longevity road trip

Hundreds of virgins with beautiful faces were packing the banquet.This time, the Golden Core Ceremony of Zhengyang Sect, but it lasted for three days, and ended in a hurry.There was a feeling that the storm was about to come in everyone's heart, and they had no intention of celebrating. After doing their due diligence, these people left in a hurry.

Some of the monks of the Golden Core family who participated in the Golden Core celebration were delicate and quick-witted. They saw from some clues that something was wrong. There were also some Golden Core monks who were well-informed. Monk, the matter of all missing.

Liang Cheng, Ma Hua, Zhao Wuxie and the others had just sent the last fellow Taoist away. They smiled and smiled, and they immediately became as cold as ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month. The three of them turned into three rainbows of different colors, moving towards Zhengyang. The peak flew away.

About half an hour later, in the sect hall, there was often Nian Liang Cheng and several of his Jindan real people sitting cross-legged on the futon, each with a very serious expression.

A red light flew in from outside the door of the main hall. Chang Younian, with mana covered in his hand, grabbed it from a distance and pinched the sound transmission jade slip in the palm of his hand.His divine sense penetrated into it, and after looking at the news inside, he threw the blue jade slip to the others in the hall.

Chang Younian didn't look at other people's expressions. He kept moving. In front of him, golden light flashed. A golden pen and a jade plate appeared in front of him. At a point on the jade plate, the majestic aura fluctuated and rose suddenly, with Zhengyang Peak as the center, dispersing in all directions, and more than a hundred miles away, all shrouded in an invisible magic formation.

Ma Hua took the jade slips first, and looked intently, like a ferocious beast, stood up abruptly, with short hair on top, and the roots stood up like silver needles, "Junior Sister Xie is dead!"

When Liang Cheng, Xu Youdan, and Zhao Wuxie heard the news, their faces were extremely ugly.

Liang Cheng took a deep breath, and then asked Chang Younian in a deep voice: "Master Xie, Junior Sister Xie should be on the side of the Ice Spirit Mine, right? Under the control, even the True Monarch in the early Yuanying period can delay for less than half an hour, logically enough for the junior sister to ask for help from the sect, so it could be that Xuanmuzong and the others did it."

Chang Younian didn't respond to Liang Cheng, he held his breath, deep purple mana continuously poured out of him, and merged into the golden pen and jade plate.

The jade plate exuded layers of blue light, and in front of him appeared a map with Zhengyang Peak as the center, covering a radius of [-] miles of Zhengyang Sect.

Chang Nian kept moving. He hummed a long spell in his mouth. With his own mana, he waved the golden pen and volleyed on this illusory map that occupied most of the entire Zhengyang Sect. , Spirit Valley, Water Pulse and other array nodes, quickly clicked several times.

After doing this, Chang Younian's aura was instantly depressed for most of the time. He put away the golden pen and jade plate, and with a tired voice, facing Liang Cheng and the other senior brothers, he shook his head and said:

"Perhaps it is. The news sent back by Junior Sister Xie only said a mysterious word, but even if the cultivation base of Xuanmu Patriarch Yuanying was in the middle stage, it should not be able to break through the formation in a short time, destroying the formation." Kill Junior Sister Xie, so that Junior Sister Xie can't even get a complete message."

Unless Xie Ping walked out of the icy sky and snow scene by himself, this point, he often thought about it, but he immediately threw it out.

Dangdang

After the Great Formation of the Protecting Sect was aroused, the Bell Tower of the Shocking Dragon Sect on Zhengyang Peak, and eighteen sub-bell towers evenly distributed throughout the Zhengyang Sect, also rang loudly, and the bells sounded brilliantly

The bell rang throughout the Zhengyang Sect, and many disciples who were meditating and cultivating were awakened one by one.

"What's the matter with the Zongmen to ring the startling dragon bell?" A foundation-building monk with gray hair and casual clothes flew into the air with a magic weapon, looking in the direction of Zhengyang Peak. Confused, he just came back from the Zhengyang Peak celebration, and his butt is still not hot.

"Dangdangdang", the bell rang once every few breaths, 36 times in a row.

At the entrance of the main hall, a shocking rainbow dissipated the blue light. Old Ancestor Wang put his hands behind his back. In his long sleeves, he pinched blue veins with both hands, but his expression was indifferent, "Except for You Nian, others will follow me. Come."

