Three hundred and ninety-one, Nine States Discussing Tao (14)
After it was determined that Wen Caiwei had set the fire on her own, Lin Yige took back the treasures and returned them to their original owners after removing the imprint of spiritual consciousness.
Several people received their magic weapons and were a little surprised.
Lin Yige's calm demeanor shows that his beloved disciple Wen Caiwei is capable of handling the current dangerous situation on his own.
Several of them are in the Nascent Soul stage, but they can't guarantee that they will be unharmed even if they are swallowed up by this sea of fire.
Yin Chan grabbed her golden bell, rubbed it for a moment, and asked: "Senior, why...?"
Lin Yige shook his head and was about to speak when the Tingfeng Pavilion building fell apart at this moment.
The explosive fire scattered unburned fragments in all directions.
"Spread out!"
As Lin Yige reminded everyone, he drew his sword and swung it upward, while at the same time he quickly performed the Tianshui Jue with his left hand.
With her current level of cultivation, it is still a bit reluctant to directly put out the fire by calling the wind and rain.
But the Tianshui Jue lasts very short, so for her, it's nothing to worry about.
The most important thing is that it will not affect Caiwei's actions.
Everyone heard the reminder and hurriedly backed away. After standing still, they looked up and saw a big hole opened in the clear blue sky, with stars twinkling in the hole.
The defensive formation of the Kyushu Forum on Taoism was once again penetrated by the Guiyi Sect!
There was no time to marvel, as the looming starlight in the cave had been obscured by a layer of rolling dark clouds.
As Lin Yige said "Rain is coming", it was as if a pair of invisible hands were twisting the dark clouds, and waterfall-like rainwater poured down from the hole in the formation.
The rainwater flew away, avoiding the hottest spot of the fire, and extinguished all the scattered sparks, leaving the Tingfeng Pavilion alone in the sea of flames.
The spiritual energy in Lin Yige's body poured out like a flood bursting through a bank. In just a moment, it reached the point where he could no longer maintain the Tianshui Jue.
She immediately stopped the spell and casually took the Hui Yuan Dan into her mouth to replenish her spiritual power.
The clouds closed and the rain stopped, and the defensive formation seemed to have regained its strength. The holes were quickly closed, and the sky was blue and clear again.
The fire is out, but not completely.
When the disciples of Tingfeng Pavilion saw this, they were shocked and angry, and started to complain.
"Senior Lin already has a way to extinguish fires, why did he wait until now to use it? Could it be that he deliberately wants to see me listen to Feng Pavilion's jokes?"
"If you want to put out the fire, how can you not put it out completely? Is it possible that for the sake of these unimportant outsiders, you would even care about the life and death of your own disciples?"
"If I, the Supreme Elder of Tingfeng Pavilion, were not here at this moment, would it be the Guiyi Sect's turn to pretend to sell favors here?"
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Before the Guiyi faction could say anything, Yin Chan took the lead and cursed: "Conscienceless birdman! Can such nonsense come out of your mouth?"
"Who do you think you are? You really think you are hooking up with the Guiyi Sect, and you dare to speak loudly to me like Tingfeng Pavilion?"
Lin Yige had come to his senses at this time, raised his hand to interrupt the meaningless quarrel between the two parties, and pointed at the fire that was still burning.
A figure holding a sword was reflected in the fire scene.
The figure gently held the sword flower, and the raging flames turned into an orange flame and stopped at the tip of the sword.
When everyone saw this, they all exclaimed in surprise.
"Wen Caiwei?"
"Fellow Literary Daoist?"
"Senior Sister Wen!"
"Master!"
Wen Caiwei held the earth fire with a sword in one hand, and an exquisite copper bell in the other hand.
Others didn't know what kind of treasure the copper bell was. They only knew that Wen Caiwei could control the earth fire, and their admiration and envy were beyond words.
This is not the case for Tingfeng Pavilion disciples.
