fifth form

Nanminghuo is very special. This Yinhuo has an extremely low temperature, but when facing filth, it is like an open flame touching gas.

A little Nanminghuo burst out from Rong Tianding's fingers, and instantly turned himself into a burning man.

This is a flame that is difficult to extinguish even Zhang Xuezhou tramples on. As long as there is Yin Qi in Rong Tianding's body, this southern flame will continue to burn.

"Cousin, use the Vajra Talisman!"

Zhang Xuezhou was shocked.

"I must be too unlucky, which has affected my cousin!"

His heart was like a snake and a scorpion, and when he heard Rong Tianding's wailing in pain, the Taiqing technique in his hand had already dropped.

It doesn't matter whether the too-halal technique can help, this is the only treatment he can come up with right now.

"The sky is big and the earth is big and I am the biggest!"

Amidst the wailing, Rong Tianding chanted the spell, and a small amount of mana activated the Vajra Talisman.

The golden light floated on the talisman, and then turned into a golden film that clings to Rong Tianding's body, and constantly collides with the burning Southern Fire and Yin Qi on his body.

Pale flames, gray-black corpse aura and yin aura, and the light of the Vajra Talisman intertwined back and forth, and the light blue brilliance of the too-halal technique washed over Rong Tianding's body continuously.

In the darkness of the official street, Tianding was not the only one crying in pain. The guards patrolling hundreds of meters away didn't even look this way, but just guarded the area they were in charge of with swords, bows and arrows.

"Cousin, being a monk is no fun at all!"

Rong Tianding felt that his body was contaminated by flames, and seemed to be melting.

He was in severe pain at first, but after the Vajra Talisman was activated, the pain had already become numb.

He stared at Zhang Xuezhou with wide eyes.

Rong Tianding didn't want to become a monk before he practiced, but after becoming a monk, he thought about taking risks. His young mind always thought that all the good things in the world belong to himself, but he never considered that even if he encountered some marginal things, it would be too much for his insignificant self. Enough to take your own life away.

There was a bit of unwillingness in his eyes, and he also figured out why Taoist Mu was willing to spend his days in that Taoist temple.

For grassroots practitioners like them, they lack too much. Even with the help of noble people, they are still just duckweeds.

Zhang Xuezhou suffered a great loss in realm cultivation, and he is obviously no exception.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou stopped him from practicing Mu Taoist's incomplete realm technique, this kind of future trouble could not be prevented from coming.

Rong Tianding looked up to the sky.

The flames in the sky streaked across the sky like lightning, pulled into a thin line of fire, and continued to spread and give birth to countless small branches.

Like pieces of spider webs constantly intertwined, these flames constitute a special fireworks in the night sky of Chang'an City.

"The fire I set off is so beautiful, it's the best fire I've ever set off in my life!"

He slowly closed his eyes, but then he was slapped twice by Zhang Xuezhou to the side of the head, and he had to forcefully wake up his spirit.

"I have the fire-preventing art. You can learn as much as you can, and use as much as you can!"

The Vajra Talisman couldn't save Rong Tianding, and the too-halal technique couldn't save Rong Tianding. Zhang Xuezhou went to the doctor for a sudden illness, so he had to recite the evasion technique that was so complicated that he had no intention of translating it.

This is the teaching of the emperor and the empress, and it is very difficult to retell the content that is shown through the demonstration of the law.

But Rong Tianding accepted the practice of 360 main orifices, and he didn't even understand one hundred and eight thousand orifices at all.

It is difficult to say, and it is even more impossible to succeed in learning.

Cold sweat continued to break out on Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, and Rong Tianding's eyes widened, listening to what Zhang Xuezhou said was difficult to understand and even more difficult to learn.

He wanted to practice, but was soon confused by Zhang Xuezhou's quick narration, which made his head even more dizzy.

