Chapter 341: Melting

In the fire, a violent flame rushed up, and between the whistling, facing the depths of the fire, it turned into a sea of ​​fire, submerging the body of Luo Yang in the flame.
The fiery flames are burning constantly, and the horrible heat waves sweeping the heavens and the earth, and changing to any other monk who is a spiritual place, will be instantly turned into ashes in such a terrible flame.
But Luo Yang is different. The Dan fire in his body is composed of two opposite flames from yin to yang. There are too many flames beyond this place. Even if the fire is spreading, it is always difficult to hurt. Yang points no.
"Take the body as the Ding Ding, use the Lingtai as the elixir, and the heaven and earth fire sea is the fire of my hands, and condense my own Danyang!"
After the flash of light in the eyes, Luo Yang’s thoughts moved, and the body’s swallowing magical power suddenly ran up, and outside his body, a black vortex suddenly formed.
When the whirlpool is running rapidly, the flames in this fire field seem to have been pulled by the general, and they flooded into the body of Luo Yang. In the whole fire, a flame rolled over.
"The realm of Lingtai is to focus on Lingtai. If the Lingtai is broken, it will be repaired. If you want to condense the body of Danyang, smelt Lingtai as the first step..."
After the heart whispered, Luo Yang’s hands did not hesitate. His hands were fast and his flames rushed from his body and frantically poured into Dantian.
In the Dantian of Luoyang, on the golden platform, there is a radiant glow, and the 13-story Lingtai is full of light, with a rune of flickering, and the atmosphere of it is suppressed in Dantian. It seems to be the master of the entire Dantian.
"Refining!"
A low drink suddenly came out of Luo Yang's mouth. His mind was moved, and he was pulling a lot of flames and rushing toward the gods.
The fire of Haotian reflected Luo Yang's body into a fiery red color. The flames of the flames rushed between each other, emitting a terrible temperature, just like the evaporating of the whole world into nothingness.
But when the flames are close, the gods are on the stage, and they are full of golden light. The runes of Xuan Miao are constantly flashing, as if they are condensed into an invisible protection on the Lingtai, making it difficult for the flame to melt it.
"The higher the quality of Lingtai, the more difficult it is to smelt it. It is like a strong cage. Only after breaking it can it be completely relieved..."
Luo Yang’s face did not have the slightest surprise. It was still running the body’s swallowing magical powers, and the flames that ignited the fire broke out and rushed toward his own Dantian.
The tumbling flame collided with the gods and spirits. In the dantian of Luoyang, there was a roar of sounds, and the sound echoed. Even the sword-like sword that was suspended in Dantian was slightly trembled. The sound is soft.
The two strong breaths are in the body of Royan. Whenever the flames are tumbling, the golden light on the platform of the gods will be brighter. After an hour of struggle, the light on the platform is gradually dimmed. Rune It also disappeared one after another.
The change on the Lingtai is naturally difficult to escape from Luoyang’s eyes. After the heart’s thoughts, the flames in the body rushed in again. When the terrible heat wave swept through Dantian, the layer of light on the platform of Shenpin’s spirit suddenly shattered and was completely exposed. In the flames of raging.
"Linghu condenses into a Lingtai, this is the first change of spiritual power. Lingtai smelt into Dan, this is the second change!" Luo Yang's gaze swept through Dantian, his heart slowly said to himself.
Within the dantian, with the constant tempering of the flame, the top thirteenth layer of the sacred platform on the top of the gods, began to change gradually.
A verdant green mist emerged from the Lingtai, turned into a sigh of relief, floating in the dantian of Luoyang, and each additional point was added. The thirteenth layer of the soul platform was dim and half. After an hour, the golden Lingtai is almost transparent, and only a vague phantom exists.
"The general monk smelt the Lingtai, you only need to smelt the nine layers of the body in the body, but the Lingtai in my body has 13 layers! This adds to the difficulty of melting the Lingtai, but the same is also me. Roll down the rest of the Danyang monk's capital!"
After feeling the smelting of a layer in the body, Luo Yang’s look moved, and his mind thought silently.
Even in the ancient times, the monks could cultivate the ultimate spiritual horizon, but it was only the 12th floor of the Lingtai. It was the Lingtai in the body, but it was the thirteen-story Lingtai. It broke the road of the ancient monks and came out of an unprecedented The unique road to Lingtai!
More importantly, this Lingtai in Luoyang's body is beyond the heavenly spirit of the gods! Throughout the ages, you can have a magical platform, and it is a monk who reaches the thirteenth floor of Lingtai. Only Luoyang is one!
Therefore, Luo Yang’s heart understands that he wants to condense the Danyang. It is much more difficult than ordinary people. At this moment, although he has already smelted a layer of Lingtai, there is still no intention in his heart.
Just when Luoyang smelted a layer of Lingtai, above the Xuanyuezong, in the wide sky, a cloud of dark clouds quickly condensed, and a thunderous atmosphere twitched from the sky, making The Xuan Yuezong disciples below, all in one heart, looked at the sky in horror.
"Have you started..."
In the small courtyard, the master of the stove slowly looked up and looked into the sky with a look of hope.
In the burial fairy valley of one of the three great places of Tianwu Shenzhou, an illusory figure constantly emerges, and the eyes are looking at the distance without a god. Where is the direction of Xuan Yuezong.
"buried...sin..."
The strange sighs continually reverberate, and the whole funeral fairy valley seems to have been a time of circulation. In the body of the figure, there is a burst of vitality, as if it is no longer a dead soul, but a real monk...
In another valley of Tianwu Shenzhou, it was once Luoyang’s retreat into the spiritual horizon. In the strange cave deep in the valley, along the stream, I don’t know how many distances before I can reach a color. In the giant sea.
In the sea at the moment, the waves of the waves are constantly rolling, as if they have sensed something, and they are making a loud roar.
In the middle of the sea, the huge corpse still did not respond at all. Only the fingers trembled more violently, and when it was lightly swayed, it was a huge wave in the sea.
When the blood waves spewed, a quaint blood-colored wooden boat slowly floated out, along the waves, gradually drifting into the distance...
Almost at the same time, the strange fairy island on the sea of ​​the gods and the sea was also a shocking change. The entire fairy island continued to rise and fall, emitting a fairy light, reflecting the entire sea surface, attracting the attention of many monks, a figure Continue to fly to Xiandao...