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    The ninth floor of the temple is like a stone chamber, almost hundreds of feet large, very quiet.


    On the top wall of the stone chamber, there are all kinds of runes, some shaped like dragons and snakes, and some shaped like mysterious turtles. They are extremely mysterious and difficult to understand. Ordinary people will only feel dizzy and distended when they read them.


    Yang Xuan''s spirit was strong, but he didn''t feel any discomfort. He raised his head and looked at it. His eyes gradually showed a little surprise. Only because he had seen all these runes, he was not strange at all.


    On the eighth floor below the temple of fire, a large number of runes among the many Rune beads he got from the flame beasts he killed came from this, not bad.


    Carefully calculated, these runes can almost synthesize dozens of magical powers, and these powerful fire magic powers are all left by the ancient Yan God.


    "Worthy of being the God of inflammation, it''s really great!"


    Yang Xuan lamented that Yan God entered the Tao with fire and created so many great magical powers to stay with future generations. It''s too admirable. Unfortunately, Yan God has already destroyed the Tao into ashes. Otherwise, the ancient Yan family will not destroy the family and people, leaving Yan Emperor alone.


    "All these magical powers were created by our ancestors when they were young, but the ninth layer of Yanshen formula is not among them. If you want to understand the ninth layer of Yanshen formula, you need to go to another place with your teacher."


    At this time, a stone door in the depths of the stone chamber opened, and a tall figure came out slowly. Who is not Yan Emperor?


    "I''ve seen the master."


    Yang Xuan saluted. He worshipped Emperor Yan. The number of rites he should have, not to mention the man of Emperor Yan, is also worthy of his respect.


    "Don''t be polite. If you can come here so soon, you deserve to be my Xuanyuan Wushang apprentice."


    Emperor Yan waved his hand and felt some emotion in his heart.


    I think it took him nearly a thousand years to climb the ninth floor of the temple of inflammation. Who wants to know that Yang Xuan only spent more than a month from entering the temple of inflammation to the ninth floor. There is no comparison between the two.


    "It''s not a disciple''s honor to worship under the master''s seat."


    Yang Xuan smiled and couldn''t help asking, "listen to the master, is there another cave on the ninth floor?"


    "Of course."


    Emperor Yan nodded slightly, walked and said, "there are internal and external houses on the ninth floor of the burning temple. The place you are now is the external house."


    "I see!"


    Yang Xuan suddenly understood that the ninth layer of Yan Shen Jue should be in the inner house. Whether he can gain something depends on his ability.


    With the help of Taoist Scriptures and excellent understanding, he can understand the first eight layers of Yan Shen Jue, but that doesn''t mean he can understand the ninth layer of Yan Shen Jue, which is better than that Yan Emperor didn''t master the complete Yan Shen Jue. It can be seen how difficult it is to understand the ninth layer of Yan Shen Jue.


    "Let''s go and meet your Shiniang first. She heard that I had an apprentice, but she was very curious about you!"


    Yan Di soon laughed again.


    "Has Shiniang awakened?"


    Yang Xuan was slightly stunned.


    "I''m awake, but the yuan God is still weak. I don''t know how long it will take to condense the flesh again."


    Emperor Yan sighed lightly. In order to awaken the ice emperor, he did not hesitate to waste his heart and energy. Although the ice emperor woke up, the yuan God was difficult to repair for a moment. It would take tens of thousands of years or even longer to turn the spirit into a body and rebuild the body of flesh and blood.


    "Shiniang''s original God was hurt. Shizun can find some immortal pills to strengthen his soul."


    Yang Xuan said as if he remembered something. He hurried to take out two pills from the storage ring and said, "disciple, here are two pills, one can reshape the soul and the other can make the flesh coagulate again. Maybe it''s useful to Shiniang."


    "Purple Glass soul shaping pill and purple glass body shaping pill. These two kinds of elixirs were rarely seen in ancient times. They are real healing pills!"


    Emperor Yan''s eyes lit up and nodded again and again: "well, it''s really right to bring you to the burning temple this time. I didn''t expect you to have such a good baby. Your Shiniang will be saved."


    "I wish I could help Shiniang."


    Yang Xuan didn''t dare to take credit for it. He handed two pills to Emperor Yan respectfully. As long as he could save his Shiniang ice emperor, he wouldn''t hesitate to spend all his savings.


    "Good disciple, I owe you a favor!"


    Emperor Yan took the pill and rolled up Yang Xuan with his big hand. In a twinkling of an eye, he came to a magnificent stone hall.


    Although the surface as like as two peas, the stone hall is obviously older, and everything is full of traces of time.


    "This is the real Temple of inflammation, and it is also the place of our ancestors. No one has ever been here except as a teacher and the previous heads of our family."


    Emperor Yan said in a deep voice.


    "Is Shiniang in the hall?"


    Yang Xuan asked.


    "Well, before I fell asleep that year, I sealed a wisp of Yuanshen of your Shiniang into a soul lamp and placed it in it."


    Emperor Yan nodded and then said, "as for the ninth layer of Yan Shen Jue, it is hidden in the gods of our ancestors in the hall. After you worship the gods of our ancestors, you can try to understand it."


    Then he took Yang Xuan and strode into the stone hall.


    The stone hall is very old, but it is incomparably vast, with a sense of endless Avenue.


    Yang Xuan followed the Yan Emperor step by step and walked all the way forward. Soon he saw an ancient statue in front of him.


    It was a middle-aged man with a knife cut face and vigorous posture. His red hair was scattered at will. In his eyes, there seemed to be a flame burning, dignified and unrestrained.


    Needless to say, this is the God of inflammation. Although it is only a statue of God, it is lifelike and full of charm. People see the statue of God as the original God of inflammation.


    "You are my disciple. Even if you are a member of my Taigu Yan family, go to visit our ancestors!"


    Emperor Yan said.


    Yang Xuan didn''t speak. He immediately went forward and knelt down. He saw that the whole statue suddenly burst into light, and then quickly fell silent.


    "This is..."


    Yang Xuan got up and looked at Emperor Yan. His face was full of shock.


    "Although the ancestors of our family have changed their ways, but a spirit has not dispersed, they are attached to this statue. Obviously, our ancestors recognized you. You can also observe the statue and understand the ninth layer of Yan Shen formula."


    Yan Emperor smiled.


    "I''m not in a hurry to understand the Yan divine formula. Master, I''d better take my disciples to meet Shiniang first!"


    Yang xuandao.


    "Your Shiniang is beautiful and beautiful. Don''t look more when you see her later."


    Emperor Yan made a rare joke and laughed and took Yang Xuan to the deep part of the stone hall. There was an ancient bronze lamp with green rust mottled. The wick of the ancient lamp was not burnt out, burning a cluster of cyan flame, emitting a strange fragrance, which made people feel calm.


    Obviously, this is the soul lamp.


    Looking through the flickering blue flame, you can vaguely see a slightly lonely and cold figure, which is the Taoist companion of Emperor Yan and the ice emperor, one of the five ancient emperors.