Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Under the spiritual world, there are only four layers of qi, foundation, Jindan and Yuan Ying. There is a lack of aura between the heavens and the earth. After the monks enter the refining, they can fly up to the spiritual world. There are magical repairs, Taoist repairs, and gatherings of animals and beasts. It is a completely different new world.

Zhu Xian Tower is a very rare magic weapon in the spirit world!

On that day, Wen Jing slammed the sword of the celestial tower, and immediately turned around, and the body was compressed and collected. He hadn't reacted yet, and the sound of the bang around him stopped and fell like a sandbag on a hard, slightly hot ground.

Wen Jing dizzy and touched the ground, looked up and looked at the gradually reddened walls around him, panicked in his heart, and immediately ran up his feet and ran.

The walls have to get hot, and without a moment, the towers will be covered by flames!

According to the description of the outline of the "Robbers of All Lives", there are eight smoldering smoldering craters in the tower. It is quiet and quiet, but if someone comes in, it will spurt three real fires until the people burn. Into the bacon, and then burned to ashes.

But even if the three fires can burn people, there are a few dead ends in the tower, and the flames are temporarily burned. However, this flame is not a vegetarian. It will change direction at half an hour. Jun Yan needs to walk through the flames and rush to the new corner.

He was trapped in the tower for more than a year. Without a moment of rest, he was burned beyond the flames. He was lucky enough to find out the way of the tower and finally returned to his life.

This method, which has been worked hard to find out, has been known by Wen Jing without any effort.

Just knowing that it is one thing, whether you can succeed depends on his luck and ability.

The first thing that matters is that you must not be burned to death by fire!

"Hula", the surrounding area suddenly brightened, the raging fire spurted out, and the orange and yellow were hot, and the tower was flooded in an instant.

Wen Jing made the whole body's strength fly around the tower, panic and said: "Where are the corners!"

Run and run -!

The cultivation of Jun Yanzhi is more than ten times faster than Wen Jing, but only a few points faster than the flame. When Wen Jing was in a panic, the buttocks suddenly felt a burst of hot, burning fire. He suddenly rounded his eyes and yelled "Go to your celestial tower". The fire was fully open, and the foot was like a hot wheel, and began to circle along the red wall.

"This is the real fire ass!"

The potential stimulated by the critical moment makes Wen Jing himself unbelievable, a heat wave hits from behind, Wen Jing is frightened, and he does not know whether it is cold sweat or sweat, and jumps!

The next moment, his body clung to the fiery tower wall, but the fire tongue behind him stopped at his foot and could no longer burn.

He turned around with enthusiasm, and the raging hot flame filled the tower. The scene was like expanding the surface of the sun infinitely. It was like standing in the crater to see the lava erupting. The flames of the group swallowed and pushed each other, which was shocking. Even grandeur, people feel uncomfortable and small.

At the moment of the millennium, he finally hid in a dead end.

The **** hurt so much that Wen Jing couldn't see it, so he had to touch it carefully. Fortunately, he ran fast, but he had already burned, and even a burning burnt smell came.

He suddenly felt sad.

He groped for a while, and took out a mountain of road to swallow his spirit. Taking this Golden Medicine's medicinal herbs to heal the burns of the magical period of the smoldering period, it can be said that it is a glass of water, the wound is naturally good, but at least it can alleviate the pain.

The **** is really not so painful.

The **** doesn't hurt, and the brain works. Even though the air is so hot that he is sweating, it is a free sauna.

Wen Jing’s mood calmed down, his lips squatting, his eyes gazing in the roaring flames searching for the fascinating exits described in the outline.

The flames alternately erupt, and every minute of the monarchy will change a place. He was trapped in the tower for a year, and he was exhausted by the three fires. He was almost exhausted, but he was almost disheartened, but he was supported by an indelible hatred. He promised that if one day he could escape the birth, he would kill. Do everyone who is sorry for him.

On this day, he accidentally came to a corner.

This dead corner is a bit strange, the pattern of a sword engraved on the wall, and the seven twists and turns are ugly.

Although Jun Yan’s previous trip has come to this corner, he also feels that the sword is a bit weird, but he has never understood how to deal with it. On this day, he was disheartened, and the ghost made him use his fingers to draw seven times along the outline of the sword. Suddenly there was a loud bang, white light, and when he woke up, he was no longer in the tower.

What Wen Jing is looking for is this dead corner.

In other words, he has to try and avoid one by one until he finds the dead corner.

This doesn't sound too difficult...