"Ancestor, do you know who killed Junior Sister Xie?" Ma Hua asked in a deep voice.

Chang Younian, Liang Cheng, Xu Youdan, and Zhao Wuxie were all silent, trying their best to calm down their anger. They hoped to get some news from Old Ancestor Wang. As for whether they could get revenge, then Another said.But they always have to know the ins and outs of this matter. Since the other party has taken action, if these people meet, they will end up similar to Junior Sister Xie.

The death of the rabbit and the fox are sad, but this is the case

"This matter, the old man is only a few eyebrows. But there is one more important thing in front of me. The young master of Xifeng Pavilion is outside the sect. I will go out to greet him first. For other things, I will send this young master Chu away. Besides, otherwise, the catastrophe of annihilation is imminent."

Old Ancestor Wang put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists. He couldn't be sure whether it was the Xuanmu Old Monster from the Xuanmu Sect or the Li surnamed boy from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect. Who did it this time, and this matter seemed to be involved. When he arrived at the behemoth of Xifeng Pavilion, things were so delicate that he also had a headache.

However, things have to be dealt with one by one. Zhengyangzong can't move here, so things can't be avoided.

All kinds of thoughts flashed by, Wang Laozu forced himself, "Come out with me to meet the other party, don't be rude and give him a mouthful"

In the hall, except for Chang Younian, the other four people flashed out of the hall, and together with Wang Paozu, they turned into a startled rainbow, with different auras, across the sky, and disappeared

Wang Laozu led Liang Cheng, Ma Hua, Xu Youdan, and Zhao Wuxie, the four Jindan cultivators, and flew out of Zhengyang Peak in a blink of an eye, heading towards Qiyunzong in the southeast.

High in the sky, the wind was blowing.

However, before they flew out of Zhengyang Zongmen, Wang Laozu sent a voice transmission to the four Zongmen Jindan and told them to stop. , clasped his fists neither humble nor arrogant and said: "Zhengyang Sect Changshen, led the door to Jindan, I have seen Xifeng Pavilion Chu Shaozhu and Songming Zhenjun."

After Wang Patriarch finished speaking, there was nothing around except the whistling wind, but Wang Paozu's face remained unchanged, his eyes were fixed on a certain place in the void, after a few breaths, there was a flash of inspiration in that place, a jade car suddenly appear

Chapter 276 Corpse Demon Liquid

"I have seen True Monarch Changshen." A graceful young man, Chu Yu, stepped down from the jade carriage and stepped on the white clouds that lingered around the jade carriage. Behind him was two beautiful maids, graceful and graceful.

As for the middle-aged cultivator Songming Zhenjun in blue, after getting out of the car, he looked at Old Ancestor Wang and his group without making a sound, but nodded towards them.

"I have seen Young Master Chu, Zhenjun Songming." The four people behind Wang Laozu bowed to Chu Yu and Zhenjun Songming, who came down from Yuzhao.

"The Xifeng meeting has only been apart for more than ten years. Young master Chu has already cultivated to the late stage of foundation building. When the old man was at the age of Young Master Chu, he had only just established the foundation. It really made the old man ashamed." Old Ancestor Wang stepped forward. One step, after approaching, he said slowly.

"It's just that the ancestors took a fancy to it, and Chu Yu was lucky enough to build the foundation. How can I get into the eyes of the true king. This time I came to Zhengyangzong, but I followed the order of the ancestors, and the true king must have known it. , I don’t know if Zhenjun can bring something,” Chu Yu said calmly.

He understands that the other party's True Monarch Yuanying is looking at the face of his own ancestor, Venerable Xifeng, otherwise, no matter how talented he is, as long as his strength does not reach the Nascent Soul stage, he is not qualified to be on an equal footing with the other party.

In the land of Nanzhou, from ancient times to the present, there are so many geniuses, but I don't know how many have fallen.

With a smile on his face, Old Ancestor Wang stretched out his hand. An apricot-yellow sword box appeared in his hand. He opened the sword box and said to Chu Yu, "Young Master Chu, this is my Zhengyang Sect from Wanjianmen. The inheritance sword that I obtained, I also invite Master Chu to serve."

