Xiang Tianya really feels that he is wronged!

OK, yes, he admitted that he has never lost any romantic debts since childhood, but even if he is a bit of a bastard in matters of men and women, he never lie.

The oath is very mysterious. One day the promise that he said casually was taken seriously, but what should I do if I was recognized by the Heavenly Dao as the inner demon in the future? So what if he can't do it? He never promises, and it's even more impossible.

Promising whom woman will last forever - he is a clan who is not destined to be a clan and will never be connected to her. This kind of love will never be changed forever. It is terrible to think about it.

To sum up, he could swear to the sky, and he had never messed with this female cultivator named Qianqian.

But she seemed to know him.

Few people know that he is a martial arts practitioner. The Xiang family is a small family. His father is just a foundation-building monk and only knows the most basic spells. What he gives him is only magic. His sword... is learned from a mortal.

of.

After his father was destroyed by his dantian and became a mortal, he took his father to the mortal world. "It's nothing bad to be a mortal." He said silly at that time.

It was in the mortal world that he met someone who taught him sword skills.

A mortal, a drunkard, a mortal who wandered for half a lifetime and died of drinking. He didn't understand what cultivation was, or what martial arts was, but he had already entered the Tao with martial arts.

Xiang Tianya felt incredible: "How did you practice your knife?"

"How can I practice, kill people." The other party said lazily, "What are you doing? Want to learn?"

At that time, he thought, "Don't he want to be a mortal, it would be good to find something to do, so he agreed: "Tell me."

"Get the wine." The other party waved his hand, "If you want to learn my knife, you have to learn to drink first, and you must get drunk. Only when you get drunk will you stop!"

Three months later, on a cold winter night, he died of drunkenness on the prostitute's belly, covered in alcohol, and his hair was only half white. He didn't know who the "master" was named, and he didn't know who he was.

Where did he come from and what kind of stories he had, he just buried him with the customs of mortals.

The spirits poured through his grave.

Then, his father could not let himself be a mortal and died of depression. When he was dying, he told him: "I am punished for you, but I don't want to lose your path. You have to practice hard and seek the great way."

My father had such difficulties because of himself, and Xiang Tianya was not able to go against his last wishes. After thinking about it, he simply became a martial artist.

The cunning rabbit has three holes, and its unique skills are easily remembered. Therefore, when he goes out, he sometimes uses magic, sometimes sword, and rarely uses swords. Yin Miaomiao still doesn't know that he is a martial arts practitioner.

But Qianqian knows this.

She suppressed him with every move, as if she had fought with him more than once, or had worked with him many times.

"You woman," wiped the blood off the lips at Tianya, with sharp eyes, "Who is it?"

Qianqian seemed to want to say something to him, but when he spoke, he sneered: "You don't have to know."

"It's almost time." The twin sister clenched her fists and said, "I'll deal with him for you."

"No need." Qianqian took out a scroll, "I will settle my grudge with him myself."

Xiang Tianya felt bad intuition, so he hurriedly stepped back, and saw the sister punching him and forcing him back to his original position. Qianqian unfolded the scroll and muttered the words: "Abide by the orders of our ancestors, and bear the blood contract of all beasts...

As urgent as the law! Sword and tiger, go!"

A huge tiger rushed out of the scroll.

Xiang Tianya took a breath. This spiritual power fluctuated, at least a seventh-level monster. Who is Qianqian? He thought about it and thought that these two girls were obviously in the same group, but they pretended not to know each other.

I'm afraid that there was a premeditation, and the following situation may not be optimistic.

Jianhu roared and rushed over. He resisted it twice, and knew he was defeated, so he simply put it to death and survived. He was hit by Jianhu's claws and fell into the cave behind him.

Qianqian took back the sword tiger, looked at Xiang Tianya's disappearing figure, and thought to himself: Let's write it off in this way.

Not long after, Zhang Feiran and his twin brother came out.

Qianqian withdrew his mind: "Those people..."

"It's all solved." The brother handed her Cailuan in his arms.

Qianqian looked down at the dying Five-Feathered Colorful Luan, breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking for a moment, he was still worried, and set up another formation and explained: "It's important to be serious, so it's better to be careful."

