Temple of Madness

Chapter 333 The Strange Flame
Chapter 333 Strange Flame

The scorching heat around him made Zhang Yang feel like a roast suckling pig on the fire.

He controlled his true qi to wrap around him to insulate himself from the damage of the flames, but found that he could still feel the pain of scorched flesh.

He frowned and increased his true energy, but found that as his true energy increased, the temperature became even higher.

He bit his lower lip in pain from the burning sensation, squinted his eyes and looked ahead, and found that a few hundred meters away, there was a beam of light shining on the stone platform, and he could vaguely see the stone platform It looks like a book.

Zhang Yang should understand that that book is what he wants to get.

As he walked forward with difficulty, he carefully looked at the surrounding environment, but found that it was a bit like a pattern of eight trigrams.

It's just that the two breaths of black and white have become one red and one basket.

If you want to get the book, you have to go through the red and blue areas.

Zhang Yang bit his lower lip tightly, the burning sensation had begun to spread from his flesh to his bones, and he even felt his brain was also being severely burned.

This fire is no ordinary fire!
Zhang Yang couldn't take it anymore, he knelt down on one knee, slowly raised his hand, looked at the burning flame above, and suddenly found that the flame was red on the outside, but there was a fire inside. Black dots of light.

"What kind of fire is this?"

Zhang Yang frowned carefully observing the flame, his face became more and more puzzled, what kind of flame is this?
Why has he never seen it?
Just when Zhang Yang was wondering, suddenly there was a click in his mind, as if something was broken.

But soon Zhang Yang knew exactly what was broken, because he had already peeped into his heart through his own eyes, and found that the inner alchemy that had been formed with great difficulty was actually shattered into two pieces.

"what!"

Zhang Yang fell to the ground in pain, clutched his head vigorously, and kept twisting his body on the ground like a twist.

This was the first time he felt that he was really likely to die. This kind of pain caused him to have hallucinations, and his body became lighter and lighter, as if his soul was withdrawn from his body.

Just when Zhang Yang flew lightly into the air, seeing his body on the ground twisted and curled up in pain, all pain disappeared in an instant.

A line of turbid transparent tears flowed down from his misty and transparent eye sockets, he cried tremblingly, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, Senior Yan, Master Gu, I, I let you down."

Zhang Yang's body floated around in the sky, feeling melancholy in his heart. Just when his body was pulled away quickly, as if being pulled away by a pair of big hands, suddenly there was an angry roar from above his head: "Get out of here! Now it's too late!" Not when you die!"

The voice was full of coercion, and Zhang Yang suddenly felt as if he had been slapped, and his body rushed towards his body.

With a ding, the painful feeling returned to his body, but this time, Zhang Yang insisted on gritting his teeth to feel the severe pain.

Because the pain let him know that he was alive again!

At the moment when his soul left his body, Zhang Yang deeply understood that as long as he is alive, there is hope, and as long as a person is alive, he can overcome any suffering.

Thinking about it, Zhang Yang struggled to get up from the ground, and continued to walk forward, towards the mysterious book in the center.

The coercive voice just now sounded from the top of the head again, but this time it seemed that there was no anger just now. Instead, he said with a hint of approval: "Even if you still have a little wisdom, it means that Yuanshi Tianzun did not misunderstand the person. Little ghost, I can I tell you, you have to hold on to me!"

Zhang Yang frowned, his body was covered with blood and blood, no matter how unbearable the pain was, he was used to it, and he continued to walk forward while asking in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

After the voice let out a burst of laughter, it said mysteriously: "Who am I? You are not qualified to know yet. When you become a fairy and reach the heaven, we will naturally meet each other, but when the time comes , Whether we are enemies or friends, we don’t know.”

Zhang Yang froze for a moment, the wound on his body began to bleed continuously, and the ground was covered with bloody footprints from where he walked. His appearance was very miserable. It could even be said that he was no longer a human figure, but a shapeless corpse.

Zhang Yang continued to walk forward step by step, and asked in a generally hoarse voice: "Senior, I don't understand what you mean, please clarify."

"Little ghost, you really have a lot of questions! You'd better stop talking nonsense and hurry up to the heaven!"

The voice seemed to be very impatient, and after finishing speaking, it fell into a silence.

Zhang Yang knew that this person must also be a certain great god in the immortal class, and he was also a very bad-tempered immortal, so he probably had already left, so he continued to walk forward.

When he was just one step away from reaching the blue area, Zhang Yang's knees suddenly clicked, and he fell directly to the ground.

He fell in a very embarrassing situation, but the pain had already made him numb. He still looked firmly at the ancient book in front of him, and continued to clasp the ground with his hands with difficulty, crawling forward inch by inch.

Finally he touched the blue light, the burning sensation on his body receded, followed by bone-chilling cold.

The blood that flowed out of his body instantly solidified and froze on his body, his frozen teeth chattered, and when he took a look at his legs, his legs had been burned by the strange flames without flesh, leaving only his body with bones visible.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, his knees were already twisted in a strange posture.

His leg was broken, and he could only crawl on the ground with his still strong hands.

He was as numb as an unconscious machine, constantly crawling on the ground with his fingers showing bones, his small body was so small under the blue light.

Relying on his strong consciousness, he looked at the ancient books that gradually became clear, and kept climbing to the desk where the ancient books were placed.

This book was his only thought. With the last bit of strength, he put his hands full of bones on it, and the corner of his mouth raised, and he fainted.

Only at this time, the entire gossip formation composed of blue and red suddenly trembled.

I saw two red and blue light balls rising slowly from the gossip formation, rushing towards Zhang Yang's comatose and limp body.

Zhang Yang's body began to crazily absorb the two forces of red and blue like a black hole
(End of this chapter)