No one knew that when Chen Mo immersed his spiritual consciousness into the jade slip, he seemed to have seen a big fireball.

The fireball is like the scorching sun, and the surging flame tongues on it are stirring and rolling. These flame tongues seem to have spirits and are constantly changing. They sometimes turn into fire crows that look like birds, and sometimes turn into twisted fire snakes...

I don’t know how long it took, but these flame tongues stopped changing, stretched out thousands of threads of fire, and slowly connected to Chen Mo’s spiritual consciousness.

Not only that, the fire line was as solid as it was, as if it had entered Chen Mo's meridians. Although it was not burned, it still felt unbearable and it felt like it was bitten by countless insects.

In order to relieve such unbearable pain, Chen Mo couldn't help but find the books he had read these days. Almost out of instinct, he unconsciously formed a hand seal on the fire.

In an instant, the spiritual power in the body mixed with these hot fire lines and flowed desperately into the palm of the hand, but because the meridians were too weak, a burst of hot and swelling came from the feeling of fire.

At this moment, Chen Mo remembered a small handprint mentioned in the book, which accelerated the circulation of spiritual power without damaging the meridians, and then instinctively combined it with the Lihuo handprint.

"Wow..."

Immersed in my mind, a slight explosion sounded in Chen Mo's ears, and the spiritual power in his body leaked wildly, and all the abnormalities in the meridians disappeared.

He quickly opened his eyes and found that the fire was bright in front of him. His left hand had formed a handprint of Lihuo. His thumb, index finger and little finger were facing the sky. A small fire ball was floating above it, as if Chen Mo was dragging it up from the air with his hand.

The fireball is bright red all over, the core is a little yellow, and the temperature is extremely high. You can feel the hair being curled up from four or five inches.

"Just a fireball? Tsk tsk, it seems that you are not only poor in qualifications, but also have no understanding..." Old Qin's voice came, with disdain and a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Chen Mo glanced at him and said nothing. After realizing the "Flame and Fire Record", he found that the changes in the flame tongue were still clearly left in his mind.

By the way, he tried to use his spiritual consciousness to control the changes of the fireball in his hand, so that it could move closer to the agile flame tongues in his mind.

I saw the round fireball suddenly lengthened, forming a non-thick or thin line of fire, which kept twisting in the air, and the body gradually changed.

Old Qin was shocked and thought to himself that he had missed his eyes. After closer inspection, he found that Chen Mo's nose was covered with sweat and his palms were slightly trembling. This was a phenomenon that the spiritual power in his body was insufficient to support the fire spirit technique.

"Don't hold on, but I just realized the image of a fire snake. If you continue to do this, be careful to leave hidden injuries." Old Qin reminded him.

Chen Mo nodded and suddenly relaxed. The fire snake that was about to condense turned back into a fireball again.

Just as Mr. Qin was wondering why this kid hadn't dissipated the Fire Spirit Technique, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes suddenly opened and his eyes were staring at Chen Mo's palms.

The fireball in Chen Mo's hand did not dissipate, but changed its image again and turned into a firebird flapping its wings. However, he lacked spiritual power, and the appearance of this firebird was just rough.

Soon, the firebird disappeared, turned into a fire whip, and then turned into a fire arrow, and then turned into a small fire leopard...

Seeing the changing fireballs in Chen Mo's hands, Old Qin's brow trembled unnaturally. How many kinds of fire spirit images did this kid understand?

After all, Chen Mo did not hold on for long, and the fireball in his hand suddenly went out, and the spiritual power in his body had been exhausted.

He stared at his palm, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

This is spiritual art? This is the feeling of casting spiritual art?

"Boy, I ask you, how many kinds of fire spirit images have you realized?" Old Qin frowned and interrupted Chen Mo's thoughts.

He quickly bowed and said respectfully:

"A lot...there are many changes in the disciples' cultivation of shallowness and cannot be used, otherwise they should be able to perform even the fire and rain outside the sky."

"I'm so arrogant!" Old Qin was shocked, first denied, and then thought of what this kid had just revealed, but he was a little shaking.

"The True Record of Fire" is said to include the fire in the world. If ordinary people understand a kind of fire spirit, they are considered to have some understanding. If they understand three or four kinds, they will be content. Old Qin and Fire have been engaged in a lifetime. Thinking about the first time they came into contact with each other, they only understood nine kinds.

