Daoying

Chapter 149 Fire Spirit and Sword
The hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

There was a boulder on everyone's mind.

"Friend Daoist, you seem to recognize this flame?"

The cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment looked at Xie Huan and asked.

Those with a low cultivation base can't see the form of the strange fire, and they all think it is a shadow eating people, but those with a higher cultivation base can feel it is a fire spirit.

Without further ado, Xie Huan stretched out his hand to cast the ghost fire, and a burst of green fire rose into the air in the palm of his hand. After twisting and changing, it also turned into a shadow like a projection, motionless.

Everyone was taken aback and looked overjoyed.

The cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment happily asked: "Fellow Daoist actually has a little control? Is there a way to deal with this place?"

"Let me try."

When Xie Huan found his own flame appeared, all the hidden fires hidden in the spatial structure of the hall jumped up, as if infected.

In the flame in the palm of my hand, it seems that feelings are also born, and I want to connect with other companions.

"Since the friendship is deep, come to me together."

Xie Huan grasped it with five fingers, the sword light flickered in the flames, the cold light flashed, and the sword energy scattered like a fairy, cutting into the void in all directions.

It is the tendency of sparks to start a prairie fire.

The hall was completely enveloped by sword energy.

All the monks backed away in shock to avoid being accidentally injured.

The two foundation-building monks looked at each other in horror. The power of this move has surpassed that of ordinary foundation-building early stages, and it seems to be an extraordinary master.

The will-o'-the-wisp projections hidden in the spatial structure seemed to be under attack, and they were projected one after another, radiating into the sword energy.

Immediately, the sky above the hall was full of shadows, like countless dark bats, flying around.

The temperature in the hall instantly rose to the extreme, like a melting pot.

Xie Huan thrust the Xinghuo sword into the ground with his backhand, pinched the seal with his hands, and the sword energy swirled and fell into the sword one after another. In an instant, all the phantoms of the flames were projected over.

"Zheng!——"

Countless dark fire shadows exploded on the Xinghuo sword, as if they couldn't bear it, they were crying desperately.

With the sword as the center, a dark green flame vortex was formed. The ghost fire energy in the space structure was still projecting down, and Xie Huan was enveloped in it instantly.

The monks in the main hall were all horrified. Feeling this energy from a distance, they felt that their bodies were going to melt, let alone touching it.

"elder brother!"

Xu Wei was in a hurry and wanted to step forward to help.

Liu Mian sneered, "If you don't want to die, stand farther away."

"Is he going to be okay?"

Xu Wei was full of worries. The energy of the will-o'-the-wisp in front of her was more than ten times stronger than the one in Liu Zhengqi's hands.

"It's up to him, the greedy are easy to perish."

Lumian watched calmly.

If Xie Huan was burned to death, he would have saved him trouble, and would have directly taken Xuan Jie away, and the team would have disbanded.

No one in this hall can stop him.

Xie Huan held the sword in one hand, and the sword intent spun out. At the same time, the blood armor of war appeared on his body, and the divine light surged to fight against the will-o'-the-wisp.

So far, no ghost fire real body has been found, but the energy of these projections has reached an extremely terrifying level.

There is a possibility that the real body has long been broken up, and thus cast countless projections.

Xie Huan kept changing his sword tactics, using the Xinghuo sword as a medium, frantically absorbing these projections, competing with and merging with them.

Suddenly the flames on the sword exploded, and a green monster condensed in the air. Its shape kept changing, but it almost maintained its human shape. A pair of pupils stared at Xie Huan, and suddenly roared, with two horns on its head and fangs bursting out. Pieces of flame scales came out, and they slapped Xie Huan directly with a palm.

Xie Huan knew that this was the spirit of the will-o'-the-wisp, and if he wanted to subdue the will-o'-the-wisp, he had to subdue it.

Immediately shouted loudly, made seals with both hands, and thunder and lightning surged out of the sky, crackling like snakes, and instantly filled the entire hall.

Xie Huan's whole body was flickering with lightning, holding a rolling thunder ball in his left hand, he directly met Huo Ling's palm.

"Oh!"

The two elements were squeezed together in an instant, and a powerful spiritual pressure erupted, tearing apart the space.

Many monks took out magic weapons to resist, and they were all squeezed to the edge of the hall, unable to retreat, all in panic.

And most people have already recognized Xie Huan, it is the man who was sucked onto the altar on Luoxia Island.

Xie Huan and Huo Ling fought hard, and suddenly felt that the temperature of the whole body soared, every cell seemed to be on fire, and even the breath was breathing fire.