Wen Caiwei could easily control the fire, but they struggled to extinguish it and made others laugh. It was hard not to become angry.
"Wen Caiwei, since you can control the earth fire, why have you delayed it until now? What is your intention?!"
"Why is Elder Bu's soul-calling bell in your hand?"
"Did you set this fire?!"
"Tingfeng Pavilion treats each other with courtesy, but you set fire to the building, how unreasonable!"
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Facing the accusations from everyone in Tingfeng Pavilion, Wen Caiwei said with a cold face: "I set the fire, so what?"
Wen Caiwei's words were extremely strong, which directly subverted everyone's understanding of her in Tingfeng Pavilion.
Is this still the gentle Wen Caiwei?
Could it be that his body was taken away from him?
Without further ado, Wen Caiwei's sword-holding hand shook slightly, and the cute earth fire became violent again.
The spirit sword was charged with fire and swung out a beam of fire, frightening the Tingfeng Pavilion disciples into shutting their mouths.
Wen Caiwei looked back at Lin Yige, as if to confirm something.
Lin Yige had some guesses in her mind and nodded to her.
Wen Caiwei pursed her lips and smiled, turned around, shook the earth fire from the sword onto the soul-calling bell, and muttered something.
The soul-calling bell was instantly swallowed up by the fire.
The earth-fire refining weapon has no disadvantages. There are almost no materials that it cannot smelt, and the Soul-Calling Bell is no exception.
It's just that the effort required to control the earth fire originating from the center of the earth is comparable to that of extraordinary fire.
If you don't catch it a little bit, you will easily suffer backlash.
When Lu Hengbo saw the doorway, he was worried and said: "Picking weeds to set fire to the building, waiting for an opportunity to break the formation, has consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness. Now the soul-calling bell is being smelted in front of everyone... That is the spiritual consciousness of a Mahayana monk named Bu Taixu.
The branded treasure, she doesn’t want to die?!”
Lin Yige did not take action, but just stared at Wen Caiwei quietly, locked the people in Tingfeng Pavilion who were about to move with his consciousness, and said: "I also want to know whose soul Bu Taixu's soul-summoning bell summoned?
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After about a stick of incense was touched, the soul-calling bell could no longer withstand the burning of the earth's fire and was already on the verge of melting.
After another half a moment, the copper bell suddenly vibrated, and after a buzzing sound, it instantly melted into a pool of copper water, and several looming white shadows rose up.
Wen Caiwei quickly cut her fingertips and forced a drop of blood into the copper water.
She possesses the spiritual root of chaos, and her blood essence and blood are great tonics for her remaining soul and essence.
Sure enough, those white shadows manifested themselves when exposed to blood, showing shadowy human shapes.
Only then did everyone realize that those white shadows were actually remnant souls!
And soul refining is an evil heretic!
Wen Caiwei took a breath and added a drop of blood essence into the copper water, regardless of the ground fire gradually getting out of control.
The blurred human figure quickly became clear.
Lu Hengbo recognized the white shadow that appeared first and exclaimed: "Wen Mengyue?!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the crowd.
"This is... my uncle? My uncle, why are you dead? My uncle!"
"Grandma, I am A Niu. You hugged me when I was a child!"
"Auntie! Auntie, how...how could you be like this?"
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Several remnant souls were recognized by the same sect or bloodline, and were "claimed" one by one.
For a moment, there seemed to be a family recognition meeting held on the ruins of Tingfeng Pavilion.
The monks onlookers watched with great interest.
"How is this going?"
"Didn't you hear what those disciples said? This is Bu Taixu's soul-summoning bell! He must have killed these female cultivators, refined their souls, and kept them in the soul-summoning bell!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, you really know people, faces but not hearts!"
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Wen Caiwei's sea of consciousness was almost dry, and she was at the end of her strength, but she still held on for a breath to stabilize Wen Mengyue's soul.