Episode 1 Who Am I in a Different World Chapter 14 The First Layer of Heart Burning Tips

At night, quietly, a room in the small bamboo building was shining brightly.

Under the dim candlelight, Qi Mo held down his excitement, a prefecture-level skill! It is still a method of practicing the mind. Although it is only a lower product at the prefecture level, it is still a great opportunity for Qi Mo, who has just set foot on the innate. I didn't expect that as soon as I stepped into the innate, my predecessor prepared such a big gift for myself. Although the white light ball in the body and the black ring left by the dead father Qi Tianhan are not worse than the prefecture-level skills in his hand, those can't be touched at all now.

The black ring, from what my father said, must be 18 years old and be opened by his own blood. Qi Mo doesn't know why, but he thinks that Qi Tianhan told him that it is inevitable. With his reason, it's better not to open it at will. If you accidentally hang up, you can't guarantee that you wear it. A guy with twists and turns can wear it again.

As for the strange white light mass, Zimo has no memory. The memory of the existence of this thing seems to exist at all, but Zimo can be sure that there is absolutely no white light mass in his predecessor before crossing. So, it can only be said that this is brought by himself after crossing, but he It is untouchable. In the Niwan Palace, he can only faintly detect it, because Qi Mo, who has just entered the innate, has no divine consciousness, but only consciousness, so he can't enter the Niwan Palace to observe.

Forget it, don't care about that! Anyway, just don't hurt yourself. Zimo had no choice but to leave these two things alone.

Zimo sat cross-legged on the bamboo collapse, spread the cloth in front of him, bit his finger, and dripped a drop of blood on the cloth. Then, his eyes stared at the three gold characters with a faint golden light on the cloth silk - Burning Heart.

After Zimo dripped blood on the cloth, the golden light of the word "Burning Heart" on the cloth gathered, and the drop of blood turned into blood fog, dyeing the three words "Burning Heart" into blood red. A trace of obscure fluctuations rippled back and forth on the cloth.

Zimo nervously looked at what happened in front of him. When all three big characters were stained blood red, the cloth slowly floated up, and Qimo's expression remained unchanged. Obviously, he had a certain understanding of such a change. After all, his father Qi Tianhan also learned a prefecture-level skill, which was also a footwork, called- -Step in the sky!

According to Qi Tianhan, stepping on the sky is a middle-level footwork, and it is also an extremely domineering footwork! Step on the sky, step on the sky, step as its name, practice to the peak, and set foot on life and death! At the beginning, Qi Tianhan asked Qi Mo to learn the seven-star step, so that Qi Mo could lay a certain foundation for learning to step in the sky. Stepping on the sky is very strict on the physical requirements. If you want to determine the life and death of others, your body should also be able to withstand its hegemony. If the body can't bear it, and before stepping on others to death, it will collapse and die first, it will be a tragedy.

With the passage of time, about half a column of incense, the silk stopped fluctuating like water.

"Smile!" With a soft sound, the cloth silk turned into countless light spots, and in an instant, all of them entered Qi Mo's mind. Qi Mo only felt a "boom" in his mind, and there was a sharp pain. His mind seemed to be a big explosion, which made the "second master" whose hands were stained with blood clenched his teeth! Pain! The painful Zimo wants to shout! However, the five years of life and death of the underworld made Qi Mo fiercely endure this pain.

Zimo endured the hot pain in his mind, but after the pain lasted for a few breaths, the fire all over the sky and the dark flames filled Qimo's mind. It seemed that Qimo's mind had become a sea of fire at this moment, burning everything.

"Ah!" After the ink flame burned, Zimo finally couldn't stand it and let out a low roar of pain.

"Young man, are you all right?" An old voice full of concern came from another bedroom in the bamboo building.

The sound of care stunned Qi Mo. He hadn't been so cared for for a long time. His heart was warm, and then his voice faintly said with pain but with a trace of gratitude, "It's okay, old man, I'm sorry!" Sorry to disturb your rest!"

"As long as it's okay, it doesn't matter, young man, rest early. If you need any help, don't be polite to me. The old man said in a low voice.

"Well, okay."

At this time, Qi Mo did not know. There was a strange color in the old man's eyes. From his frown, it can be seen that there must be something in his heart.

......

In Zimo's mind...

The dark shadows all over the sky swept everything, burning crazily and roaring in that space. Zimo's consciousness was sucked into this illusory space and felt the feeling brought to him by the dark flame. Zimo, who was in the dark flame, only felt a deep fear from his heart, yes, fear! This ink flame seems to burn the soul. Although Zimo, who is in this illusory space, can't feel the pain, Zimo still feels a strong fear.

The ink flames are burning more and more fiercely, roaring and sweeping and galloping. Zimo's eyes condensed, because he felt that these burning flames were converging, and the speed was getting faster and faster!

About half an hour later, the ink flames in the whole illusory space gathered together and condensed together to form a long-haired man in a black robe. The man was about 20 years old, with a cold face and a pair of slender eyes stared at the place where Qi Mo stood in front of him. , but Zimo could sense that the man was not paying attention to himself. It was just a projection of a wisp of divine consciousness, which had lost its spirituality.

The man in black closed his eyes and then opened them. At the moment he opened, the domineering breath on his body rippled in an instant. Qi Mo only felt that the man was like an emperor, which made people want to kneel down and worship, so that he could not have any resistance.

"Predestined person, now you have my skills. I don't ask you to enter my door. I hope you can practice well and don't humiliate the skills I have created with all my life!"

In Zimo's mind, the man's majestic voice suddenly sounded. Zimo listened attentively.

"Burning the heart, what is the heart and how to burn it?! In the first half of my life, I have been thinking about these two problems. Later, I finally figured out that my heart is not a thing, burning, ..., because my heart died, I created this skill, and I hope I can practice it well! In addition, I am the Fire Emperor, and I have an enemy named Red Fire Old Man. If you can, please kill this man for me. Of course, I will not let you suffer for nothing. I have saved my life in a secret place, and the key to open is in the hands of the Red Fire Old Man. However, it cannot be opened without my spiritual imprint and opening method. All right, accept the brand! The last trace of my divine knowledge will also dissipate... Rou'er, how are you..."

After a burning effort, the man in black talked about the origin of the heart-burning decision, and the last sentence was full of sadness, which made Qimo's consciousness sink.

When the words of the man in black robe fell, the man in black robe condensed by ink flames turned into countless stars and quickly arranged into words (the text of the Chen Tomb Continent is not emphasized, so as not to introduce trouble. There is no explanation.), the three big ink characters - burning hearts, flashed away, and then the words blended with Zimo's consciousness. At the end, in the outside world, a dark fireprint "sud" penetrated into Qi Mo's eyebrows and dissipated without a trace.

Two hours later, Qi Mo slowly opened his eyes, and there was an extremely dark flame imprint floating quietly in the depths of his pupils...

Zimo, sitting cross-legged, slowly deep in the palm of his right hand, palm up, "Puff!" A dark flame about the size of a child's fist quietly floated on the palm of Zimo's hand. When the ink flame came out, the air in the whole bedroom was cold.

"Burning heart, it's the first floor!" Zimo, the corners of his mouth are upturned.

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