Interlaced lines are like mountains, and a skill cannot be learned directly after teaching it once. Even Dong Zhongshu, who is very knowledgeable and talented, finds it difficult to do it.

Somehow Rong Tianding thought of Dong Zhongshu.

Thinking of the other party's swollen mouth, thinking of the poison in the other party, and thinking of Dong Zhongshu also being crushed under the rubble by the collapsed house.

"A monk has many ups and downs in his life, get used to it slowly, and you'll be fine once you get used to it!"

Dong Zhongshu's self-mockery when he got out of the ruins was very embarrassing, but Dong Zhongshu obviously encountered many ups and downs in his life, and even many monks did the same.

Few monks can go smoothly.

"I can't be discouraged, I...the clear qi has not risen, the turbid qi has not sinked, the wandering spirit has not been spirited, the five colors have not been divided, there is something in it, the dark and the nature exist..."

Rong Tianding didn't practice Zhang Xuezhou's Fire Pit, and he couldn't learn Fire Pit either.

But he thought of the tomb scriptures.

This is Zhang Xuezhou's scripture mentioning the power of wishes, and he has even noticed the miraculous.

"Bless me and my cousin with fewer illnesses and disasters!"

He murmured words, wishing that there would be less pain and less disasters.

In a trance, he saw a five-clawed golden dragon roaring angrily, and a huge ghost covering the sky and stretching out its sharp claws.

"From now on, I will be Emperor Jing, and Emperor Jing will be me, and you will be traitors against me!"

The sharp claws grabbed downwards, but the ghost's face quickly turned into twisted pain.

"This coffin is an antiseptic coffin made of golden nanmu. Emperor Jing's strength is better than mine. Why did his corpse turn into rotten flesh?"

After the death of an ordinary person, the corpse will complete stiffness within three days, and the soul will be dissipated within seven days, and then the corpse will rot.

However, the physical body of top practitioners is far stronger than that of ordinary people. It may be completely ossified after seven to fourteen days, and they will be lost in spirit after 49 days.

If the body needs to be removed to complete possession, it will take at least 49 days.

"No, I don't want this kind of body!"

The ghost's sharp claws stretched out towards the sky, like a demon protruding from the ground.

"Emperor Jing plotted against me. He plotted against me even after he died. He swallowed the poisonous pill and melted his body, leaving no chance for anyone. He imprisoned me..."

A golden light fell from the sky, and Rong Tianding also saw the extension of the flame he released.

The flame ignited under the ghost's legs, but it didn't spread explosively like him, but burned extremely slowly.

This kind of burning is slow and difficult to stop, just like the Nanming fire burning his body.

The ghost made a loud howling sound.

"Blind woman, your suppressing talisman can't hold me down, I... I just died by my own hands, I'm so unwilling!"

The golden light covered it like the sky and the earth turned upside down, and the ghost roared and stretched out its ghost claws to support it upwards.

But when he brushed his flaming toes, there was despair on the hideous giant face of the ghost.

The corpse school has mastered the strongest necromancy spell, but the corpse school also has the greatest weapon to restrain this spell.

They have the strongest shields and the sharpest spears.

This is their ultimate means of controlling the school. Even this spear does not require a particularly advanced cultivation level. Even if their inheritors are very young and low in cultivation level, they can still suppress the old monsters of the school.

Shi Wudao had absolutely no thought of shooting the spear at himself.

He obviously entrusted the Nongzong people when he died physically. That school could not communicate with the imperial court, and it basically would not come to Chang'an City, and it lacked masters.

However, if you want to entrust the inheritance of the Shijiao Collection to a suitable practitioner, it will not take three or two days to complete it, and Nanminghuo's practice cannot be practiced in a short period of time. time.

All in all, things went in a direction he hadn't expected.

He can break free from the shackles of Emperor Jing's corrupted body, and he can also break free from the suppression of the Zhenfu, but all of this will take time.

And this bit of Nan Minghuo was enough to kill him completely in the time he broke free.