The apricot-yellow sword case, with a hazy aura, slowly flew from Patriarch Wang's hand to Young Master Chu, and landed in his hand. Chu Yu opened the sword case and looked at the rusty sword. Jianmen inherited the sword. He saw a golden storage bag beside the sword. He didn't have any surprises on his face. He understood what Wang Patriarch meant. He slapped it on and closed it Sword box, said to Patriarch Wang:

"What does Zhenjun want to know, if there is something I don't know, then Chu can't do anything about it."

"I don't know if Young Master Chu knows what Li Jingqing is using, and moved Venerable Xifeng." Old Ancestor Wang thought for a while, and then asked through a sound transmission.

Chu Yu didn't reply, he shook his head.Venerable Xifeng only told him to come to Baimang Mountain, collect the six inherited swords from Wanjianmen, and bring them back to Xifeng Pavilion. Venerable Xifeng didn't say much about other things, so Chu Yu naturally didn't know.

"I don't know what the Venerable's attitude towards Zhengyang Sect is." Old Ancestor Wang also knew in his heart that something that Venerable Xifeng would like must be extremely precious. Although Chu Yu is Venerable Xifeng's most beloved descendant, but It's normal not to know, he just asked out of luck.

"Changshen Zhenjun, please rest assured, what is the identity of the old ancestor, how could she interfere with the trivial matters of your Baimang Mountain Seven Sects?" Chu Yu's face was quite proud, how honorable the Distracted Venerable is, such trivial matters as Baimang Mountain, How could it catch her eyes? If Venerable Xifeng really wanted to take action against Baimang Mountain, the destruction of the six Zhengyang Sect sects in the mountain would only take a day or two.

When Old Ancestor Wang heard Chu Yu's words, the expression on his face relaxed a bit.

Seeing Old Ancestor Wang's appearance, Chu Yu handed the sword box to the maidservant behind him, clenched his fists and saluted at True Monarch Changshen, "Then Chu Yu won't bother me any more."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and set foot on Yuzhao.

Wang Laozu didn't make a sound to retain him. He looked at the other party with deep eyes, took the long sword and rode on the jade chariot. After a flash of clear light, he disappeared.

He turned around and looked at Liang Cheng and the others, "You go back to the main hall of the sect first, and you have been helping me for a long time. I will go to the Yuran Mountain Bingling Mine to have a look, but what happened?"

"It's an eventful autumn!" Patriarch Wang sighed in his heart.

"Yes, I also ask the ancestors to be careful." Liang Cheng and the four of them also knew the gap between themselves and the cultivators of Yuanying. They didn't show their ability. They insisted on going with the ancestors. They were just dragging their feet. It is better to return to the sect and help the sect master to preside over the magic circle.

"Yes." Wang Laozu just finished his words, and the figure stayed where he was. After a while, the phantom left by Wang Laozu dissipated in the wind, and Liang Cheng and the four of them turned around and moved towards Zhengyang. The peak flew away.

Wang Laozu flew towards the Bingling Mine in Yufeng. For not only Xie Ping's death, but also for the Zongmen's spiritual mine, he had to figure it out, otherwise the whole Zongmen would be in panic, how could they maintain it? gotta go.He, Wang Shen, took over the Zhengyang Sect from his master Zhengyang Zhenjun, and it has been nearly a thousand years since then.

He also understands that even if he has exhausted all the savings of the sect, no matter how he cultivates, he will not be able to cultivate in the distraction period in this life.All Wang Shen's obsessions are now in the sect. He hopes that the sect will soon send a new Yuan Ying cultivator to help him a little bit. As for the ancestor of the sect, what status is respected, at his age Already seen through.

He sighed, the spiritual light on his body became stronger, his speed increased a little, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye

The Bingling mine outside Yuran Mountain turned out to be just a small moiré iron ore, which was not worth much, but when the ice spirit stone was discovered from the bottom of the moiré iron ore, it became the Zhengyang Sect. The three factions of Xuanhuomen, Xuanhuomen, and Qiyunzong must fight for the place. In the end, the three factions compromised with each other and divided up the moiré iron ore.But in the final analysis, it is Zhengyangzong who suffers.

The middle-aged crimson-browed patriarch from Xuanhuomen and the linen-clad old man from Qiyun Sect joined forces to push against each other. No matter how unconvinced Wang patriarch was, he could only suffer from this suffocating loss.