About half an hour later, the flame suddenly became smaller. Wen Jing’s hands and speed jumped out. He flew close to the wall and quickly and carefully swept the faint red wall.

But in two seconds, the fire tongue spouted again. Wen Jing screamed: "How fast is the trough!" He ran away as if he had escaped.

Now, whether it is a wall or a sword, as long as it is a dead end, thank you very much!

Extremely thrilled to escape a fierce fire tongue, Wen Jing bowed a cold sweat. Suddenly, the left side was bright and bright, and Wen Jing had not responded. The left half of the face suddenly burst into pain and enthusiasm. From the ear to the cheek, the left eye and then the chin, all burned.

At that moment, the skin made a "squeaky" sound, like the sound of hell, spreading from the epidermis to the blood vessels, and hurting deep into the soul. A strong burnt smell lingers between the nose.

"what--!"

What a painful and unrecognizable thing about Jun Yanzhi, he finally realized it. He did not feel the hatred of Jun Yan. His heart is only distressed.

Wen Jing's pace was messy, his body was shaking, his left eye was so painful that he couldn't open his mouth. The only remaining right eye was exposed to cold light, and he bit his teeth and rushed forward.

He does not want to die, he does not want to die, he does not want to die!

The flame still burns on the cheeks, Wenjing fights, the action is a little slow, and there is a fire on the back.

Wen Jing was flustered and jumped without rules. The luck was not as good as it was just now. Like a headless fly, it hits the wall and can't find a safe corner.

He is secretly uncomfortable. Is it necessary to be buried in this place? How do you want to go to the end of his life!

Under the eagerness of the fire, Wen Jing took out the long sword, and the wind swept away the leaves!

It has been said in the syllabus that it is impossible to make a fuss with these flames. The flames are somewhat temperamental, and the more provocative, the more fierce and ruthless. One of the monarchs did not know, and the law was resisted, but it was burned and lost most of his life.

Sure enough, the flame was broken up, but suddenly a whistling sound, seems to be angered by the sword, the teeth dance caught, the momentum is tempting. Wen Jing looked up and was scared by the flame that seemed to devour him. The dark road did not hold back for a while, my life was rested!

Between life and death, Wen Jing thought angrily: Anyway, it is a death, simply go out, don't be a mother-in-law.

He screamed and slashed three swords in a row, and the flame escaped lightly and rushed toward his body.

This time it is really dying.

The flames smeared, and the whole body suffered from a hot pain. Wen Jing clenched his teeth, and his heart was sour and sorrowful.

At the last moment of life and death, the most worrying thing is still him.

In the meantime, a strange symbol in my mind slowly emerged and gathered, and a sentence was formed in his mind in erratic.

"The "Five Elements to the Yuan Jian Jian" is the first: "□ Rebirth."

Huh? !

Hengyang Palace heritage?

Suddenly, the burning of the body suddenly slowed down, and the flame seemed to be aware of something and slowly retreated from his body. The brightness of the surrounding area gradually disappeared, leaving only a large group of basketball flames to jump in the air.

Wen Jing’s left eye still couldn’t open, his body was still hurting, but he was completely stunned.

Why did the flame stop?

The flame had no face and no expression, but Wen Jing felt that it was observing himself. It turned around Wenjing for a few laps, and gently touched the sword of his hand, returned to its original position, and fought face to face with Wen Jing.

Wen Jing was nervous and the heart almost jumped out.

As he stood still, he quietly searched for traces carved on the walls. The flame stayed in the air for a moment, leaving only the small tail to shake gently, drawing a small aperture.

Wen Jing does not know what it is going to do, he just wants to go now!

Suddenly, the light from the corner of his eyes swept over a faint trace of the wall. He doesn't see it very well, but the outline is slightly longer, and it is probably a sword!

He was looking at the flame that was one meter away.

"Can you hear me? What do you want to do?"

The flame did not answer, and the small tail continued to shake.

"Do you want me to play with you?"

"..."

Wen Jing flew up and walked towards the portrayal on the tower wall.

His movements were extremely fast, and he came to the moment of characterization, and suddenly he was so excited that he wanted to yell.

That really is a sword!

I can escape now!

He slammed his fingers and touched it. Unexpectedly, I haven’t touched it yet. A flame has already flown in front of him, and it just happened to be stuck in front of the sword carved by the tower wall.

Wen Jing hurriedly took back his fingers!

What does this mean? Is this not letting him go out?

If you are burned by this group of fires, don't say that you have painted seven times along the sword, and you will be able to dissolve his fingers in ten seconds!