He scratched his side with his right hand, a circle of colorful spiritual light emerged, and there was a deer cry.

All the monks in the hall were shocked. At the same time, they found that the instruments in their hands were trembling slightly, as if they were shocked by this cry, and they all changed their faces. What is this deer cry?
The aura transformed into the form of a deer, stepped on the void with four hooves, and rushed towards the fire spirit, and the colorful aura swept away.

"Oh!"

Lu Ling bumped into the will-o'-the-wisp, and his whole body was immediately burned green. In a flash, he turned back into a copper tripod, spinning continuously in the flames.

Xie Huan suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly relieved, and he backhanded Lei Xiaojue, and the blue thunder clouds gathered in the sky, and they shot down continuously, exploding on Huo Ling.

The form of the fire spirit twisted and almost dispersed.

Xie Huan stretched out his hand to grab it again, and the Xinghuo Sword soared into the sky, suspended directly on the bronze tripod, surrounded by colorful aura.

He suddenly came up with a strange idea, since the current Xinghuo sword can't withstand the flames, he should refine it again to raise the grade.

And it happens to use refining to consume this fire energy, and finally refine the will-o'-the-wisp backhand.

Xie Huan did as soon as he thought of it, and clapped with one hand, shaking the deer spirit cauldron, and the aura scattered.

Under the traction of the Xinghuo sword and the suppression of Lei Xiao, the flames continuously poured into the aura, pouring into the sword frantically.

Xie Huan quickly took out several storage bags and kept putting materials into them.

When the various materials touched the will-o'-the-wisp, they melted almost instantly, leaving only the purest parts that poured into the sword.

Everyone saw what he was doing, and they were all shocked.

The eyes of those two foundation-builder cultivators even stared out. This bronze tripod... resembled the legendary Luling tripod, the magic weapon of Lingxizi of the Coral Sect. Magical Artifact Frightened...

Both of them swallowed in horror, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

Not to mention the killing of Lingxizi to seize the treasure, I dare not even think about it, it is incomprehensible for a person in the early stage of foundation establishment to be able to drive the magic weapon.

Even Liu Mian frowned. Unexpectedly, Xie Huan still had a magic weapon, and it seemed that he would not die, which made him extremely upset.

"Brother, I still have a lot of materials here, tell me what is missing!"

Xu Wei touched the storage bag at her waist, and sent it via voice transmission.

Xie Huan has no shortage of materials, but just a temporary idea without a complete idea, so let's improve the quality first.

The large amount of materials he put in was to consolidate the foundation of the sword body, and at the same time, he sacrificed thunder and many wood-attributed materials to make fire with wood to enhance the power of the will-o'-the-wisp.

Slowly, under the guidance of the berserk fire spirit, it became quiet, and directly grabbed the Xinghuo sword with a huge fire palm, and a large number of fire elements swirled around its body, circling the deer spirit cauldron and Xinghuo sword.

Xie Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down directly, swallowed some elixirs, pinched different formulas with each hand, continuously controlled the fire spirit, cauldron and sword, and began to conceive a complete refining plan.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the fire spirit was far away, and felt great shock and danger, but there was also a strange tranquility that made them feel safe.

Entering the refining of the magic weapon, will it be over in a while.

Many people also sat down cross-legged, and some smart people secretly observed Xie Huan's refining techniques, hoping to learn a thing or two.

"Senior brother, I hope to protect my brother, lest some people with ulterior motives suddenly make trouble."

Xu Wei said to Liu Mian, showing a cute smile.

Liu Mian glanced at her with a cold look on her face.

How could he not know that Xu Wei was alluding to him, and it was also a warning.

He had calculated it just now, and there was no chance of winning a sudden attack, not to mention killing Xie Huan, even Xu Wei might not be able to beat him.

Liu Mian also sat cross-legged and closed her eyes.

Xu Wei took out a few small flags, waved them in the air, and stuck them in a few corners, completely isolating Xie Huan from the outside world, and then found a safe place to sit away from Liu Mian.

In the process of throwing the materials, Xie Huan suddenly took out the fragment of the magic weapon that he had just picked up outside. After a moment of thought, he sacrificed it directly, flew to the fire spirit, and was roasted by the fire.

Sure enough, the aura had long since disappeared, but it was more resistant to fire than ordinary materials. It continued to burn for a few days before it began to melt and turned into a copper-colored liquid, dripping on the sword.

Xie Huan touched another thing, which was the metal pillar collected on the ruins before.