But the other two, one took out the tassel nebula iron, and the other took out the blue sky lotus and jade lotus as compensation.Looking at the face of these two treasures, he felt a little more at ease.

Since Zhengyangzong, Xuanhuomen, and Qiyunzong have divided up Yuran Mountain's Bingling ore vein and laid out the formation, the nearby loose cultivators have gradually come to know that it is not where they can approach, otherwise they will be caught. The patrolling monks of the three factions found out, and they were regarded as people who were watching. There was no reason to kill them, let alone think that someone could help them get ahead.

But at this time, two or three miles away from Zhengyangzong's ice, sky and snow formation, there was a small mountain with lush forests and green peaks.

Looking down from the sky, if the cultivator did not release his consciousness, all he could see with the naked eye was the emerald branches and leaves, three loose cultivators in green robes, almost blending in with the surrounding environment, each with a A yellow talisman, restraining the breath of the body.When they were wearing the Hidden Qi Talisman, the three of them didn't even dare to use low-level spells such as body lightening, for fear that the aura fluctuations caused by the spell would break the effect of the Hidden Qi Talisman, thus attracting Zhengyang Sect to patrol. monk.

"Zhang Pockmarked, have you arrived yet?" A younger-looking monk asked in a low voice to an ugly man with pockmarks in front of him. He looked very nervous. He looked up and saw the lush leaves, feeling a little panic in his heart disturbed.

"Zhang Mazi" Zhang Mazi didn't respond. The young Sanxiu wanted to lower his head, but found that he was motionless, only a pair of eyeballs were left. He tried his best to look forward. The fellow casual cultivators, like him, stood still.

In front of them, a woman in palace dress walked in front, and a monk wearing a white jade hair crown took a step behind and followed behind. walked over.

After the two walked by, the three of them loosened their shackles, and when Zhang Pocky and Chen Erniang looked panicked, they patted their chests with their hands to calm down the panic in their hearts, and that Zhang Mazi and Chen Erniang muttered One sentence, "Where did the old monster come from?"

The younger cultivator's mind became more active. When he heard the complaints of the two, his face turned pale with fright, and he suddenly moved in the direction where the two disappeared, bent his knees, slammed, knelt on the ground, and slammed heavily. Three beeps.

When the young cultivator was kowtowing, Zhang Mazi and Chen Erniang both had black eyes, their bodies softened, and they fell to the ground weakly. The young cultivator turned his head to look, and the panic in his eyes became even stronger. , and knocked more than a dozen times in a row, knocking out a pit on the ground.

"Your Highness is merciful." Li Jingqing, who had already walked down the hill, said to Venerable Xifeng with a smile.

"People are getting older, and their murderousness is also less. The juniors who are polite and polite, the old man is also happy to give them a chance. Maybe the other party will one day be on an equal footing with me." Venerable Xifeng said with a kind face.

Li Jingqing smiled without saying a word, not to mention that the other party has become a Distractor Venerable, it would be good to be able to build a foundation.

After half an hour, the young loose cultivator turned his head to look at the two fellow loose cultivators who had died of anger. With a radiant light in his eyes, he ran over and groped on the two of them.

Venerable Xifeng took Li Jingqing, and under her leadership, the two of them regarded the ice, sky and snow scene as nothing, and walked into the array. Her vicissitudes of life flashed a pale golden light, and they looked around at this huge area. After the Bingling mine, she smiled and said to herself, "Daoist Fellow Xuanshan, the old man has found you."

In the hall where the Bingling Mine is located, there are eighteen blood-colored coffins, a monster with two horns on its head and black scales all over its body. For some unknown reason, only one hand and one foot are left. .

He was casting a spell to put a female corpse with residual warmth into the dark green bubbling corpse demon liquid in the coffin.

Beside this monster, an old man in cloth robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, turning a blind eye to what was happening in front of him.

Xie Ping, who had died of anger, slowly sank into the dark green and bubbling corpse demon liquid. After a few breaths, the green liquid covered her face.

After she sank, the one-handed, one-legged black armored monster with five claws bent slightly, and the blood-colored coffin lid beside it closed silently. Venerable, grinned, revealing a big mouth with intertwined teeth, "Thank you Senior Xuanshan for your help, or Xuanmu, I won't be able to collect the remaining twelve parts of the corpse magic liquid."