It’s really awful!

Wen Jing gas was blocked in the chest, calm down and negotiated: "I don't think you want to burn me, so let's make friends, let me go."

The flame did not move.

Wen Jing said again: "I see that your heart is kind, it is a very good flame, or I will take you out to play. Outside the world, it is much more fun than this tower. For example,..."

After talking for a long time, Wen Jingkou was dry and his mouth was flying, and he almost passed his breath. Unfortunately, even if he had Su Qin and Zhang Yizhi, the flame of the group still had no movement.

Wen Jing bite his teeth and smiled hoarsely. "Since you are a real fire, your temperament must be arrogant. Why don't you tell me what I want, I try to satisfy you?"

The flame still didn't move.

One person and one fire completely stagnated.

Wenjing fell to the ground and pulled out another medicinal herb. The pain in the body was soothed, and the mood became more and more uncomfortable.

The flame of the group also fell, stopping at him for about a meter.

Wen Jingdao: "I don't think you can talk, it is inevitable. Are you lonely and unbearable in this tower, want to find someone to play with you?"

The flame shook the small tail, cold and ruthless.

Wen Jing breathed a few moments to rest, finally regained strength, and tried to escape several times. This group of flames seemed to be ironed, and the ghosts followed him. Although they did not hurt, they did not let him escape.

Wen Jing’s heart was like a wild horse in the wild, and spent a day and night with this flame, finally pulling down his head in frustration.

He completely admit defeat.

"Please, let me go..."

Still useless.

Negotiating with this flame, negotiating, begging, coercing and tempting is a waste of time. It doesn't eat or die, and no one can help it. After Wen Jing touched the hard wall several times, he finally took out the long sword and waved it.

Since you can't run, practicing a sword is better than doing nothing.

At that moment, the flame had some movement, and it flew up.

Wen Jing’s heart, what does this flame want to do?

There is a vague idea in mind, but Wen Jing is not sure. He was a little confused and remembered that the "Five Elements of the Yuan Jian Jian Fa" in the mind was the first.

Rise from the ashes.

What is the reason for this sword?

Wen Jing condensed his eyebrows and contemplates, and carefully grasped a line of words appearing in his brain. The sword in his hand could not help but wave out.

When the sword was smashed, it turned into orange-red, and the fire in the middle flowed, and the momentum was like a rainbow. The sword gas suddenly dissipated the flame, hit the tower wall, made a deafening collision, and echoed in the tower.

Wen Jing stayed.

The sword of this sword is so powerful!

The flame immediately gathered again, shaking a small tail in front of him.

Wen Jing was so confused that he once again waved a sword.

The small group of flames were broken up again, but they gathered again very quickly. I don't know if it is his illusion. The time it took to get together seems to be a little slower than before.

Wen Jing looked up at the top of the black scorpion.

He seems to guess the intent of this flame. Only the sword method has reached a certain purity, he can break up the flame, so that it can not be restored for a long time, he has the possibility to escape.

Dissipate the flame and quickly run to the front of the sword to draw seven times along the outline, he can go!

He had previously wondered why he had to paint seven times, and now he is finally clear. The more times you get, the more difficult it is to get out of the tower.

In view of this, this 诛 塔 tower does not seem to be a place to kill, but a place where Qing Zizi practiced swords in his early years.

............

I do not know how long it has been.

The weather was fine on this day, and the two birds on the tree were screaming at me and combing each other's feathers.

Suddenly, a bunch of obscured things appeared in the air, falling straight down, and the standing branches "snap" and broke. The female bird flew up with her wings and hurriedly guarded the male bird that was thrown in his chest, yelling.

"Hey! Hey!"

There was a mess of things on the ground, the whole body was dark, ragged, and there was a burnt barbecue smell.

For a long time, the pile of things twisted and slowly climbed up, supporting the ground with a long sword in his hand, and there was a whisper in his voice: "Out, come out..."

The thing looked around, and it seemed that the bird’s protests could not be heard at all. The bright eyes were all tears.

"Come out... finally came out..."

Suddenly, the pile of black things cried out loud and scared the two birds.

It turned out to be a neuropathy...

The thing sat on the ground and cried for a long time, finally refreshing, staggering to the calm and waveless lake, washed and washed with water.

The lake slowly calmed down and clearly reflected a strange face. After washing the right half, it was very delicate. The left side was like being stuffed in a stove, and the scalp and cheeks were scars. There is no trace of hair.

Wen Jing’s heart is a bit mixed.

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