"You are also a fire, but the lamp is free and is not limited by the innate attributes of the five elements. You just flew to the Shengmen to reverse the formation and rescue your master." Yang Jian said slowly.

The Baolian lamp lit up and then dimmed again. Yang Jian was slightly stunned. He immediately understood and said, "Are you worried that the lamp oil is not enough?" The lamp lit up again, as if it was yes. Yang Jian showed a strange smile on his face and said, "That's right. The lamp oil... I can't find a fox to bleed and make oil for you. However, when I recast the soul and when I was in danger, you can both sense my natal true energy. So, maybe I can help you?"

Try to enter a few points of the true essence of the primordial spirit, and the light mango of the Baolou Lamp becomes bright. However, the lamp body trembles lightly, showing endless sadness.

"Only the metaphor of the word "Xi" has not been solved? With fire, water will be weak and will be formed. Only earth can rest. Only earth can rest. Only by using earth energy to overcome the killing intention of the Death Gate, can the Lotus Lantern have the hope of breaking the formation. But in my current situation, where can I find a magic weapon that can gather the Earth energy and restrain the Death Gate?"

He pondered, the roar of the resentful spirits in the hall, and the black light curtain became thicker and more gloomy.

"Then..." Yang Jian seemed to think of something, and suddenly there was a little self-deprecating in his expression. "Nuwa created people with earth. After a person dies, dust will return to dust, and soil will also return to earth. People are originally dust, so why should I find any magic weapon? Is there any magic weapon that can be more easily connected to earth energy than the body of a god?"

The thoughts were everywhere, and the black flag at the door was shaken and scattered. An identical Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the open space wrapped in red silk. The resentful spirit gathered downwards, and a strange light passed by, and the three-pointed two-edged gun was thrown away, and it was extremely accurate to penetrate the body, barely supporting him to fall to the ground, and at the same time, pushing the witty resentful spirit away from the distance.

Yang Jian smiled faintly, picked up the magic trick, the lotus lamp lit up, flew up to the cave and hung high, and at the same time his mind sank, floating forward, and his soul returned to his body where he sat cross-legged in the black banner.

The earth's energy was steaming from the bottom of the body. In order to cast the soul as soon as possible, he did not leave half of the body-protecting true energy at that time, and now he has saved a lot of trouble invisibly. But because of this, he thought he could completely ignore the pain in this body, but at this time, it was difficult to do it anymore.

The poisonous miasma underground stomp into the body with the ground energy. The red silk formed by the resentful spirit suddenly became as if it were life-like under the urging of the poisonous miasma, and penetrated into the skin and slowly extended into the body. Yang Jian could even feel them surging in the blood, self-sufficiently, ankles and knees, invading upwards inch by inch.

The legs were so painful that they were torn. Compared with this, the old wounds on the body were as light as a feather. The blood vessels under the knees were filled with red silk vines. Yang Jian looked down and looked at the blood vessels slowly raised, with bright red color almost weird. Then, countless fine holes slowly leaked out, and the thin red silks drilled out of the holes, dancing fluffy with the Yin wind in the hole. Every time the Yin wind blew, the light dance of the Red Silk brought pain like a pulp of bones and muscles.

Yang Jian tried hard to keep the spiritual consciousness clear, took a deep breath, and the earth's energy was guided to the Dantian, and passed through Shaoyang and Shaoyin to the palms. A faint yellow light gathered from the palms, and as the degree of earth's energy was increased, it became clearer and clearer. It immediately turned into two light columns, injecting continuously into the Death Gate of the Destroy God Array.

Use earth to overcome water and use the power of the earth to restrain the murderous intent of destroying the gods and water.

Huang Zhu injected, and overwhelming pressure poured towards him, breathing flowed in, and a red silk miasma was allowed to abuse in his body. The endless earth energy, under the guidance of his spiritual sense, forced the rippled murderous intent of the Death Sect. The resentful spirits were wailing everywhere, and the voice became more and more shrill. The sharp light flashed on the three-pointed two-edged gun, forcing them not to take a step forward.

The Baolian lamp above slowly rotated. While he was controlling the ground energy, the bright light body emitted light, from top to bottom, and was embedded hard above the black light curtain.

The black air swelled in the array, gathering upwards the light that repelled the lotus lamp. The lotus lamp dimmed and radiated again, but it was already clear and undetermined. If there was no real energy renewal power, it would be destroyed on the spot.

Yang Jian slowly looked up, his eyes vaguely touched the memory of his childhood again. His mother's children's songs, the years he walked together, the woman who called his second brother softly, the boy who called his uncle inexplicably by the water. They finally had everything he lost, so what else can he regret?
Chapter completed!