Chapter 277 Master

"Should I call you Xuanji, or should I call you Xuanmu?" Venerable Xuanshan opened his eyes, looked past the eighteen blood-colored coffins in the hall, looked outside the hall, and said slowly.

"Senior, Xuanmu and Xuanji are just names, what's the difference? If senior is happy, he can call me a cat or a dog, so what's the matter?" The two-horned black-armored monster jumped to the side of a blood-colored coffin with one foot, bent The sharp claws of the hook scratched across the coffin lid, and there was a piercing hissing sound, and iron flowers splashed everywhere.

The eighteen corpse demons he refined were only short of Chiyuan, but after he went to Zhengyang Sect, he failed to come back. Eight corpses.

"I also want to know what to call a fellow Taoist." A questioning word came from outside the hall, but within two or three breaths, Venerable Xifeng and Li Jingqing suddenly appeared in front of the hall.

After seeing Li Jingqing next to Venerable Xifeng, the monster with two horns and black armor felt a little similar aura on his body and the demon corpse he now owns. After that, he was startled for a moment, and then he was shocked. Haha laughed, and the entire hall gradually swayed under his laughter. Fortunately, a flash of light appeared in the hall, and formation lines appeared, so that it would not collapse.

If he hadn't owned this demon corpse now, he probably wouldn't have felt the similar aura on Li Jingqing's body. The two had the same origin, but there were some differences.

Li Jingqing looked at the two-horned black-armored demon corpse in front of him. Of course he was very familiar with it. After all, he was one of the 36 demon souls born from this demon corpse, so he naturally knew the appearance of the deity's corpse.

But it was not this that made him hesitant and tangled, but the person who was possessed by this demon corpse. He closed his eyes first, suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and said to him coldly:

"I also want to know how to address you, Xuanmu or Xuanji, can Master tell this disciple?"

The two-horned black armored demon corpse, after hearing the three people's questions, stopped laughing, his dark green vertical pupils were cold, and he said to the two venerables: "Hsuanshan venerable, Xifeng venerable , If the two seniors insist on asking what they are called, I am both Xuanmu and Xuanji, why don't you call me Muji Sanren."

"Scattered people? Daoist friends, you can let go, and they are clean." Venerable Xifeng looked at the other party with an inexplicable smile, but no matter how hideous the other party looked, in her eyes, the so-called beauty and ugliness had long since disappeared. Looking at the past, all he cares about is the other party's cultivation.

She doesn't care what the identity of the Muji Sanren was before, if it was the previous mysterious, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, how could he be so presumptuous in front of her, but now he relies on the demon corpse, but he can barely call each other a good friend with them , but only barely.Xuanshan and her got serious, they wanted to kill the Muji scattered people, but they just spent more hands and feet.

After all, it seems that the soul of the demon corpse itself has dissipated during the 6000-year siege, and it was only then that a mere Nascent Soul True Monarch took over the body. It's too far off.

However, in this world, they are not able to do whatever they want. Once the mana used exceeds a certain limit, the tribulation thunder will come to them, and it will be more powerful each time.Low-level cultivators want to cultivate to their realm, and they are desperately trying to escape from this world and fly to other big worlds.

Otherwise, if they are trapped in this world, they will either run out of lifespan or die under the tribulation thunder once every 500 years.Low-level monks think that as long as their cultivation reaches the stage of distraction, they can escape from this world, but they don't know that this world treats all things as dogs, and the way is ruthless but righteous.

Venerable Xifeng also didn't know whether there was spiritual wisdom in this world, because she felt that all things in this world, the so-called human beings, monsters, and monsters, all kinds of creatures, as long as they absorbed the spiritual energy of this world, they could not easily escape from the world.After these Distracted Venerables die, the mana that has been refined in their bodies for thousands of years will return to the heavens and the earth, just like the monsters and poultry being raised by humans.

All things are born and die, the cycle is endless

And they have practiced so far, how can they be willing to wait for death.No matter how trapped this world is, there are still a few places where the space is weak, but these places are extremely hidden.Therefore, when Venerable Xifeng learned about the space node from Li Jingqing, he couldn't help but trade with it.The same is true for Venerable Xuanshan, but looking at the current situation, it seems that something has gone wrong. Venerable Xifeng is active, and after asking the other party's name, he walked to the edge of the blood-colored coffins, looking at the mysterious and complicated above. The pattern of the pattern is not any kind of magic pattern she is familiar with, but with her eyes, she can roughly know the purpose of these patterns by deduction.

