It turns out that the spirit body has no permanent shape, but like smoke, it disperses and gathers, gathers and disperses again.
In the eighth-level killing formation, only half of the strange fire was trapped, but the other half escaped, which was quite similar to cutting off the tail to survive.
The half of the little fire people who escaped condensed into human form again, but it was not as solid as before. When they opened their mouths, another huge flame came out, completely covering the light curtain of the eighth-level killing array.
Within a moment or two, the light curtain dissipated, leaving only a charred black array disk, which was dragged into the abdomen of the little fire man.
Swallowed something good again!
The little fireman was about to smile proudly when he suddenly saw the surging Yellow River hanging upside down above his head, shaking the heaven and the earth.
water?
What it hates most is water!
The little fireman instantly exploded into countless sparks and fled in all directions.
The surging water of the Yellow River dives and surges with a devastating force.
If the eighth-level killing formation relies on the sharpness of the sword blade, then the eighth-level Yellow River formation relies on the power of flowing water.
Once the eighth-level Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is activated, it will form a vast space within itself. Objects within the formation cannot see its boundaries, nor can they touch its boundaries, leaving trapped objects with nowhere to escape.
And in the vast space, there are majestic rivers with nine twists and turns, forming a giant maze. People who are trapped in it will never get out. Not only can they not get out, the nearby floods are like wild beasts, ready to rise up at any time and drag their prey into it.
in.
The little fire man is not afraid of the sword killing formation, but he is afraid of the torrential water.
The scattered sparks, one after another, were swept into the huge waves like stone cows entering the sea, without even a trace of smoke coming out.
"Admit defeat! Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"
From the eighth-level Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, the frightened cry of the Little Fire Man begging for mercy could be heard.
Although the Yellow River Formation is vast inside, from the outside it is just a ball of light that is more than ten feet wide.
"Admit defeat? I'm afraid it's a bit late." An Qingli in the Mustard Dimension raised his eyebrows, "Tell me about your abilities. If you are capable enough, I might be able to spare your life."
"I can even bake your space fairy weapon. Doesn't this count as a skill?"
However, An Qingli deliberately provoked it: "You are so weak, ordinary water can seriously damage your vitality. Just wait until I can cultivate the golden elixir or Yuanying, and use a few more water condensation techniques, I'm afraid it will
I can kill you. I don’t have any other skills. Let me tell you."
"Can you please stop talking now!" Little Fireman begged, "If you keep talking, I will die! If you make a contract with me, you know everything!"
A big wave rolled up, and hundreds of sparks disappeared immediately.
An Qingli still looked indifferent, and communicated with Xiao Jintan: "This spirit body cannot squeeze out blood and essence, so how can we form a contract?"
"Are you really going to collect it?" Xiao Jintan was unhappy. He collected the thunder first and then the fire. Why would he come after whatever he disliked?
An Qingli stirred the golden leaves of Little Jintan with his hand, and comforted him in a good voice: "That Little Fire Man is a powerful character. If you don't accept it, wouldn't it be a waste of so many seventh- and eighth-order formations? Besides, you and I
Sharing longevity, how much I rely on you does not mean how much you rely on me."
Only then did Xiao Jintan feel a little relieved. He straightened up the golden tree trunk as thick as a chopstick and said: "It's simple. Spiritual bodies are most afraid of heaven's punishment. Let them make a great oath between gods and demons to regard you as their master for the rest of their lives. No one can do it."
If you disobey in the slightest, otherwise you will be punished by heaven and your soul will disappear immediately and you will no longer exist."
"This is my little Jintan." An Qingli praised with a smile, and then said solemnly to the remaining Martians in the formation, "My surname is An and my name is Qingli. I have made a great oath to the gods and demons for the rest of my life.
Treat me as your master and don’t disobey me, so I’ll let you out.”
The little fire man complained, but in order to survive, he had to do as he was told.
An Qingli used his finger skills to stop the rushing water in the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation.
The wind and waves in the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation were suddenly calm and peaceful.
"It's time to start." An Qingli was still holding the seal in her hand. If the little fireman regretted it, she wouldn't mind destroying it immediately.
"All the gods and demons in the sky testify," the scattered sparks, one after another, like blood drops, quickly gathered in one place, and gradually condensed into a red light curtain with intricate runes. The light curtain slowly rotated, and the faint sound of Xiao Huo'er came out.
With a sad voice, he said, "Today I am willing to serve An Qingli as my master. I will surrender to you for the rest of my life and will never disobey. If I have any second thoughts, I will let the punishment from heaven come down and my body will be scattered and my soul will fly away."
As soon as the Little Fire Man finished speaking, An Qingli felt a tremor in his divine palace, and suddenly there was a ray of connection with the Little Fire Man's soul.
This great oath between gods and demons is a soul contract. As long as the souls of both parties are immortal, this contract will always exist.
An Qingli was quite satisfied.
"Master, let me out quickly." If the little fire man trapped in the formation could shed tears, he would have shed a river of tears.
It was so miserable. Instead of swallowing the space fairy weapon, it swallowed itself.
When An Qingli learned what Xiao Huo Ren was thinking, he suppressed his laughter, performed finger gestures with both hands, and first retracted the eighth-level formation disk into the mustard space.
The dim-colored little fireman floated outside the Mustard Seed Space with a humming sound.
It seems that Mustard Seed Dimension still has a temper, blocking the little fireman that burned it, and not ready to let it in.
"Master, I can't get in." The little fireman felt aggrieved and tried to bump into the airflow, but he couldn't get in.
It formed a soul contract with An Qingli, unlike Xiao Jintan and Xiao Lingxi, who formed a contract with essence and blood, so it was not like them and could freely enter and exit the Mustard Seed Space.
However, the Mustard Seed Space belongs to An Qingli alone. If An Qingli is not willing, Xiao Jintan and Xiao Lingxi will not be able to enter and exit freely.
With a thought in her mind, An Qingli took the little fireman into the Mustard Seed space and landed on her palm.
"Master." The little fire man was still grunting. It was really miserable. It accidentally became the servant of a human monk.
However, I took a sneak peek at the master's mustard space. Although it was a little small, it seemed to be not bad. The spiritual energy was really abundant, and it was much stronger than the high altitude where it stayed.
Wow, it seems like it’s still profitable!
"Come on, you coward. Aren't you just afraid of being swallowed by some water-spouting monster by hiding in such a high position?"
"Who said I'm a coward?" It was very courageous in order to swallow magical artifacts and spiritual treasures. When these human cubs came out of the secret realm, they could sneak to the ground and pick up many magical artifacts and spiritual treasures.
If the space fairy weapon wasn't so attractive, it wouldn't want to show up and have a fight.
Wow, I didn’t win the fight and got myself involved.
The little fire man started to hum and chirp again.
"You little guy, although you are not very good at roasting space immortal weapons, your ability to roast space immortal weapons until they are scalding hot is already comparable to the real fire of an eighth or ninth level weapon refining master. Since you are specially born for refining weapons.
Yes, let’s call you the Smelting Fire.”
An Qingli raised his lips and smiled. He was connected to the Smelting Fire through a contract, so he naturally knew about its innate magical power.
That gift of supernatural power is really wonderful!
An Qingli secretly praised and threw out a storage bag of magic weapons and spiritual weapons, which were all given to her by everyone in the Tianyun Sect.
Continue to collect, check in, red beans, and reward, I love you guys, yay!
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