Chapter 290 Seven Xuanhuo

A sacred flame, heaven and earth are respected, whether it is extremely prosperous, the sun, the moon and the universe.

Between heaven and earth, there was a majestic sound. Since the six-grade Xuanhuo came out, the flashing fire around was like worship, constantly pouring over. The tide was surging, reflecting the heavy face. The six-grade mysterious fire in front of him is also under the reflection of the firelight, greedily absorbing the surrounding breath, and the surging smell of fire is full of every corner. These hellish flames are now the best tonic for Zhang Chong.

Although the firelight is fierce, under the pressure of the six-grade Xuanhuo, there is no firelight that dares to approach Zhang Chong's whole body within a foot. People are noble and humble, and so is the flame. Even if this mysterious fire is no more than the level of six grades, its noble appearance cannot be erased at all.

Zhang Chongif is in the sea of fire, he can feel the continuous flashing of fire, and the flame of the mysterious fire has become more and more pure. Obviously, the environment here is very suitable for the cultivation of the sixth grade of the mysterious fire. Under the extinguished firelight, Zhang Chong's fingers flew up and down lightly. The Xuanhuo was like an elf, and wisps of breath poured in and out from Zhang Chong's body, closely linking Xuanhuo and Zhang Chong's body.

The hot temperature around is a feeling of burning people, but for Zhang Chong, there is no influence. His power of mind is completely attached to the mysterious fire and keeps running.

In his mind, he also remembered Yue's previous words. The seven-grade Xuanhuo has nothing to do with cultivation, but it is a complementary role. Your cultivation is still in the shape level, but you have cultivated the six-grade Xuanhuo, which is extremely rare. It is regarded as Lan Xiping. The cultivation has reached the anti-sky level, but the Xuanhe cultivated. The fire is only seven grades, and he can't go up another step, which is also shocking for him.

At present, the Xuanhuo greedily absorbs the essence of this flame, showing an extremely dazzling change. Although he has not broken through the transformation level, can he upgrade this Xuanhuo to another level?

This point, even Zhang Chong himself, has never thought of it. However, at this moment, it is extremely real happening in front of us. I can only hear a soft sound. From the place where the inner flame of the six-grade Xuanhuo is, it seems that something has broken, and the condensed ** quietly flowed towards the outer flame. In this ** Under use, the firelight constantly changes its color, becoming transparent and crystal clear, like a diamond, or a star-like color, shining brightly.

This change lasted for about two hours. The changing speed of Xuanhuo is extremely surprising. It rose to the seventh level without any suspense, making Zhang Chong's body feel extremely comfortable.

Silently, without any sign, the fire around seemed to have been discussed. At the same time, it extinguished, leaving a more brilliant seven-grade Xuanhuo, burning leisurely in that place. It was dark all around, with a feeling of coldness. This feeling makes Zhang Chong, who has just broken through the Xuanhuo, a little uncomfortable.

What will happen next? Zhang Chong couldn't think of it at all. However, this could not stop him from feeling a wisp of danger.

A silver-white color cuts through the silence.

The wind and frost is like a knife!!

In an instant, Zhang Chong had a feeling like falling into an ice cellar. The cold numbed every inch of skin on his body, as if to absorb all the energy in an instant. It can be regarded as the seven-grade Xuanhuo in Zhang Chong's hand, and in an instant, no heat can be emitted.

The silver-white color, accompanied by the cold, came overwhelmingly, cold and hot, but the change happened so quickly that it was completely unreacted. Almost in one breath, it turned into a silver-covered world, and the crystal-like magnificent scenery came out in the blink of an eye.

And Zhang Chong also became a part of this scenery. He had almost no resistance and was sealed in the frost, just like a sculpture.

Such a strong cold breath is completely irresistible to people. Zhang Chong's skin has turned pale. It seems that he has lost a trace of the ability to resist. The seven-grade Xuanhuo is slowly shrinking. However, if you look closely, you can feel that there is still a very thin passage between the Xuanhuo and Zhang Chong's body. Through this channel, Xuanhuo slowly returned to Zhang Chong's body and quietly protected his heart.

Zhang Chong's body felt great pressure that had never before. This pressure came from every inch of his skin. In addition to the cold, it also had an almost suffocating sense of oppression. Although he has the armor of the stars and the seven-grade Xuanhuo body, in the face of this endless sense of oppression, he does not have the power to counterattack.

In his right hand, he clenched the heart-eating stick and wanted to run the power of the mind to break the ice of this week's body. The power of the heart and spirit was running rapidly. Between the undercurrents surging, the breaths dispersed. Although it was extremely small, it was still slowly emerging.

However, what surprised him was that the power of the ice was much greater than he thought. The breath dissipated within a range of only a few tens of centimeters and stopped again. After that, it was useless to let Zhang repeat the urge over and over again, and there was no progress at all.

Just when Zhang Chong was annoyed, he found that the ice had produced a change again. The soft velvety white grains bloomed. These seemingly weak forces came and went freely in the ice, like a scavenger, erasing the breaths dissed by Zhang Chong.

It took a long time to disperse the breath. Under this change, it disappeared in an instant. How could this change not make Zhang Chong have an impulse to spit blood?

It seems that everything can only be done from the beginning, but this change is not bothered by Zhang Chong. There is no time for him to make any changes. Those velvet-like weak forces have begun to go around the heart-eating stick. Looking at its arbitrary attack mode, it is obvious that it will not break the heart-eating stick, so it will not stop. .

Under heavy pressure, the heart-eating stick made a very unpleasant "squeaky" sound, as if it was about to break in the next moment.

When Zhang Chong was unable to resist, he only heard a soft sound. The heart-eating stick in his hand actually produced a huge crack from the middle.

The heart-eating stick is as hard as this, and it actually broke. This scene was unexpected by Zhang Chong, and his mind is inseparable from the heart-eating stick. At this moment, there is also a feeling that it is almost disconnected.