"Scattered person" Li Jingqing's eyes showed a little sadness when he heard that the demon corpse claimed to be a loose person. Before that, he thought that Xuanmu Zhenjun was also like him, one of the 36 demon souls.However, the two met many times, and fought several times, he didn't find anything unusual, and thought that the other party's practice was strange, so he asked Venerable Xifeng to capture Xuanmu.

Although he is one of the 36 demon souls born from the demon corpse, he does not want to set up a situation to occupy the monk's body like other demon souls.

He took desperate risks, made great perseverance and determination, and devoted himself to a child who was still in the womb.This child is only three months old, and his spirit is not in harmony. He occupies the magpie's nest halfway. This method is extremely dangerous. When a three-month-old child is in a state of disarray, no one knows whether this child has any spirit or not. With spiritual roots.

After the birth of the demon soul, each life is wise, and Li Jingqing did not want to have too much to do with his predecessor, so he resolutely took a gamble. This can only be done when the soul of the baby in the womb has not yet been formed. It is similar to the so-called reincarnation. be recognized in this world.Because he was worried, he didn't want to be restrained by others whether his deity had a backhand.

"Jing Qing, you know how happy this old man was when he saw you. Even without my old bones, our Wanjian Sect can produce another Nascent Soul cultivator. Congratulations. You have practiced so far, even one I don’t have a Taoist name yet, my incompetent master will make it up for you today, how about taking Yu Xing?” Muji Sanren jumped on one foot, came to Li Jingqing, looked at him with a very complicated look, and said .

"Is Yu Yu walking alone?" Li Jingqing murmured, then smiled wryly, and said loudly, "Then Yu Xing is here to thank Muji Sanren for his number."

Muji Sanren took a deep look at this former arrogant of the sect. Although there was tenderness in his eyes, the coldness returned to him the next moment.He set up a bureau hundreds of years ago, provoked disputes with the six factions, severely injured Xuanmu, and died himself, but in fact he took the opportunity to become the master of Xuanmu, and guarded in Zhenmo Valley for another 200 years. Ancestor Wan Jian left behind the jade slips that maintained the formation, and reversed the method of breaking the formation to obtain this demon corpse that came across the border.

In order not to be able to see for a long time, he knows how to practice, step by step, and do not take shortcuts, there is no hope of distraction in this life.As for the sect, as for the family, how it prospered, how it declined, even if it was destroyed.

It's just the scenery on the road of practice, take a picture in your heart, why worry about it? If a cultivator can't bear the pain and loneliness of life, and his heart is as hard as a stone, then simply treat it as an ordinary mortal and enjoy it.

Chapter 278 Cultivation without years

"Fellow Daoist Muji, if you are still old and blind, the eighteen blood coffins of yours contain fiery evil energy, and this place is the Ice Spirit Mine, what about the remaining seventeen refined corpses?" Xi Feng The venerable's eyes were bright, and she asked indifferently.

"The old man let them harvest and suck blood." Muji Sanren said in a nonchalant tone.

Venerable Xifeng nodded, but the divine consciousness in her body radiated silently, but after a breath or two, she didn't wait for Muji Sanren to reply, she was surprised and looked towards the five mines.

A phantom differentiated from her body. It was ethereal at first, but the phantom suddenly opened its mouth and took a breath. The whale swallowed it, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth whistled into the body. This phantom body also solidified a lot. Venerable Feng was carved out of a mold.

After this phantom bowed towards Xifeng, the whole person sank into the masonry of the main hall, cast the earth escape spell, and escaped towards the mine more than ten miles away.

"It seems that Senior Xifeng also knows about it." Seeing this scene, Mu Ji Sanren's face sank, but because his entire face was covered with black scales, he could not see any change in his expression.

"I didn't expect Venerable Wanjian to seal up a broken arm of fellow Daoist here. No wonder fellow Daoist came here on purpose. Could it be that he wanted to break the extremely cold spiritual energy of this place with the evil qi of the flame demon." Xifeng said suddenly after withdrawing his consciousness.