Is this female cultivator so hot that she caught fire because her rank is too low?

She doesn't have a defensive array, but she can use it at critical moments.

The defensive array is also activated by spiritual stones, maybe there are not enough spiritual stones.

Oh, it's so miserable.

Mo Qiong was worried at first and planned to help put out the fire.

[Don’t worry Qiongqiong, this is her natal fire and it won’t hurt her. She should practice in this way.]

Mo Qiong was secretly shocked. The one who could practice in this way must be her.

Mo Qiong couldn't help but want to get closer, but the burning sensation on her face forced her to retreat.

This fire will not harm Feng Wan, but it will burn other people who try to get close.

The ancestor of Ling Yuanzong only told Mo Qiong, but the other monks still felt that Fengwan was too poor and was on fire.

A female cultivator standing next to Mo Qiong felt a little unbearable.

"Fairy Mo Qiong, she helped us in Longmen City before. We have to repay this kindness."

"If you want to repay me, go put out the fire yourself."

Several male cultivators were busy trying to separate themselves from each other and put out the fire, which would consume their spiritual energy.

Even if you use a magic weapon, it will still consume spiritual stones.

We still don’t know when we will be able to get out of this desert, so we can’t waste any spiritual power and spiritual stones.

"You are too selfish."

The woman stamped her feet angrily.

"Don't worry, she's fine." Mo Qiong comforted her, feeling a little more fond of this inconspicuous female nun.

When she returns to the sect, she will definitely recommend her to her ancestors so that she can be allocated better cultivation resources.

While they were talking, Fengwan had finished practicing.

The fire of the Nine Desolations returned to the body, but Feng Wan's red robe was not damaged at all.

The monks of Ling Yuan Sect widened their eyes again in surprise. They were unscathed. Could it be that they were dazzled just now and saw wrongly.

This is simply incredible.

As soon as Feng Wan opened her eyes, she saw the Ling Yuan Sect disciples surrounding her and frowned in displeasure.

"Fellow Taoist, we are not following you, we just happened to meet you."

Seeing that Feng Wan was unhappy, Mo Qiong hurriedly explained.

"good."

Feng Wan only said one good word and turned around to leave.

"Fairy Mo Qiong, why are you so polite to her? Look at her attitude."

"Isn't the slap in the face painful enough?"

Mo Qiong said coldly to the male cultivator.

"You, hum."

Seeing that Mo Qiong didn't appreciate it at all, it was hard for the others to say anything.

Continuing to move forward in the desert, as expected, the compass has failed as the legend said.

Now not only is it hot, but I can't find the right direction either.

Maybe I walked for several hours, but ended up walking in circles.

Feng Wan's compass also failed, but she was in no hurry. The time she had to worry about was better spent practicing.

If your cultivation level is low and your strength is weak, even if you encounter a big opportunity, you will not be able to grasp it.

In this way, Fengwan kept walking, searching for the Ouija board and practicing at the same time.

Finally, the sun sets and the unbearable heat disappears.

But what followed was a sky full of wind and sand.

【Master, a tornado is coming.】

Tornadoes are very common in the desert of the Western Wilderness. Even small tornadoes can sweep away monks in an instant.

This tornado was obviously very big.

If you are caught by it, you will be seriously injured.

The power of nature is far beyond your imagination.

Huohuang and the other cubs were nervous but not afraid. If it didn't work, the master could still return to the space.

Feng Wan thought the same thing, but she would not hide in space unless absolutely necessary.

Not only was she afraid that this secret would be exposed, she also wanted to experience herself through this tornado.

As long as it is used properly, all the forces of nature can be used for her.

She is the spiritual root of chaos and can control all attributes of spiritual power.

Can she also absorb and utilize the huge wind force brought by the tornado?

This idea is too bold and too unrealistic.

Even Huohuang and Baizhi don't know if they can do it.

When I was looking for the Ouija Board in the Eastern Wasteland, I used the formation to use the power of the wind as the driving force to propel the flying boat.

But it seems too incredible to transform it into the spiritual power of a human monk.

Whether it works or not, you won’t know until you try it.

The tornado was already approaching, and Feng Wan flew forward to meet it.

The tornado was like a hungry beast that opened its huge mouth and swallowed Fengwan directly.

Feng Wan, who was involved in it, was instantly squeezed by a powerful force, and then torn apart after the squeeze.

If her body wasn't strong enough, her arms and legs would have been broken long ago.

Enduring the severe pain, Feng Wan kept trying to figure out how to use the power of the wind for his own use.

As long as she finds the way the wind works, maybe she will succeed.

The Tyrant Lion higher in the sky looked down, a little worried.

Little Wanwan's courage is really too great, but with Buran and Shangxing Ancestor here, his life will not be in danger.

But it is destined to suffer a lot.

The wind sliced ​​Feng Wan's skin inch by inch, and then sliced ​​it sideways, and the pungent smell of blood filled the wind and sand.

Not to mention, the ten slender jade fingers she was pinching were all cut off.

They say that the fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain is unbearable.

There was no blood in Feng Wan's face, and her already fair face became even whiter, but it was abnormally white.

Physical pain cannot defeat Feng Wan, but will make her become more frustrated and courageous.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. If there is no change, it means that you have not tried enough and experienced not enough hardships.

With a thought, the seventh-level myogenic elixir flew into my mouth.

The elixir melted instantly in the mouth, and the ten severed fingers instantly returned to their original state.

Feng Wan continued to change his finger techniques.

But the power of the wind was too strong, and soon the ten newly grown fingers were cut off again.

It went on like this over and over again. After an unknown amount of time, the tornado stopped and a bloody man fell from the sky.

Bai Yu transformed into his true body and firmly attached the phoenix arm to his back.

The round-eared rabbit and the fat nightmare also gathered around anxiously.

Tyrant Lion worriedly wanted to go down to check the situation, but was stopped by Buran.

【fine.】

Feng Wan's soul card is in Bu Ran's hands. He will know immediately whether Feng Wan is safe or not.

However, when his family said everything was fine, he probably just meant that he was not dead.

It is Tyrant Lion who understands Bu Ran. In Bu Ran's eyes, for cultivators, there is no big deal except life and death.

The round-eared rabbit hurriedly gave the elixir to Feng Wan, and soon, the cut skin and flesh recovered as before.

This is the power of high-level alchemy masters' elixirs.

The delicate baby face regained its healthy rosy color, and Bai Yu and the round-eared rabbit breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, how do you feel?"

Feng Wan sat up against the round-eared rabbit.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

After saying that, Feng Wan sat cross-legged and started practicing.

"Fairy Mo Qiong, did I read correctly just now? That's a dragon?"

"You read that right, it's a dragon. It's strange, why are there dragons on the Nine Wastes?"

"Ah, I remembered, Tianyuan Zong Fengwan's contracted beast is not just a half-dragon."

"You mean, the female cultivator in the later stage of foundation building is Feng Wan?"

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