The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 180 God Fire Stone

Looking at Wei Xiaohe, Leng Wuyou laughed, rubbed his little head, and went secretly?This little guy really wanted to come out, "Be careful, Master Bai found out, and punished you to stand in the corner."

"Oh~" Wei Xiaohe froze for a moment, his little face collapsed in an instant, a little sad, "Brother, can't you not pour cold water on me?"

Hey, I know I've been splashed with cold water, I'm young, my little head is very smart, Leng Wuyou's eyes were shallow, "Okay, you haven't finished your homework for today! Go back and do it, Master Bai will come back tonight but To be checked."

"Big brother, those medical books know me, but I don't know them, what should I do!" Wei Xiaohe was a little distressed.

This little guy would say this when it was time to do his homework. At first Leng Wuyou believed it, but later, Leng Wuyou hehe, this guy clearly knew it all, and he just wanted not to do his homework.

In the evening, when the sun was setting, Master Bai and Wei Dahe came back when the dusk was getting darker. They each carried a medicine basket, which was full of medicinal materials.

Leng Wuyou and Wei Xiaohe helped spread the medicinal materials on the shelf, and then the four of them ate, and Wei Dahe read medical books in the room. After all, Wei Xiaohe was young and prone to sleepiness, so he fell asleep when he was full.

Leng Wuyou and Master Bai came to the study, and Master Bai took out two transcripts from the bookshelf and handed them to her, "I know what you're thinking, these two are my random transcripts, which contain the cultivation system and exercises of this world. , take it and see it!"

Leng Wuyou took the yellowed transcript and solemnly thanked Master Bai. Although she learned from Wei Xiaohe that there was a safe way to Yanling during the day, she still wanted to recover her strength. Not to mention too much, at least She can protect herself, although with her current fighting skills and speed, few ordinary practitioners can hurt her.

Leng Wuyou put the medical skills training aside, and reached out to open another book.

The first page records what cultivation is.

Cultivating the gods is the soul and consciousness. The human body is divided into four parts: essence, qi, spirit, and blood.

Practicing medicine is essence, cultivating spirit is Qi, cultivating spirit is soul, cultivating martial arts is to quench blood and refine body.

The cultivation of gods is divided into five realms: awakening, concentration, quenching, distraction, and soul fusion.

To judge whether a person can cultivate the gods, it depends on whether he can awaken the fire of the soul.

After reading the transcript, Leng Wuyou put it aside, sat cross-legged on the bamboo and wood bed, and in his palm lay a fire-color streamer crystal the size of half a baby's palm. It came to help people awaken the fire of the soul. Master Bai gave her this piece. At that time, she clearly saw Master Bai's face that was so painful that it was pulled up. It can be seen that this fire stone is not a Chinese cabbage. Even if it is, it is also the same. A kind of jade cabbage that has a price but no market.

Leng Wuyou took a deep breath, closed his eyes, squeezed his palms, and his consciousness entered into the divine fire stone, leading the air flow inside along the meridian of his arm into the divine sea, and came to the center of the divine soul. In the divine sea, the divine consciousness and the divine soul faced each other. The colored air flows along the consciousness and enters the soul.

"Hmm..." Leng Wuyou grunted in pain, her face contorted in an instant, beads of sweat rolled down her pale face one by one, and her brows were flushed, as if she had been burned by fire. It was averagely grilled.

As soon as the fire-colored air flow entered the soul, it suddenly became hot and turned into a ball of fire, burning fiercely in her soul.

She gritted her teeth, resisting the burning pain of the soul, and sent the fire to the eyebrow of the soul little by little.

The closer it was to the center of the eyebrows, the hotter the flames would be. Normally, the slightest injury to the soul would be painful, let alone the fire that was forcefully stuffed into the soul like this.

In the Divine Sea, Leng Wuyou absorbed all his consciousness into his divine soul, sat cross-legged in the sky above the Divine Sea, and the red fireball moved up little by little.

(End of this chapter)