Chapter 181: Helpless

How strong is Nanming Lihuo?
Chen Xinglie once saw this kind of flame in his memory.
In a wilderness in the upper realm, there is a huge flame mountain with a radius of thousands of miles, which has been burning with flames. At night, the flames illuminate all directions and dye the sky red.
In the middle of the burning mountains and rivers, there was a blood-red flame, which was Nanming Lihuo.
Even in the upper realm, no one knows exactly when this flame burned, only knowing that for countless years, not only did the flame not dissipate, but it burned more and more vigorously.
Because of this, in the upper realm, Nanming Lihuo has another name, eternal immortal Chi Yan.
Tonight.
Chen Xinglie wants to use Nanming Lihuo to cultivate!
Beep...
Flames burned in the palm, making a slight explosion.
If it was the Nanming Lihuo in the Flame Mountain of the Upper Realm, not to mention Chen Xinglie using it for cultivation, and even as long as he got close, he would be burnt to ashes instantly by the heat wave set off by the flames.
This group of Nanming Lihuo is different.
The Nanming Lihuo Array, which spread throughout the entire mansion, was constructed by Chen Xinglie himself. The flames were born in the Array, controlled by the Array, and Chen Xinglie was able to control the Array in his heart.
So, the flame in his hand is very gentle.
The power is far inferior to Nanming Lihuo in the Flame Mountain of Upper Boundary.
The flames in the upper realm were even so violent that even a master like the Empress had to be cautious when casting secret treasures at the foot of Huoyan Mountain.
But now this small fire didn't even burn to death the demon monk or Bodhi in Nether Temple.
The gap is huge.
The juvenile Nanming Lihuo is far inferior to the complete flame of the Upper Realm.
It's not the same.
Chen Xinglie picked up the flame, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one bite.
Guru!
The flame slid down the throat and into the abdomen.
Cang!
Chen Xinglie drew out the big sword and used the Void Condensation Sword Art. For a moment, the sword energy in his hand was vertical and horizontal, and a faint beam of sword light emerged from the Baihui acupoint on Chen Xinglie's head. Then the sword light became more and more condensed, turning into a beam of sword energy light, soaring into the sky. And...
but.
The Jian Qi Guangzhu only rushed three feet away from Chen Xinglie's head, but was blocked by a layer of invisible force, and could no longer climb up a bit.
This is the Nanming Lihuo Great Array blocking the sword light.
This is what Chen Xinglie wants.
Only in the Nanming Lihuo Great Array, you can do whatever you want without worrying about being discovered by anyone.
There are many land immortals in the great city.
The old Tongueless and the demon empress in the palace all lived in the palace, not far from here.
But even if the two of them came to Fenghua Street in person, or flew over the mansion of Chen Xinglie, they would never see through this Nanming Lihuo Array. I don’t know what Chen Xinglie was doing...
Zi Zi Zi!
A strange voice appeared on Chen Xinglie.
Similar to skewers...
Swims of smoke emerged from Chen Xinglie's body, originating from his mouth, nose, ear holes...
Qiqiao makes smoke!
The smoke was dark and pungent.
This means that the waste and impurities in the body are being burned into smoke and then excreted from the body.
The whole process is like refining ore, refining gold and silver.
The flame burns the body, burning the entire body with flames, after burning it again and again, what is left in the end is naturally real gold and silver.
"As expected of the Empress!"
"Unexpectedly, this kind of body burning technique can be created!"
"This woman... this seat is about to be decided!"
Chen Xinglie's eyes condensed, and he felt that the medicinal power of the flame pill in his body was weakening, and the smoke coming out of the seven orifices gradually faded, so he took out an pill again and threw it into his mouth.
The black smoke thickened again.
The sizzling skewers became dense again.
Chen Xinglie enjoys it.
Outside the window.
The moon hangs high.
In the Netherworld Temple in the north corner of the imperial city, there were also people like Chen Xinglie, making smoke in Qiqiao.
This person is Precept Bodhi.
Jie Bodhi not only produces smoke from the seven orifices, but is also burning with clusters of flames, shining eye-catching flames, and dyeing the entire hall a scarlet red.
In the main hall of Buddhism, there are many Buddha statues, either painted with gold lacquer or made of pure gold. Whether it is in the daytime when the main hall is bright or when the lights are bright at night, the Buddha statues are glowing and look majestic.
But now, the Buddha statue seems to be stained with blood.
Not like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, but like those ferocious princes in the abyss of hell.
The hall has also become like the Yan Luo Temple in folklore.
Jie Bodhi was full of fire, sitting in the Great Hall of the Nether Temple like a ghost.
A group of monks are surrounded by Jie Bodhi, all martial arts masters.
The people used their own flesh and blood as the center of the formation, and built a large Buddhist formation, enclosing the precepts of the Bodhi.
At the very beginning, the monks were thinking about extinguishing the blazing flames of the Bodhisattva Jie, but after a while, everyone changed their minds and only wanted to suppress the flames on the Bodhi Jie.
If you can't extinguish it, you can only retreat and suppress the flame.
Unfortunately, in the end, this flame couldn't even be suppressed.
The monks had no choice but to pinch the prayer beads, chant the scriptures, and beg the Bodhisattva for blessings and save the life of Jie Bodhisattva, so that the most outstanding monk of the Nether Temple could survive this catastrophe.
The abbot of Youming Temple sat right in front of the crowd, his eyes full of compassion, and he was an eminent monk at first glance. His chanting voice was also the loudest, sounding like a huge bell, and looked extremely solemn.
But it's totally useless.
If you can chant the scriptures to achieve what you want, the monks in the Nether Temple, wherever they need to practice hard all day, do not need to practice, as long as they chant the scriptures from morning to night, wouldn’t they be able to become the best master in the world and practice until The peak of the land fairy is just around the corner...
"Abbot."
Jie Bodhi finally couldn't help it. He stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and braced without screaming, with thick smoke in his mouth, saying goodbye, saying: "This time, the disciple is afraid that he will not survive."
The abbot was silent.
Jie Bodhi gritted his teeth abruptly, stretched out his hand, and tore off a piece of flesh burning with scarlet flames on his body. He raised it to the top of his head bloody, and walked a few steps forward. Then he bowed to the abbot and said, "The disciple will be full of martial arts blood , All are condensed in this piece of flesh. With the support of qi and blood, this flesh should be able to burn for a long time. There are many masters in the division, and maybe you can study the origin of the flame based on this burning flesh...
The abbot's eyes sank and he asked, "What about you?"
"The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell." Jie Bodhi gently put the flames on the ground, then sat down cross-legs, folded his hands, and closed his eyes.
There was a blazing flame in his palm, and the flames tumbling on his body.
The abbot shook his head and said, "No!"
Jie Bodhi suddenly opened his eyes.