Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1252 Flames
Several ghost soldiers came forward, picked up Ding Ermiao, and were about to throw it into the fire.

"Wait a minute, check Ding Ermiao's belongings before cremating him." Old Ghost Liu stopped the ghost soldiers.

Several ghost soldiers put Ding Ermiao down again and stepped aside.

The middle-aged scribe stepped forward and personally inspected Ding Ermiao's belongings.

In addition to whipping corpses and killing thousands of people, Ding Ermiao also carried a backpack, which was his treasure bag.

The backpack was opened. In addition to dozens of copper coins, there were also a yin-yang bell, a large compass, a box of incense, a cinnabar water brush, and other items. The most abundant ones were paper charms.Some are drawn paper symbols, and more are blank paper symbols.

There is also a jasper fan pendant and a pair of small black and white iron rings.The middle-aged scribe looked at it for a long time, wondering what the pendant and iron ring were for.

There is also a feather in it, which also troubles the middle-aged scribe and the black-faced general.

Because they had never seen such feathers before, they didn’t know whether it was pheasant feathers or peacock feathers. They looked completely different.

"Master Liu Tianshi, there is a hair here. I wonder what kind of bird hair it is?" The black-faced general asked humbly.

"Young people like to hunt for novelties. They must be the feathers of some rare birds collected by Ding Ermiao." Liu Tianshi tasted it for a while, but couldn't explain it, so he threw it into the fire: "Burn it, it's for Ding. Ermiao's funeral."

The feathers fluttered and fell into the fire.

The strange thing is that at the moment when the feather hit the fire, there was a bang and the flames burst out, and the head of the fire suddenly rose to a height of more than ten feet.

Old ghost Liu was startled, floated back a few feet, looked at the fire, and said to himself: "What kind of bird feather is this? It can actually emit such a big flame. And this flame..., there is something wrong."

This is the feather that Fire Phoenix left to Ding Ermiao as a token.

It is originally transformed by the fire of the Phoenix's Nirvana. When it encounters fire, it turns into its true form.

The black-faced general and the middle-aged scribe were also surprised and said: "This thing is weird, I wonder what kind of Maoshan magic it is!"

Liu Tianshi looked at the faint morning light in the eastern sky and said, "It's time. Throw the Ding Er seedlings in. Keep the Corpse Beating Whip and Ten Thousand Killer and show them to His Highness."

Several ghost soldiers stepped forward again, lifted Ding Ermiao's hands and feet, and prepared to throw him into the fire.

"Wait a minute, put him down!"

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded from behind without warning.

Old Ghost Liu and others were shocked and turned around, only to see a girl in red looking at him coldly.

"Who are you?" Old Ghost Liu asked sternly, horrified.

The black-faced general and the middle-aged scribe also changed their colors at the same time. This girl's arrival was so strange that they didn't even notice it beforehand!
"Ask me who I am, you are not worthy!" The girl said with disdain on her face: "Leave Ding Ermiao to me and get out."

"You stinky girl, you don't know whether to live or die!" The black-faced general yelled angrily and rushed forward with his sword drawn!

"It's you who don't know whether to live or die!" The girl smiled faintly, waved her sleeves, and turned around.

From her graceful figure, three-point-five colorful flames suddenly shot out, rushing towards Old Ghost Liu and the black-faced general, the middle-aged scribe respectively.

The three old ghosts each used their magic power to resist, but who knew that as soon as they fought, there was a scream that floated far away!

This kind of Phoenix Nirvana Fire has an extremely high temperature.

Back in Daxing'anling, when Ding Ermiao was conquering Lu Xianzi, he was stopped by the Phoenix Fire in front of the Twelve-story Building. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the underworld were unable to pass.

The six evil commanders and the four ghost kings in the underworld are all helpless and sighing at the fire.

In the end, it was Ding Ermiao who invited Li Qingdong and learned the fire escape method to penetrate the flames and break the pass.

The old ghosts in Lingshan County, like the handsome ghost kings in the underworld, were also unable to resist the phoenix fire.

The girl in red giggled, danced again, and dozens of smaller flames flew out of her body, rushing towards the other ghost soldiers.

Amid the screams, the ghostly figures of the ghost soldiers gradually disappeared into the firelight.

The three old ghosts from Lingshan County floated into the distance, and the flames chasing them were extinguished.Liu Tianshi waved his hand, and the three old ghosts attacked the girl in red from three directions.

But the girl in red waved her hand and rolled up the corpse whip on the ground.

Then, the corpse-beating whip was swung out, catching thousands of people and scattered objects on the ground.

Then, the girl bent down and put Ding Ermiao on her shoulders. She spun her body and turned into a ball of flames, slowly rising into the sky and heading northwest.

The black-faced general tried his best and threw the sword into the sky.

There was a chuckle in the sky, and a little stream of fire dropped, scaring the black-faced general to the point where he peed.

"Master Liu Tianshi, what should I do if Ding Ermiao has been snatched away?!" the middle-aged scribe asked with a look of fear on his face.

Liu Tianshi looked at the direction in which the flame disappeared and said: "It doesn't matter, Ding Ermiao's heart has been completely broken. Although his soul is intact, his body has no hope of resurrection."

"But his soul is not extinct, after all, it is still a future trouble. What if he comes back to take revenge?" the black-faced general asked.

"How much mana can a newly dead ghost have?" Old Ghost Liu said with disdain: "Even if his resentment is strong, he will increase his ghost power, but he will still be vulnerable. Mr. Tian, ​​General, let's go back and resume our lives. Bar."

The black-faced general and the middle-aged scribe looked at each other, nodded and disappeared from the place.

At this time, it was just dawn, and a red sun jumped out from the eastern horizon.

At the same sunrise time, Maoshan Damao Peak.

Ji Xiaoxiao stood in the morning breeze, looking at the direction where Ding Ermiao disappeared last night, waiting for Ding Ermiao's return.

In the middle of the night, Ji Xiaoxiao could no longer sleep. She quietly left Xuyun Temple alone and waited here.

The golden sunshine gradually filled Ji Xiaoxiao's body, and the autumn dew turned into tiny water droplets and condensed on her hair, making her look pitiful.

Not far away, Li Qingdong came over with Wan Shugao.

"Sister-in-law Xiaoxiao, when I got up, the boy said he didn't see you. I counted with my fingers and knew you must be here!" Wan Shugao walked over laughing.

Ji Xiaoxiao turned around, forced a smile, and said, "Er Miao...hasn't come back yet."

"Why has the night passed and Master Ding hasn't come back yet?" Li Qingdong frowned and said, "Auntie, the morning wind is very strong. You should go back first. I will wait for Master Ding here."

"No, I'll wait for him here. He will definitely come back." Ji Xiaoxiao smiled and shook his head, then looked at the ancient pine in front of him.

Last night, Ding Ermiao disappeared behind the pine tree.

Ji Xiaoxiao believed that maybe in the next moment, Ding Ermiao would turn around from behind the pine tree with a smile on her face.

Then, he would hold his hand and go back to Xuyun Temple together, or go down the mountain together, heading towards the unknown rivers and lakes, towards the next city...

(End of this chapter)