The flames on his body were extinguished, but Han Yiming still felt pain. He couldn't see it on his back, but could see it on his arms. He rolled up his sleeves and saw that his arms under his sleeves turned black, as if they were burned, but they had not yet dried up.

Han Yiming felt the burning and slowly zooming when he looked at the wound. He felt the pain in his eyes, but he didn't dare to reach out to press it. The pain on his back became even worse, and he knew that he had been burned to death.

Suddenly, the sound of Xingchen came from somewhere: "The head of the sect is Qingxin."

Han Yiming was already in pain, and sweat beads appeared on his forehead. The pain was not only painful to his skin, but also penetrated into his bones. The pain made him unable to stand and fell down.

Xingchen's voice said again: "This is the immortal fire that is refining and purifying. It not only burns the skin, but also burns the heart. The leader should clear his mind and calm his energy, and recite the sword technique."

Han Yiming brushed his hand on his arm, feeling that the place where his hand was warm and the wound was so painful. After hearing Xingchen's words, he quickly withdrew his hand and threw away all the thoughts in his mind.

He was so painful before that, and all kinds of thoughts left behind his head were not as painful as before.

Suddenly he remembered the Qingshuang Sword and silently recited the sword-controlling technique, and wanted to summon the Qingshuang Sword. He recited it once again, but the sword did not appear. He heard Xingchen say that the sword was not lost, so he continued to recite the sword-controlling technique in one go.

He could control the sword without using the sword control technique. The sword control technique was simple. It rolled over and over again, but the Qingshuang sword was still missing. After twenty or thirty times of the sword control technique, the burning pain of the fire became much lighter.

Han Yiming raised his head and saw Xingchen standing far ahead. The green feather sword in his hand was already a broken sword. The golden and red flame in front of him was dragging a long flame-like tail to fly away from Xingchen.

After reciting the sword technique for thirty or forty times, Han Yiming felt that the pain was gradually fading. He looked down and saw that the charred blackness was still there, but the pain really faded.

Suddenly, Xingchen's voice said, "Come on the head, we must work together to fight against it."

Han Yiming saw that the stars were far away and followed the method of the sky. He thought about the sky, and the burns were painful before, and immediately he could not stop reciting the sword-controlling technique and rushed towards the stars.

But the stars were so far away that he ran very fast, but he always saw the stars still far ahead, and I don’t know how to run to him.

Suddenly Xingchen reached out to him with a move. Han Yiming felt a huge force surge from all directions, pushing him forward. This time, as fast as lightning, he had arrived at Xingchen before he blinked.

At this time, he saw the ball of light clearly. The head of the light was like a bird's head. Although the shape of the wings was clearly seen, it felt like water was flowing. It was not a bird, and the dragged long tail was also burning like flames.

Xingchen said: "Don't look at the eyes, it seems to avoid it. Just look at it and your heart will get burned."

Han Yiming had already experienced the greatness, so he immediately avoided it and only stared at the long tail and wings.

He originally planned to see the flame clearly and then help Xingchen.

But after looking for a moment, he suddenly felt that the wings and the long tail had also changed. A red dot appeared on each of the wings, and a red dot appeared on the long tail.

Han Yiming was wondering, Xingchen had already said, "Close your eyes quickly."

He immediately understood that his eyes appeared on his wings and long tail, and he quickly turned his eyes away.

But I heard Xingchen say, "Don't take action, let me do it. When it's time for you to take action, you will know."

Before he finished speaking, Han Yiming felt that his hands and feet were stiff. I wonder if Xingchen cast a spell on him? Han Yiming wanted to move his hands and feet but could no longer move.

Suddenly, he heard someone talking. Han Yiming knew that it was the stars talking to this ball of light, but what was strange was that he couldn't understand a word.

He could clearly hear them speak, but he couldn't tell every word clearly. They didn't even speak strangely, but Han Yiming couldn't understand a word. It seemed that all the words were correct, but the way they connected together was wrong, and he could clearly hear but couldn't understand.

Suddenly, his body lightened and floated to Xingchen. Xingchen had thrown away the Qingyu Sword and stood on the side with empty hands.

He looked cold, and suddenly raised his hands and waved his sleeves. Han Yiming suddenly felt that his hands and feet could move, and his body couldn't help but move with the stars.

Han Yiming was very surprised, but his hands and feet were no longer obedient to his command. Every move was something he had never seen before, nor was he known, and it seemed that his hands and feet were no longer his own.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his limbs and bones surged towards his chest. After a moment, many chills surged into his chest. Before Han Yiming could react, Han Yiming had already seen cold stars coming out through his body and squirted forward.

These little cold stars were not refined by the hot flames that pounced on them, but instead went straight through the hot flames towards the hot flames.

Before Han Yiming finished reading it, he felt a wave of coldness flowing from his limbs to his heart. The coldness was much cooler than the previous wave of coldness. He even felt that the coldness was like a blade slashing across his skin, and the coldness surged to his chest and turned into a sharp blade and headed towards the hot flame.

As soon as the chill surged, Han Yiming felt that his whole body was being pulled clean, his hands and feet were sore and weak, and it was even difficult to stand.

Suddenly, his eyes became dark and his eyes were covered by dark clouds. He did not lose consciousness, but his eyes were dark and could no longer look at them.

Han Yiming was not panicked. He closed his eyes and cleared his heart for a moment. The flying light appeared in front of him. It was still like a bird flying and circling. But when he looked at it again, there was no eye-like pattern on his wings, and his whole body was shining like gold and water, flowing.

The stars stood on one side, and his whole body was shrouded in a ball of cold light. Even with the golden light in front of him, he emitted a white light like a cold moon, like a jade statue carved from white jade. The green lotus around him was crystal clear, like a gem carved from it, hanging in the air, reflecting thousands of bright lights, wrapping the stars tightly.

The bird-like flames flew around in front of them, and then flew towards them.

Before Han Yiming could speak, he saw Xingchen wave at him, and Han Yiming flew to him like lightning.

Although he couldn't help but, when he passed through the green lotus, he really felt that the bright light swept through him and stabbed him with a sharp needle.

The flames were approaching, but Han Yiming couldn't move. Suddenly, he saw the stars flying long sleeves, protecting them all behind the shadows of the sleeves. But Han Yiming still felt the heat coming towards him. If he pounced on him, he would definitely be burned.

As soon as Xingchen took action, the ball of light spread its wings and flew away. Xingchen said to Han Yiming: "Can the leader trust me?"

Han Yiming said: "I believe in you, of course."

Xingchen said: "Okay, if I want to use one method, I have to borrow all the spiritual power of the leader. Is the leader afraid?"

Han Yiming had eyes fixed on the ball of light, but when he heard this, he turned to look at the stars.
Chapter completed!