Chapter 210 Refining Real Gold in the Fire, Planting Golden Lotus in the Fire

The ground fire becomes a column, breaking out of the ground from time to time, rising from the sky, breaking through the strata one after another, and most of the rocky mountain walls melt into juice.

Lingsheng's floor is already above more than 30 layers in the mountain and is no longer where the underground magma is located. However, the ground fire still breaks through the strata one after another, with almost no obstruction.

"This is indeed the immortal array."

The black monkey whispered, "The ground fire is powerful. After being hooked by the formation, it increases its power. Be careful, if a ground fire rises from your feet, you will follow in the footsteps of Huang Zhenjun.

Ling Sheng gave a hum, with a solemn look on his face.

"With this as the center, the radius is a wide range, all of which are array nodes." The black monkey said, "The formation node is the important part of hooking the ground fire, so the nearby fire pillar rushes to the sky. If you can escape from here, you can get out of danger."

There are countless pillars of fire around, and the heat comes one after another.

Originally, Ling Sheng was on the magma under the ground, and there was a foothold opened up by the earth fairy. Although it was still restrained, it slowed down. However, the pillar of fire here has been increased by the array, and Ling Sheng's foothold is the array node, which is more restrained.

The fire is blazing.

The five elements are compatible with each other, which is the fire.

I don't know when the two yellow scarf wrestlers turned into charms again. Ling Sheng picked them up casually and fled forward. However, Huang Zhenjun's prohibition was still unbroken and blocked Ling Sheng back.

The gap under his feet gradually cracked and the ground fire surged.

If a pillar of fire rushes up from the strata at Ling Sheng's feet, Ling Sheng knows that the body must turn into ashes.

In a short time, the pillar of fire around him gradually increased, almost turning into a continuous sea of fire, and the ground fire turned into a real fire, trapping Ling Sheng in the middle.

Ling Sheng sweated all over his body, and the true qi in his body gradually stopped.

"What should I do?"

Ling Sheng gritted his teeth fiercely.

The black monkey pondered for a moment and said, "Break through the clouds!"

Ling Sheng was stunned.

"If you break through the clouds, you will always have energy to protect the body, instead of barely maintaining it as it is now." The black monkey said, "After breaking through Yun Gang, when Gangqi condenses, unless there is a number of immortals, it is difficult for even the Xuanzhen Jun to break through in the three or two breaths condensed by Gangqi. With the three or two breaths condensed by this gas, it is not difficult to fly out of the ground.

The black monkey paused and frowned when he looked at Ling Sheng, "But the ban in your body has repeatedly blocked the way to break through Yun Gang. At this time, it is a fatal obstacle."

Ling Sheng looked at the countless pillars of fire around him, and his hair gradually curled, as if he had been roasted by the flames.

Flame roasting?

I have always heard of fire restraining gold, but there is another saying in the world: real gold is not afraid of red fire.

Since it is real gold, it is not afraid of fire refining.

Ling Sheng gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged, silently running his sword spirit.

It's not out of time, and the thirty-six weeks have passed, and the practice is complete and the sword is overflowing.

However, Ling Sheng still keeps running, and even touches the veins with sword qi to speed up the circulation of Jinqi and hit the platinum sword elixir.

The feeling of breaking through Yunang emerged again, but the resistance still rose, suppressing the force of the breakthrough.

Ling Sheng was not discouraged. He took out many bottles of herbal essence and drank it with his head up.

One bottle after another.

Seeing this, the black monkey showed a little relief and said in his heart, "The three talents of Xianzong, the fire refining real gold, it depends on your ability."

The real fire is surging according to the three talents, and the petrified rock is turned into a molten slurry.

How can real gold be afraid of fire? I planted golden lotus in the fire.

Ling Sheng crossed his knees in the middle of the flame, still burning, constantly running his skills, taking the essence of vegetation, and determined to break through the current realm.

Fire refines real gold!

Boom!

The ground under Ling Sheng's feet suddenly broke open, and a pillar of fire rose to the sky, covering Ling Sheng.

In an instant, Ling Sheng was submerged by the flames and disappeared.

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Thirty-six caves.

In the palace of the underworld.

The white golden elixir in the hand of the soul-making ancestor rotated smoothly, and more than 100 magic spells were condensed only between the wave of the soul-making ancestor and entered the white golden elixir.

The little Taoist boy was lying on the ground, his eyes were warm, his mood was ups and down, and it was difficult to calm down with great joy.

Suddenly, the soul refining ancestor had a meal.

Dao Tong was slightly stunned, but did not dare to ask questions. He just lowered his head and waited.

The soul refining ancestor released the white golden elixir in his hand, and its forbidden law lost its shackles and dissipated one after another.

When the Taoist child saw it, he almost exclaimed. Thousands of spells were clothed on this white golden elixir, and each spell was unfathomable. In the eyes of the Taoist child, it was the Taoist art that Yun Can's real person perform. Only immortals such as the ancestors can wave their hands to condense, and there is more than one spell.

Hundreds of spells were condensed between the ancestor's wave and into the white golden elixir. Even if the ancestor could condense hundreds of spells each time, it may be used more than a hundred times to condense into this 10,000 spell.

In order to condense these spells, the soul refiner took a lot of effort to hit the golden elixir, but this stunned god immediately caused the golden elixir spell to collapse. It's not a pity. The ancestor got up slightly, stood at the door of the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, looked far away, and said calmly, "It seems that you have some determination and perseverance."

"Before, I wanted to break my ban with the breath of the earth fairy, which was tantamount to a joke. Don't say that the remaining fairy spirit of the earth fairy, even if the earth fairy is close, it is difficult to break the ban of the ancestors."

"But you dare to break my prohibition in this way, which is commendable and determined."

The soul-making ancestor looked up and said, "Well, anyway, this ban will be broken, so I will help you. I hope you can become an immortal as soon as possible. When the ancestor comes to kill you, it can be regarded as an explanation with heaven and earth, confirming that my soul-making ancestor is not inferior to Li Taibai."

The words fell, and the soul refining ancestor waved his hand, and a large piece of gray light fell into the void in front of him.

Seeing this, the Taoist boy immediately remembered the Ling Sheng who drank fairy wine with his ancestors. He was extremely resentful and secretly said, "This damn bastard has made my chance to become a fairy again. If I really succeed, I will definitely kill him in the future.

The soul refining ancestor looked from afar and seemed to see the Zhongtang Mountain thousands of miles away, saw through the falsehood, and saw Ling Sheng in the countless ground fires.

"Children."

Suddenly, when he heard the ancestor speak, Dao Tong quickly bowed down and answered, "Tong'er is here."

"All the spells on the golden elixir have dissipated."

"Tong Er knows."

The Taoist boy bowed his head and answered, and his heart was inevitably bitter.

The ancestor said, "Since it has dispersed, let's condense again."

The Taoist child is both surprised and happy.

The soul-refining ancestor, dressed in gray, slowly turned around, silent for a moment, and waved his sleeve robe.

It's just a wave.

In the void, tens of thousands of spells emerge out of thin air, overlapping layers and difficult to count.

The Taoist boy was stunned.

As soon as the soul refining ancestor pressed it, he printed all the spells on the golden elixir and said leisurely, "The ancestor is not idle. I will help you refine this golden elixir in one fell swoop, saving a lot of effort."