Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

In front of the cave gate.

A graceful figure in white clothes and white hair slowly walked out of the cave.

After stepping into Douhuang, the fresh and ethereal aura on Xian'er's body seemed even more ethereal.

The whole person's temperament has changed faintly, and he feels more and more like a fairy.

"Sister Xianer." Qinglin stood up and shouted happily.

Xian'er smiled and nodded, then looked at Wei Yang.

Wei Yang picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and waved to her, "Come and sit."

Xian'er smiled softly and walked over with light and cheerful steps. Her eyes passed curiously over the one horn who stood there like an iron tower with a dull expression.

She felt a powerful dangerous aura from the other party. Surprise and a hint of solemnity flashed across her face, and she asked, "Who is he?"

Wei Yang pointed to the futon beside him, "Sit down first, drink tea, and let's talk slowly."

"Okay." Seeing Wei Yang like this, Xian'er felt relieved and walked over and sat down.

"This is what happened..." Wei Yang slowly spoke and told the story again.

Xian'er listened quietly and stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Finally, Wei Yang gently touched Najie with his fingers, took out a jade bottle and put it in her hand, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, this is the poisonous fire of the netherworld."

After doing this, he also felt a sense of relief.

Until this moment, Wei Yang felt as if a big stone had been put down in his heart, and his whole body seemed to feel much more relaxed.

Ever since he met Xian'er, he had been thinking about how to plan and solve the hidden danger of the Enan Poison Body. He had personally promised Xian'er that he would definitely help her solve this hidden danger.

In his heart, he was actually a little stressed.

Now, it seems that we are very close to our goal, and there is only one last step left.

After personally coming into contact with the Nether Poison Fire and seeing its weirdness and horror with his own eyes, Wei Yang became more confident in whether the Nether Poison Fire could completely solve Xian'er's hidden dangers.

This kind of strange fire seems to be specially tailor-made for the evil poisonous body.

In this world, there must be no other kind of strange fire that is more suitable for the poisonous body of Ernan than the Netherworld Poison Fire.

"Brother Yang..." Xian Eryu clenched the bottle with her hand, her eyes were slightly red, and there was water mist in it, and a hint of deep affection was emerging.

"I promised you, and now I have done it." Wei Yang smiled, "You are not allowed to say thank you. We are a family. This is what I should do."

"Yes." Xian'er nodded heavily.

Her nose felt very sour, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back, so they burst out of her eyes and slid down her fair, jade-like cheeks.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Wei Yang stretched out his hand, gently wiped away her tears, scratched her nose, and said in a doting tone: "I have become a little cat, a crybaby."

"Hee." Xian'er suddenly burst into laughter, raised her hand and lightly hit Wei Yang, saying angrily.

On the side, Qing Lin looked at this scene with some envy, and felt happy for Xian'er in her heart.

…

After some excitement.

"Open it and take a look." Wei Yang chuckled.

"Yes." Xian'er's eyes were full of anticipation as she gently opened the bottle cap.

Suddenly, a palm-sized green flame slowly floated out from the jade bottle, suspended in front of them, and burned quietly.

This flame does not feel hot. Looking at it, you will feel a gloomy feeling in your heart.

Like a wandering will-o'-the-wisp in a wild cemetery at night.

Chichi~

The air above the flames was burned to the point of making a corrosive sound.

"Netherworld Poison Fire!" The two women stared with wide eyes.

Especially Xian'er, her expression became excited. She, who had always been calm and indifferent, now had a rare scorching color in her eyes, staring at the flame.

Her whole body was trembling slightly, and there was a strong desire that was quickly emerging in her body.

It was like a drug addict who had been thirsty for a long time and suddenly encountered a large bag of pure drugs in front of him. The desire and longing emerged almost uncontrollably.

The Nether Poison Fire is more attractive and tempting to the Enan Poison Body than any poison in the world.

This is an instinct.

The burning color in her eyes became more and more intense, and her eyes glowed with a faint red light.

"Xian'er, wake up!"

Wei Yang drank softly, and the sound echoed in Xian'er's ears, like a thunder, waking her up instantly.

"Me." Xian'er's eyes suddenly regained their clarity. She was startled, looked at Wei Yang, and said: "Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I..."

"You have just been controlled by desire. Remember, it is you who controls the power of the body, not the power of the body that controls you!"

Wei Yang frowned slightly and said: "The same is true for the Netherworld Poison Fire. It is you who control it, not it controlling you, otherwise..."

He pointed at Dujie, who had a numb face and empty eyes, "He is your fate."

"I understand." Xian'er took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly.

After a while, when she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her usual calmness, and there was even more determination in her eyes.

Wei Yang nodded.

He was relatively reassured about Xian'er's character.

Before, it was just because I saw the poisonous fire of the netherworld for the first time that I was so excited that I fell into a state of temporary trance, and my mind was occupied by desire.

He knew very well that Xian'er had always longed for a kind of strange fire, especially the poisonous fire of the netherworld.

At this time, the poisonous fire of the netherworld was right in front of her. This brief loss of consciousness was a normal phenomenon and she couldn't be blamed.

Not to mention Xian'er, any alchemist, including fire attribute cultivators, would be in a mood to get excited when they suddenly see a strange fire and don't want to get it.

…

Everyone knows the truth and cannot let desire dominate the mind.

But to put it bluntly, any living thing cannot escape the control of desires throughout its life, unless it dies.

No matter how strong the person is, this is the case and they are destined to be unable to escape.

Because desire is the root of all troubles, and it is also the instinct and pursuit of life.

How can a person have no desires?

Desire is an instinctive pursuit.

Wanting to eat is a desire, wanting to drink water is a desire, wanting to sleep is also a desire, wanting to become stronger is a desire, wanting to gain something is also a desire...

As long as people still have ideas and pursuits, they are all desires.

Even gods and Buddhas have desires, let alone humans?

The only difference is whether you can control your own desires independently.

Know what to do and what not to do.

Controlling desires is self-discipline.

If you don't control your desires, you will do whatever you want.

Unless you have reached the highest level of all worlds and are completely transcendent, nothing in the world can enter your eyes.

There are no secrets to anything in your eyes anymore, you can even create it casually.

Then, you may no longer have desires and pursuits.

…

"I'll help you conquer it."

Wei Yang said: "Your soul power has entered the origin of the strange fire and is waiting. After I take back my soul mark, you will immediately put your own soul mark on it."

"Okay." Xian'er took a breath and closed her eyes slightly.

Between the eyebrows, quite powerful soul power surged out and slowly penetrated into the poisonous fire of the netherworld.

As Xian'er broke through to the Dou Huang realm, her soul power was now barely comparable to ordinary low-level Dou Zong experts.

If divided by soul realm, her soul power is probably at the mid-level of the mortal realm.

Although she is only a fourth-level alchemist now, considering the strength of her soul, she can barely achieve the goal of becoming a fifth-level alchemist in a short time.

Wei Yang also closed his eyes slightly and realized that Xian'er's soul power had wrapped around the origin of the strange fire. He reminded, "One, two, three, start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew his soul imprint and quickly withdrew.

In mid-air, the Nether Poison Fire, which was originally floating there and burning quietly, seemed to be stunned for a moment, and its swaying movements stopped. It felt like it had lost a layer of shackles, like a restraint.

Then, it wanted to explode.

But soon it became quiet again.

Because Xian'er's soul power had taken this opportunity to invade it, successfully branded it and controlled it.