I don't know what material it is.

Seeing that the Xinghuo sword was always on the verge of fragility under the suppression of the fire spirit, and might collapse at any time, he immediately took out the pillar without any hesitation. Because it was so huge, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Some people even saw the pillar and couldn't help it. Live exclaimed.

Xie Huan spun the pillar high into the sky, and shot forward.

Huo Ling raised his eyes, a sharp light burst out from his eyes, he continued to suppress the Xinghuo sword with one hand, and patted the palm of the other hand.

"Oh!"

The pillar was immediately blocked by the flames, and a wave of aftermath spread out, and the place where the flag was planted lit up with purple light, and it was slightly blocked.

The people in the corner of the hall were all terrified, for fear that it would affect themselves.

Xie Huan let out a grin, and looked at Huo Ling.

The metal pillar formed a balance between the palms of the two, and was quickly wrapped by the will-o'-the-wisp, even Xie Huan's whole body was burned inside.

He remained indifferent, still sitting there, maintaining the balance of refining and metal pillars.

Finally, after a few days, the metal pillars began to melt little by little, turning into golden droplets, which were photographed by Xie Huan on the Xinghuo Sword from time to time, making a "squeaky" sound.

After the pillar was almost melted, the Xinghuo sword was completely covered by a layer of flowing metal, both in appearance and temperament, which were very different from before.

And the sense of vulnerability that could be broken at any time no longer exists.

The feeling given to Xie Huan now is that it is extremely solid, without the sharpness or brilliance of a sword, but like rough jade, simple and pure.

Liu Mian also opened her eyes, flickered a few times, then closed them again.

Xie Huan swallowed the elixir, and continued to make tricks. The energy of Huo Ling was still extremely strong, and it was not time to suppress it, so he continued to consume it with his sword.

After more than a month like this, people came in from time to time in the hall. After a brief shock, they could find someone to ask about the situation, and then stayed honestly in the corner.

These people are either from the Alliance of Four Factions, or from the Tianlei Sect or Luoxia Island, so they are in small groups and rarely stand alone.

Finally, another month passed, and the hall was quiet. Everyone was used to the high temperature and quietness. Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound, and everyone opened their eyes one after another.

I saw that the sky above the hall was full of thunder and lightning. Behind Xie Huan, a statue of thunder appeared, and with a loud roar, he pressed down with his palm from the sky.

The Huo Ling's eyes were wide open, and he raised his hands to meet him.

"Boom!"

Two huge elemental spirits confront each other.

The elements of thunder and fire exploded immediately, spreading in all directions.

Under the shock, the small flags that Xu Wei sacrificed came out one after another, and then turned into ashes.

The entire hall trembled violently, showing signs of collapsing.

Xie Huan flew up, continuously making seals, thunder dragons formed from his arms, rushed down and struck the fire spirit critically.

The fire spirit's spiritual intelligence is incomplete, only the nature and energy of the whole body, but in the process of refining the spark sword, most of it was also consumed.

Xie Huan felt that the opportunity had come, so he made a sudden move.

"Boom! Boom!—"

Thunder dragons rushed into Huo Ling's body one after another, and the Dharma Aspect of Thunder suppressed it with a powerful palm. Huo Ling roared desperately, but his momentum became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, the Xinghuo sword slashed slightly, bursting into a burst of light, and with a sound of "Zheng", it directly split the fire spirit in half.

A large number of ghost fire projections gushed out of Huo Ling's body in an instant, shooting in all directions.

Xie Huan stretched out his hand to grab it, and the brand-new Xinghuo Sword flew into his hand in an instant, with flames flowing on it, and the hotness and coldness of the sword were intertwined, forming a mysterious and weird beauty.

Xie Huan glanced at the sword, then raised it forward, and shouted: "Come back!"

The deer spirit cauldron flashed a blue light, turned into the form of a deer spirit, and let out a long cry, and a multicolored aura emerged from the sky above the hall, covering those ghost fire projections.

Under the suppression of Lingguang and Qinglei, as well as the traction of the Xinghuo Sword, and Xie Huan's Yuhuo Jue.

Those will-o'-the-wisp projections had nowhere to go, they turned their heads one after another, turned into beams of energy, and shot into the Xinghuo sword.

Immediately, Xie Huan and the sword were completely enveloped by dark green flames, golden light flowed around him, and the flames couldn't hurt him at all.

On the brand new big sword, the light of the sword was scorching, and a line of seal characters shone again: A single spark can start a prairie fire.

(End of this chapter)