Chapter 9 Wu Meng's Madness

Sanyang is really hot!

This is the name of the flame wrapped around Yi Qing's fingertips at this moment, and it is also a new magic power obtained by Yi Qing from the mysterious map in his mud palace pills.

The so-called natural things are born to feed people, and the way of heaven in the dark gives people the fire of the three ways of life. Fuhuo, Luhuo, longevity fire, when combined, it becomes Sanyang real fire. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "people die like lights out", which implies that once the fire on people is extinguished, it is the moment of death.

And the predecessors of the ancient Taoist sect created this flame magic power based on the Sanyang real fire on the person. Although it is not as domineering as the true fire of samadhi in the Taoist door, burning the sky and destroying the earth, but for all the breath between heaven and earth, it is especially domineering than the true fire of samadhi.

It is rumored that in the hands of the ancient predecessors, as soon as Sanyang's real fire came out, even the aura of the world around it would burn. What's more, let's talk about these yin qi, corpse gas and many other breaths between heaven and earth in front of us.

The message of Sanyang's real fire flashed in his heart, and the corners of Yi Qing's mouth did not feel an arc bent. The next moment, Yi Qing's feet suddenly moved, and in an instant, he pulled out a vague virtual shadow, like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had come to the side of a walking corpse.

Without thinking about it, Yi Qing pointed to the eyebrows of the walking corpse in an instant.

Bang!

You can obviously feel the jumping Sanyang real fire at your fingertips, quickly jumping into the body of the walking corpse, domineeringly burning all the evil breath in the running corpse. However, between breathing, the walking corpse fell softly.

The witchcraft previously performed by Wu Meng in this line of corpses was broken in an instant in front of Sanyang Zhenhuo and restored to an ordinary corpse.

Seeing this effect, Yi Qing's eyes also flashed a trace of satisfaction. However, immediately, his face changed slightly, and there seemed to be a faint helplessness.

It seems that I can't afford this magic power.

Feeling the rapidly consumed mana in the body, Yi Qing smiled bitterly. It's just that Sanyang's real fire in the initial state has to consume so much of its own mana. Sure enough, the magic power on the mysterious Taoist map is not something that ordinary people can practice. There is not so much mana.

The universe in the sleeve, Sanyang real fire, a cultivation can only be used as a storage space until now. I don't know how long it will take to practice to have a trace of ancient magic power. As for the new one recently, I can't afford it.

But who calls himself that there are only these means? At a secret glance at Luo Chen's brother and sister who stood in place and looked extremely relaxed, Yi Qing was really a little jealous at this moment.

Of course, this is just a delusion in his heart in an instant. The next breath, Yi Qing, has already rushed to the side of another walking corpse, and concocted the Sanyang real fire in his hand. Since the mana is consumed quickly, he can only speed up his efficiency.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this instantaneous scene, Wu Meng's face suddenly looked gloomy as if he could drip water. He quickly glanced at the corpse in the blood pool and suddenly gritted his teeth. The stick in his hand burst out dozens of faint lights in an instant, and dozens of walking corpses fell on the outermost one by one.

Suddenly, these walking corpses suddenly opened their eyes.

"Hor!"

Yi Qing was about to point to the eyebrows of the walking corpse in front of him. Unexpectedly, the walking corpse in front of him suddenly roared, and the iron-like dry arm suddenly blocked Yi Qing's stretched out right hand. Then one foot had suddenly bounced up like a spring, with a gust of wind and kicked Yi Qing fiercely.

Fortunately, Yi Qing practiced martial arts, reacted quickly, and dodged in an instant. It's just that I was caught off guard by the walking corpse's arm just now, and it was a little painful at this moment.

The dark heart was awe-in-minded, but after all, it was a dead thing. It only dodged for a while. While the walking corpse did not react, the next moment, Yi Qing's sword finger was mercilessly located in the eyebrows of the walking corpse.

Looking at the walking corpse in front of him falling softly, there was no joy in Yi Qing's eyes. He couldn't help looking back at Luo Chen's brother and sister, who were still standing still indifferent. When he saw Luo Chen smiling at his eyes and revealing his silver teeth without mind, Yi Qing felt that his eyes must be more resentful at this moment.

"Kold, let me meet you."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from beside him, which made Yi Qing's expression immediately condensed. With his eyes slightly raised, Wu Meng didn't know when he had come not far in front of his eyes. He was looking at himself with a cold face, without hiding the murder in his heart.

Although Wu Meng looks extremely old, he is extremely fast. With the out of the obscure spell, the stick in Wu Meng's hand pointed, and a thick light was already like a gloomy black python, with a strange breath under Jiuyou, biting at Yi Qing fiercely.

Yi Qing couldn't help but pause in his eyes, and he was a little afraid of Wu Meng's witchcraft from the beginning. After all, it is a kind of mysterious art as famous as the ancient Taoist sect. I only have a general understanding of the few pens in the Taoist sect classics, and I know nothing about the rest.

Feeling the gas that shrouded in an instant, Yi Qing also understood that he was definitely not able to retreat. Immediately, two cold flames suddenly ignited in the cold eyes, and then took a deep breath.

