However, as soon as Xiaoci''s voice fell, Yao Qingyan walked towards Luo Zheng.


    "Miss, let''s go and let him live and die here."


    Xiaoci''s face showed a strange color and hurried up to persuade him.


    Yao Qingyan didn''t speak. He walked slowly to Luo Zheng and showed a little hesitation.


    A moment later, her beautiful face suddenly turned red, and her scallion fingers popped a little red light, condensing the appearance of a Scripture.


    "Miss, you!"


    Xiaoci was shocked when he saw the Scriptures condensed out.


    The red scriptures hovered in the air for a while, and then disappeared into Luo Zheng''s head.


    "Well, Xiao Ci, let''s go."


    After Yao Qingyan finished all this, his delicate body relaxed slightly and walked out with a smile.


    Xiaoci stared at Luo Zheng and hurried up.


    ……


    "It hurts. What kind of flames are these? I almost died."


    "Miss Qingyan is gone! It seems that she has found me. I wonder if she guessed that I saw her body?"


    Half a day later, Luo Zheng woke up, took a look at his body and couldn''t help laughing bitterly.


    In addition to his accumulated inside information, luck also accounts for a large part of his survival this time.


    At the last moment, the terrible flame fused his body, soul, will and all kinds of forces into one and a complete combination.


    Unexpectedly, it inadvertently reached the required conditions in the field of cohesion.


    However, if other martial artists are in this situation, even if they meet all the conditions in the refining field, it is absolutely impossible to condense the field.


    Because, after reaching various conditions in the field of refining, martial artists still need to refine the materials consistent with their own strength step by step and solidify the field inch by inch.


    This process depends on the opportunities of each individual.


    Those who transport air to heaven can get natural materials and earth treasures that match their own strength, and may be able to preliminarily complete the construction of the field in a year or two.


    However, normally speaking, it takes decades and hundreds of years for a martial artist to initially build his own field.


    At the last moment, Luo Zheng also understood the true meaning of the Qing emperor''s Wooden emperor Sutra.


    The small tree in the divine sea is the field of the green emperor and the wooden emperor!


    This skill is incomparably magical. It definitely surpasses the great magic power of heaven level and reaches the level of Tao level skill.


    It may even be the middle grade and top grade of the Taoist level. This skill has been a continuous construction field since the beginning of cultivation.


    "Originally, this small tree is the field of the green emperor Mu Huang. Previously, part of the wood attribute power refined by the green emperor Mu Huang sutra was absorbed by it. It was originally used to build the field. No wonder the seeds of the Gaye Holy tree were absorbed!"


    At the moment, Luo Zheng was still in shock. Unexpectedly, he condensed the field in the realm of divine courage.


    "This time I don''t know whether it should be a blessing in disguise, but I''m afraid it''s no different from death."


    Luo Zheng felt bitter. Although his body looked complete, it was actually fragmented inside.


    This is because Jiuyou refined the demon body and got the golden blood.


    This time, he even completely dried up the spring of innate life in his body. Part of it was used by him to moisten his body against the fire, and part of it was directly burned.


    Now, in his body, the meridians are scattered, and his internal organs are full of holes.


    All his real money has been exhausted.


    "Damn it, these flames went into my body and went deep into the bone marrow. Even the viscera were intertwined with that kind of flame. What should I do now? As long as the Reiki energy entered my body, it would be ignited by this flame immediately, and it was impossible to condense the true yuan!"


    Luo Zheng tried to run the Qing emperor''s wood emperor Sutra, and his face immediately changed greatly.


    If he can''t get rid of this terrible flame, he can''t practice at all.


    Moreover, this kind of flame is burning his body all the time. Even if he has strong physique, has domain protection and can not die, it is impossible to practice. He is no different from a disabled man!


    "What to do!"


    Luo Zheng frowned. Unexpectedly, he was lucky to survive, but he was facing this situation.


    If he becomes a loser from then on, all his hopes will turn into dirt.


    Xu Xuanyun is in charge of Shura King''s court, and his accomplishments have reached the mysterious realm of heaven. If Luo Zheng has no accomplishments, how can he save his mother and sister.


    It''s a hundred times more painful to keep him alive than to die.


    "Well, what''s this?"


    Suddenly, Luo Zheng found that there was a red Scripture in his God sea.


    This scripture exudes an ancient, mysterious and mysterious flavor.


    On the cover of the Sutra, several ancient characters and symbols emit a faint red light.


    Luo Zheng had never seen this kind of writing, but when he saw these symbols, the meaning of the writing was immediately deeply printed into his mind.