Zong Si said with a solemn expression: "You are entering too fast. There has been no alien like you in the practice sect for decades. Since you are enemies with our sect by Guiyuan Temple, it is a problem for the young master to save your life. Today I will take you away."

Yi Tianxing in the flames smiled and said, "Have you taken me? I think I am a monster? It is reported that although the past three days are mysterious, they are not involved in the world, especially in the auspicious heavenly gate. There are countless cultivators, but it is strictly forbidden to get involved in the worldly struggle. You can't get along with me for a few times. Are you not afraid of the rules for the sect?"

Zong Si said coldly: "In just a few months, you have grown from an outsider who knows nothing, and you have a cultivation level that is not as good as me now. Does anyone know if you are a monster?"

Yi Tianxing heard him say something vaguely in his heart, grinned and laughed, and his white teeth looked particularly bright in the floating flames floating on his lips: "Is it a human or a demon? Is it up to your auspicious heaven?"

"Whether you are a human or a demon, if you dare to be an enemy of the young master, you will be dead." Zong Si replied coldly.

A soft sound of "bang!"

Not sure what, Yi Tianxing, who had been sitting cross-legged with the oil lamp to seize control of the fire element, floated behind Zong Si like a gust of wind, and pushed the fire palm and patted Zhong Zong Si's shoulder.

Zong Si let out a strange cry, and his whole body was hit by the palm and swept into the sky obliquely.

Yi Tianxing had just waited for a long time before waiting for this opportunity. Seeing him defending chaos in the air, he was not willing to miss it. He bounced his middle finger with his right hand and a piece of Zhuhuo shot towards his chest. Unexpectedly, the small oil lamp in the field was indeed powerful, and it seemed to have great attraction. He forced the Zhuhuo to slant several inches. It did not hit Zong Si’s chest, but rubbed his cheeks over, leaving a deep burn mark.

Zong Si groaned and drilled into the forest. He had a fire on his shoulders and didn't know where to go. Yi Tianxing looked at him, but he didn't know what method the kid used to actually put out the Lihuo that he had patted on his shoulder.

Although the barrier set by Zong Si had broken down, the fires in the forest were everywhere, and the green leaves and branches were burned to make thick smoke rise, and the forest was almost unaware of it. Although Zong Si escaped, the ancient oil lamp with a faint dark golden color still stayed in front of Yi Tianxing in an empty space.

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Yi Tianxing didn't care about chasing the injured Zong Si at this time. He thought that this man's cultivation level was lower than that of him and dared to take him back. It seemed that the broken oil lamp in front of him must be an amazing magic weapon. Thinking of this section, he watched the real fire in his body gushing out, and he kept spinning around the oil lamp, and could not be called back. So he couldn't help but feel a little afraid. He was worried and sat cross-legged in front of the oil lamp again, thinking about a way to deal with the magic weapon.

He thought that Zong Si should be seriously injured after being treated with his Lihuo Palm. Although the oil lamp and the "fire spirit" were dealing with him, the guy would not dare to go far, but he should not have the courage to attack him again. So he sat down peacefully and dug out the supreme method of the Buddha Sect in his mind.

"Although things are born, they do not accumulate or die, and they will not abandon all forms. Even though they are gone, they will not be destroyed." Yi Tianxing had a delicate heart, secretly wielding the mind of observing the picture, vaguely feeling that the fire element is similar to the true qi between heaven and earth, and also paying attention to the way to go, but he could never find a specific way, so he was a little anxious.

The Buddha's heart moved, and his spiritual consciousness was a little confused, but he felt the bird through the smoke in the forest.

The red bird was flying rapidly on the forest's wings, as if it was quite anxious.

The originally green forest tips were now dried up by the flames in the forest. In the clearings in the forest, Yi Tianxing sat cross-legged and struggled to fight against the magical powers of Kunlun Fire Spirit in the ancient bronze oil lamp. Deep in the forest tip, there were also a pair of evil eyes staring at him. Going past the top of the forest tip, you could see a red-bodied little bird rushing back and forth at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch, as if trying to rush into the forest.

"Don't come down." Yi Tianxing prayed in a silent voice.

He still has the power to resist, and he secretly uses the three flavors to sit in the meditation scriptures, and his inspiration is evident.

"When you go inside and out, you will be in and out, and you will be in the shadow of your heart."

As soon as the Zen Sutra was written, the remaining fire element in his body was slowly moving along somewhere in his abdomen. At first, it was thin, but gradually became thicker, forming a whirlpool like a rapid flow in water. He looked at himself secretly from the Heart Sutra and found this big vision, but he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster. However, no matter what, the absorbing power of the fire element was much greater than before. The fatal oil lamp slowed down a lot of the speed at which the fatal oil lamp absorbed his own fire element.

Yi Tianxing looked at the faint fire light in the oil lamp with his eyes. He really couldn't figure out that such an inconspicuous thing could have such great magical powers. At this time, he remembered that Master Binku, Guiyuan Temple, once mentioned that Jixiangtian was the best at refining weapons. When he was fighting against Zong Si, he saw that his cultivation was only a matter of err, but he forgot the magic weapon he might have with him. It was really foolish.

His eyes were watching several fire dragons in front of him, surrounding the oil lamp, but his spiritual sense was placed above the forest, paying great attention to Zong Si's actions and the little Vermilion Bird.

The top of the right side of the forest moved slightly.

Yi Tianxing knew that Zong Si was coming.

At this time, the fire in his body was spinning faster and it was gradually becoming equal to the absorbing power of the oil lamp, but Zong Si was coming!

Yi Tianxing was slightly panicked, not knowing that he should have taken care of that end first.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a spell sounding in the sky: "Zhen Li Kan Dui, Yi Zan help the general!" Zong Si, who was covered in darkness on his shoulders, rushed towards him with a sinister aura.

As this Taoist mantra sounded, the oil lamp in front of Yi Tianxing suddenly shone brightly, and a powerful force came from there. Several fire dragons that had been surrounded by the oil lamp were immediately attracted three points!

Yi Tianxing groaned, twisted his body hard, and avoided Zong Si's palm from heaven.

But the sect's body technique was strange, and it seemed to be invisible and intangible. Its body was surrounded by shadows, and sometimes stretched out a palm.

Although Yi Tianxing was extremely fast, most of his mind was tied by the oil lamp that was lit in the field. He sat cross-legged and could only get passively beaten, and he couldn't help feeling depressed. Although he reacted quickly, he was unable to move. In the end, Zong Si slapped a few palms. Although his body was solid and he would not be injured, the scorching pain on his shoulders still made him angry.

Anonymous fire broke out?

Yi Tianxing thought of this sentence in his mind, and the next moment he realized the way to the enemy. Zong Si floated like a ghost again, and he hit him with a vicious palm, and when he was about to hit him under his ribs, his mind moved, and the Dharma door quickly came out, and a ball of true fire oozed out from his ribs, burning Zong Si's palm.

Zong Si screamed strangely, and his left palm penetrated his armpit, and he wanted to hit him in the face with his right palm.

But although his body movement was strange and erratic, it was not as fast as Yi Tianxing's thoughts. Before his palm could touch his face, another ball of true fire came up.

Although Yi Tianxing's true fire in his body was playing the game of eagle catching chickens with the fire essential oil lamp, the remaining true fire was enough to deal with Zong Si's fists and feet.
Chapter completed!