clenched their fists involuntarily.

An old enemy!

These two words are clearly reflected in the mind of the national teacher.

So much so that his eyes at Wu Ying became more and more dangerous and deeper.

The blood-colored sword that had half revealed from the mouth of the vortex sword suddenly stopped, and the sword edge was surrounded by a sequel ghost energy.

The sword edge trembled slightly, and the tiny crack in the sword mouth spread rapidly.

The blood-colored sword tip was straight and cut away cleanly. From the Blood Song sword, a powerful sword intent suddenly burst out.

The sword intent did not dissipate and turned into a huge sword shadow that could penetrate the world.

The black vortex and the blazing combustion above the vortex were directly broken by the huge sword shadow!

Wu Ying stood in a place where fire and darkness intersected.

Between the world, the original sound was finally restored under the remaining power of this sword.

Wu Ying's black cracked horns were blown in the fire wind and rustled.

He raised the sword in his hand and looked at the Blood Song sword in his hand calmly. There was no smug look on his face, and said indifferently: "The Tongyuan Realm...is indeed powerful."

The corners of his mouth curled, and a smile without any emotion appeared, and the blood-singing sword in his hand pointed directly at the national master.

"But I... can still become stronger!"

The five blood swords around the national master Tianming returned to his body.

He looked at Wu Ying and said expressionlessly: "Indeed, your future will have unlimited possibilities. I do not deny that your title as the No. 1 person in Jiuzhou is not mixed with a trace of moisture, but it is a pity that you met me when you were young..."

At this moment, he no longer thought about the sacrifice.

He could see that Wu Ying's deep hatred of the Nether Clan and his determination to kill were no less than that of the woman in Rashomon.

More importantly, this Wu Ying has the supreme divine body.

If he is not strangled into the cradle as soon as possible, it will definitely become the biggest obstacle for their Nether Clan to occupy the world in the future!

Wu Ying's eyes fell on the gradually darkened patterns on his face, and suddenly laughed...

"Just relying on your half of the Nether Clan's bloodline, I want to kill me?"

The national teacher said indifferently: "Under the absolute suppression of the realm, killing people... has nothing to do with blood."

The five blood-colored short blades lingering around the national master suddenly gathered in one direction.

I saw him leaning his fingers a little, and five short blood-colored blades suddenly turned into real blood.

In the viscous and bright red blood, small silk-like talisman lines peeled off from it, and the blood melted into a long blood sword, standing in front of him in the air.

At first glance, the slender blood sword actually looked a bit similar to the Blood Song sword in Wu Ying's hand.

But the sword of the national teacher was truly condensed from his own essence and blood.

As the old fingers slinged, the countless talisman lines that were stripped out were like lively earthworms, climbing onto the blood sword again.

The color of the talisman line began to become solid, and the blood sword gradually developed a trace of iron-like metallic color.

Judging from its breath, the quality of this long sword is not inferior to the Qingming small sword that has accompanied the national master for many years.

"This sword emerges today and becomes a sword fetus. I named it... Blue Blood."

The national master Tianming reached out to hold the blue blood sword with indifferent expression.

The moment his palm touched the hilt of the sword, Wu Ying suddenly lowered his head and watched the blood song in his hand tremble.

At this moment, the blood song in his hand was suppressed by the newly condensed blue blood from the other party with the power of the sword.

He could even feel the blood-singing sword in his hand as if it was facing an invisible mountain, extremely heavy.

He saw a black snake formed by condensing talisman lines on the edge of the Blood Song sword.

The sword in his hand kept trembling and trembling.

Wu Ying held the sword, and the blood song in his hand felt like he was unable to control his palm.

The thunder in the palm of his palm shot out wildly, and the lightning struck the black snake on the sword, but the black snake climbed up without any influence.

Wu Ying no longer did that useless skill, looked at the national master with a distant look, with a hint of surprise in his tone. He raised the corner of his lips and said coldly: "Benshi Sword?"

Natal weapons are extremely rare.

It is necessary to spend many years of time and energy to focus on nourishing a natal weapon with your own energy and even your essence and blood.

The difficulty of natal weapons is that some people even spend their entire lives unable to touch the layer of window paper that has become intimately connected with it.
To be continued...