Everyone had no objection. The sister said, "The people from Danxin Sect are about to arrive."

Danxin Sect is one of the seven major sects. The disciples under the sect have poor overall strength. However, they are very good at alchemy and pharmaceutical production. They have a good reputation in the fourteen continents and have a place in front of the three major sects. The Ji family tried their best to get to the top of the guests.

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"Everything is ready, only the east wind is not available."

***

It is said that the ninth layer of the eighteenth floor hell is the hell of oil pan. After the prostitute dies, the prostitute has to put the oil pan into the oil pan and boil it.

Yin Miaomiao suspected that he had missed these two things in his previous life, and only suffered this time today. The rolling magma is much more terrifying than the oil pan.

She kept using her spiritual power to wrap her whole body so that she could not be swallowed by the magma. If it were someone else, she might have exhausted the spiritual power of the dantian and died soon, but she would not, because the magma was really very rich underground.

fire aura.

There is only fire spirit, and there is no air.

A monk can still survive without air. A spiritual energy can replace oxygen to maintain the normal work of each organ, but without air or spiritual energy, it is basically a dead end.

Therefore, she has now entered an extremely strange state, without breathing, and relying on the heart to introduce fire spirit to maintain life and prevent her body from being burned to death by magma.

It is unimaginable and very consistent with the objective laws of this world.

But this is not a long-term solution. She cannot maintain this state forever and must find a breakthrough as soon as possible. Now her whole body is wrapped in thick and sticky magma (it seems weird if you think about it). She cannot cast spells, so she can only use her spiritual sense to observe.

The surrounding environment.

The magma layer is very deep, like a river flowing in all directions at a slow and regular speed.

Yin Miaomiao still remembers the shock when he first read "Travels in the Center of Earth". The mysterious and magnificent underground world unfolded one by one with the author's brushstrokes, as if there were still mammoths living deep underground.

She was fascinated by Verne's wonderful imagination.

And now, she saw the underground world with her own eyes.

There is no masturbation! elephant!

But it is still magnificent and heartbreaking.

She was shocked, constantly extending her spiritual sense, trying to find the origin of the magma flow. It was very deep and far away, and Yin Miaomiao's spiritual sense could not be explored.

But she did not give up. The red line loosened and turned into a flexible red snake. One end tied her waist and the other end tried to swim towards the source.

Knowing that he had no worries about his life for the time being, Yin Miaomiao was particularly calm, and the large and small circles were circulating at the same time, and his spiritual power was constantly consumed and replenished.

After a while, she felt that the speed of her great circle had become faster, and the fire spirit was so rich that it turned into fog. She was shocked and continued to work hard.

After another extremely long time, her spiritual sense touched a mass of things.

It is another spiritual sense, very warm, soft and very tolerant.

Yin Miaomiao was inexplicably close to it. She no longer stepped forward, but greeted him from a distance: "How are you?"

No response.

She waited patiently and repeated again.

This time, the other party responded to her: "Okay."

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You are a human monk."

"yes."

"I'm not."

"Who are you?"

"fire."

Yin Miaomiao understood: "Earth Fire?"

"Yes." It said.

In addition to humans, monsters, spiritual plants and other lives, there is also a thing called heavenly treasures, which means treasures given by God. They are born according to the destiny of heaven, without father or mother, and are not born through any reproduction method.

It is a gathering of spiritual energy in the world.

It may be a flower, a tree, a fruit, or a monster, a piece of soil, a drop of water, a ball of fire.

No matter which one it is, once it is born, it will cause competition among monks, and blood flows into a river, and it will be spared.

Yin Miaomiao didn't expect that he would really meet such a treasure in his lifetime, but he was still a treasure with spiritual consciousness: "I have something I want to ask you for help."

"I'm just a ball of fire."

"The magma flow underground can lead to any place. I want to leave here and return to the ground. Please help me."

"I don't have that ability." It said, "I just fire, it just burns."

Yin Miaomiao felt deeply regretful, but she immediately adjusted: "So, can I practice with you?"

"Can."

Yin Miaomiao got permission and asked the red line to pull herself closer, and she also saw the true face of the earth fire.
To be continued...