"I hope you are as powerful as the ancient rumors." The Sanyang real fire dance wrapped around his fingertips suddenly soared. Yi Qing's eyes were cold, and he faintly scratched a trace of fierce determination.

The next moment, the finger suddenly bent, and then suddenly flicked, and the Sanyang real fire in his hand came out in an instant.

However, at the same time, Yi Qing's mind moved, and the seal of the heavenly master in the universe in his sleeve also quietly appeared in his hand. With Yi Qing's cautious nature, he will naturally not do uncertain things.

It is that this Sanyang real fire is really not useful, and it can also use the magic seal of the heavenly master in time to resist, so as not putting yourself in danger completely.

"Hey hey, the small door is really popular, and I want to compete with the great witchcraft. Even if your predecessors are here, they dare not be so big.

Seeing Yi Qing's behavior, Wu Meng sneered directly. Suddenly, there was a kind of disdain for the young man who had always been cautious in front of him. I thought the young man would take out the seal of last night to resist.

I didn't expect it to be so big that I wanted to compete with my witchcraft with a kind of Taoist real fire. In the dim yellow eyes, the cold flame jumped, and it seemed to be boiling.

"Zizi..."

Before Wu Meng's words fell, the Sanyang real fire that Yi Qing popped up was in contact with the fierce light. There was no imaginary roar, but it seemed that a little spark had fallen into the oil pan.

Suddenly, it was a strange feeling that the Sanyang real fire was a little bigger, but the thick light rush was a meal, and there were faint signs of collapse.

"How is it possible?" The sneer at the corners of Wu Meng's mouth had not completely fallen. Seeing such an unexpected result, he couldn't help exclaiming. He looked at the small burning red flame in front of him, and looked a little unbelievable.

"It's okay!" Seeing this, Yi Qing was secretly relieved in his heart, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes. It can really break this witchcraft! Looking at what it looks like now, the faint light previously exerted by Wu Meng seems to have become the firewood of Sanyang Zhenhuo.

Sanyang's real fire was burning in mid-air, and it seemed to be a little stronger at this time.

"Wuxi Meng, it seems that you are the one who made it up."

Feeling the control of the Sanyang real fire in mid-air, Yi Qing looked at Wu Meng with a shocked face in front of him and suddenly said with a smile. It's just that in my eyes, it's getting colder and colder.

He did not forget the strange corpse in the blood pool. At this time, the sense of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. And the source of uneasiness is naturally the corpse soaked in the blood pool.

The corners of his eyes quickly glanced at the body in the blood pool, and Yi Qing's face was more solemn. It seems that the lines on the face of the corpse are more complete.

Immediately, he stopped talking nonsense and pointed to the Sanyang real fire in the air. Sanyang Zhenhuo suddenly roared at Wu Meng according to Yi Qing's heart.

"Humph!" Hearing Yi Qing's words, Wu Meng snorted coldly, and the shock on his face immediately convered. With a smile on his face, he suddenly put down the stick in his hand.

Then the dry and slender ten fingers, accompanied by the strange syllables spit out of the mouth, unexpectedly swayed quickly. Countless black faint rays are scratching at the fingertips.

The next moment, a drop of bright red blood suddenly rushed out between Wu Meng's eyebrows and fell over the fingertips of the ten fingers. As soon as he came into contact with those faint lights, the blood suddenly surged, and in an instant it turned into a fist-sized blood flame.

"Doesn't there be no flame in my witchcraft? Look at my blood flame!" With a sneer, the blood flame suddenly swept out and hit the attacking Sanyang real fire.

"Zizi..."

As soon as the two flames touched, there was still a sizzling sound coming out. Then in Wu Meng's sudden shock, the appearance of the blood flame suddenly became chaotic. The next moment, I saw the Sanyang real fire suspended in mid-air, which was as big as a circle out of thin air.

"I know, this is Sanyang's real fire! Who the hell are you to learn this kind of ancient magic power!"

Seeing that the blood flame he displayed did not have any resistance in front of the local flame, Wu Meng's eyes suddenly scratched a trace of panic. In front of the small flame in front of him, a sense of crisis suddenly rose. The next moment, it seemed that he suddenly thought of something, and suddenly there was an exclamation.

At this time, Wu Meng looked at the young man in front of him, and there was already a trace of panic in his eyes. Who is this boy? How can this ancient magic power Sanyang really fire?

Sanyang real fire, burning all breaths! For witches, this kind of real fire is more tricky than the world-famous Sanmai real fire.

"Huh!" Hearing Wu Meng's exclamation, Yi Qing was also slightly puzzled. Wu Meng could actually recognize his Sanyang real fire. This kind of magic power is not recorded in most classics. Even he himself got the relevant information from the mysterious Taoist map. He didn't expect that Wu Meng could recognize it.

However, he was just a little surprised. He caught a glimpse of the blood that jumped into the corner of his eyes, and Yi Qing's face suddenly flashed a strong murderous moment. It's not too late. It's better to get the result of this Wu Meng as soon as possible. No matter what weird he is, without Wu Meng, something will not happen.

"Hahaha, you forced me to do this!"

Seeing the undisguised murderous intention on the face of the young man opposite, Wu Meng's heart suddenly trembled, and then there was a strange smile on his face.

The unscrupulous laughter is full of a sense of madness.