Breathe in and out, breathe naturally, and keep your heart unmoved.

Zhong Sheng entered a state of meditation, and the warm current throughout his body took on a completely new state

The warm current is formed by the converging of strands. If you zoom in, the individual units that form the warm current are...

"String!"

It's as subtle as a hair, sometimes curled up, sometimes straightened out, sometimes trembling into sheets, sometimes still into lines.

These most basic units generate strength when they vibrate, giving rise to the feeling of "warmth".

Zhongsheng drove the movement, and then a mighty warm current formed.

If in normal times, these tiny strings gather into pellets, they are in the inert stage.

Once driven by thoughts, from inertia to activity, it will turn into a warm current.

Warmth is heat and the source of strength.

Most of the countless string wires in the warm current have no vibration, and their utilization rate is extremely low.

"If all the string wires can be made to vibrate, the same amount of warm current will be enough to burst out several times the power."

Zhong Sheng woke up, this was on the battlefield, facing a strong enemy, even if he had an epiphany, he could not continue to study in depth.

Li Babai on the opposite side threw out the twine like a whip, and a sharp whistling sound sounded.

Boom!

The twine was as flexible as a snake's head. It got out of the way of the ancient sword and struck Zhong Sheng on the wrist with a heavy peck.

Zhong Sheng noticed that with this blow, the warmth entrenched in his arm was dispersed on the spot.

The warm current showed two extremes, half freezing on the spot, and half vibrating more and more violently.

The overall impact is that the warm current is out of control and completely chaotic.

My wrist bones are sore and numb, and I can barely hold the ancient sword.

"Zhurong form."

Zhong Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes burst out with fire. Eight or nine tongues of fire stretched out, swaying coquettishly, and knocked the twine away.

Hoo ho ho!

There was smoke in his nostrils, his throat was burning, and his breath was bursting with fire.

The ground beneath our feet also began to burn, leaving footprints and imprints.

Seeing this, Li Babai took a few steps back and looked at it with a sneer, how could such a spell last long?

Although the fire was fierce, it was nothing to be afraid of after it burned out its source and plummeted instantly.

"Vulcan Umbrella."

Zhong Sheng rotated the ancient sword, and the firelight gathered into a huge umbrella cover, rotating and cutting the air.

He held a fire umbrella and approached, compressing Li Babai's movement space.

The flames are billowing, tongues of fire are rising into the sky, and there is a burning smell everywhere.

The air is scorching hot, just like returning to the hot summer, making people sweat profusely and make their mouths dry.

In the woods around the clearing, Li Jiadao disciples exclaimed repeatedly. Withered yellow leaves kept falling, and they spontaneously ignited without wind, which was extremely hot.

Zhong Sheng still didn't feel exhausted because he seemed to have grasped the higher-level application of warm current power.

The past application of power was too rough and unsystematic, resulting in serious waste.

The pellets are inert, while the warm current is active. Each activation consumes power.

Once the loss is excessive and the string wire is exhausted, it must be replenished through Yang Judgment, or slowly restored with the Infinite Mantra.

Since practicing meditation, Zhong Sheng has studied the power of warm current more deeply.

When he tried to adjust it, he improved the utilization rate and stimulated the vibration of most of the string wires.

The direct impact is that the duration of the Zhurong state has increased several times.

"Li Babai, I'm going to roast you."

Zhong Sheng screamed, his chest almost burned through, and he opened his mouth to spit out a stream of flames.

Li Babai's robe has ripples visible to the naked eye, isolating the hot airflow.

He saw the flaming ball flying towards his face, he pulled out the twine, and the air was immediately torn apart.

The inflammation ball split into two halves on the spot, falling to the left and right sides respectively.

Li Babai felt severe pain in his fingertips. It turned out that the twine had already been burned so hot that it burned his fingers.

There is no way to retreat, fire is burning everywhere.

Most of the woods he had painstakingly transplanted were already shrouded in firelight.

Once the trees are burned to death and their vitality is gone, the Earth Escape Technique will have no effect.

"Little beast, you underestimated Li Jiadao's ability."

Li Babai made a finger gesture with one hand and pointed towards the sky, "Dragon King Sidu, listen to the order quickly and carry the water from the three rivers to put out the fire!"

A flash of light flashed from his fingertips, falling into the sky and outlining huge runes as high as the city wall.

The runes swished, scattered across the sky, and disappeared in all directions.

Zhong Sheng rushed in front of him, raised a huge fire umbrella, and smashed it over his head.

Li Babai felt bad, and regardless of the hotness of the twine, he quickly threw it out, making a thunderous whip sound.

The twine flew halfway, was rubbed by the hot air, and ignited on the spot.

In one breath, the line of fire spread rapidly and entered Li Babai's palm.

Li Babai was so hot that he quickly let go and blew cool air into his palms, only to hear a roar.

The fire umbrella fell upside down, trapping him in the center. There were tongues of fire everywhere around him, compressing towards the center.

Being in an umbrella is like being in a stove, with high temperatures everywhere.

It was only a matter of seconds before he was burned through his robes, and his whole body shrank into a ball of charcoal.

There was a thunderclap, the clouds split, and clear water poured out.

The sound of dragon roars bursts, bringing about a waterfall falling from the sky, falling crazily towards the open space here.

The moment water and fire come into contact, a large cloud of white mist rises, as if you are in a bathhouse.

The precipitation brought by Li Babai began to extinguish the surrounding fires, and the fire umbrella shrank rapidly.

The fire caused by Yang Punishment is difficult to extinguish with ordinary water, but the rain falling from the sky is caused by magic, which is unusual.

In the thick white mist, water vapor evaporated, but the fire was also extinguished one by one.

The scorching air gradually became cooler and no longer irritating.

Zhong Sheng thought it was a pity, stepped back and touched his chest.

In the past, by this time, the Yang Pen has reached its limit and is actively forced out of the body.

But this time, the battery life has been significantly enhanced, and we can still fight again.

This sudden rainstorm came and went quickly, and stopped in an instant

Perhaps because of Li Babai's face, he could only let Sidu Dragon King appear briefly, but now it's finally over.

The ground is full of stagnant water, and dark turbid water flows from the woods, mixed with coke particles, dyeing the soil black.

Zhong Sheng shakes off the dew from his clothes, Taoist magic is really extraordinary.

The breath that came from the clouds and rain just now was sacred and noble, different from the smelly and vicious smell of Naga at the bottom of the river.

In this way, he is a real dragon, not an extraterritorial poisonous snake usurping the throne

"You little beast, you're seeking your own death, you can't blame me."

Li Babai spread his hands and said solemnly, "Please ask the ancestor to whisk the dust."

The next moment, the spiritual light flashed and something condensed in the palm of my hand.

Three thousand strands of silk, as white as snow, leaving traces of the wind, spotless.

The whisk, originally used for sweeping, later evolved into a unique ritual tool of Taoism

Li Babai used to use hemp string as a long whip, which was extremely powerful. Now he uses a whisk, and the method is the same, both of which are strong and soft.

Zhong Sheng estimated that if he tried to cut it with a sword, he would probably not be able to cut it, but would be entangled with the silk whisk.

He took a few breaths, and the warmth in his body suddenly shrank, absorbing all his Dantian.

A small pill is golden and contains billions of strings. It is located in the middle of the tic-tac-toe column with perfect scores.

In the past, his strength could be released but not recovered. He would hit and charge hard for a while, but he would be unable to continue after exhausting his energy.

"Collect, collect, collect and hide."
Chapter completed!