The boy in front of him was only exposed to the rubbings of "The True Record of Fire" and actually understood so many images of fire spirits, which surprised Mr. Qin.

"Old Qin, do you have too little understanding?" Chen Mo saw that Old Qin's face turned red and red, and he felt a little nervous in his heart and asked softly.

Old Qin stared at Chen Mo fiercely, and when he saw that he didn't seem to show off, he felt even more upset. Finally, he was so angry that he had to shout angrily:

"roll!"

...

The rooster was dawning, and a trace of white appeared in the sky and earth, and the fiery red light lingered in Chen Mo's bamboo wooden house.

A hot fire ball suddenly attacked a batch of wooden stakes in the bamboo house, burning for a while, then burst out flames and landed around the house.

"Crazy..." A bucket of springs poured straight down from above, but only extinguished most of the flames, followed by another bucket...

Chen Mo put down the wooden barrel in his hand and looked at the wooden stakes that were burned in front of him, which were burnt and dark all over.

In the past two days since returning from the Zangling Pavilion, Chen Mo has been practicing this fire spirit technique in addition to practicing.

However, Chen Mo's spiritual power is not enough to condense the fire spirit and attack the enemy. At most, he can only condense it out. If he can't fly far, he will exhaust his spiritual power and extinguish it.

However, even if you can only throw out a small fireball, Chen Mo was very satisfied. The fireball condensed by the Fire Spirit Technique is very easy to control, with extremely high temperature and extremely tenacious. Once it is touched, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which is very difficult to extinguish and has great power.

The only weakness is that using this fire spirit technique requires a strange fire-free hand seal. Even after two days of practice, Chen Mo will take one or two breaths to work hard. When he is really fighting with others, the enemy will definitely take strict precautions when he sees you, and the fireball will fly slowly. If the two are far apart, they may not hit him at all.

In order to solve this problem, Chen Mo also tried the lyricism that he had remembered in his mind many times, and found that what he said in "Spiritual Power Tongjian" was too simple. Now that he can't even find a way to practice, he has to give up for the time being.

There was something else that made Chen Mo very happy in the past two days, that was the fifth meridian and the remaining four meridians were opened. Chen Mo guessed that it would be possible to penetrate the remaining four meridians without a month or two, and then it would be considered a breakthrough in the second level of Qi training.

He was very excited because when that time comes, if the spiritual power in his body is sufficient, he will be able to condense a complete image of fire spirit and exert the true power of fire spirit.

You should know that only one fireball can not be called the image of a fire spirit. The true image of a fire spirit is inherently agile, just like a fire snake that can tangle, a fire crow can fly... and the fireball technique is just a normal spiritual technique.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo felt that "The True Record of Fire" was extremely precious and was more grateful to Mr. Qin for his support.

But what he didn't know was that although "The True Record of Fire and Fire" contains the true meaning of all fires, the requirements for understanding are too harsh, which is a well-known "unspark" in the cultivation world. Otherwise, no matter how much Mr. Qin admires Chen Mo, he would not be able to overstep his authority to give him the true mysterious spiritual technique.

It would be great if one day I could see the complete book of "The True Record of Fire"...

Chen Mo looked at the spiritual fields outside the bamboo house and was ecstatic. The spiritual fields of this sect have been divided into regular and the spirit valley seeds have been sown. There is no need to water or take care of them. Just wait for these spiritual valleys to sprout in two or three months.

"I don't know if the fields in the village have been planted. Grandpa and the third master are old and there are no young people around. Alas... After practicing Qi third level, you can go back to the village to take a look."

Chen Mo felt a little worried. Just after the end of the year, he missed the village more and more. Although he reached the third level of Qi training, he was just a young monk, even so, he could help the village many times. The senior brother once said that spiritual stones are extremely precious among the mundane world, and even a low-grade spiritual stone can be exchanged for a courtyard in the city.

There is no need to take the courtyard at that time, so you can take it back with a few more loads of food. By the way, Linggu must also bring it to the third master. He loves to drink and is in poor health...

I wonder if I can break through to the third level of Qi training and return to the village to visit relatives after the Ling Valley in the spiritual field matures next year?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo was no longer sad about autumn and sad about the moon. He cheered up and went out to find Lao Zhang. If he wanted to make a breakthrough, if he didn't work hard, he would just talk.
Chapter completed!