"Um"

A soft moan.

Zhang Chu, who was sitting cross-legged on the spotless white jade ground, opened his eyes.

The deep true energy in his body seemed to be the orthodox Taoist, slowly calmed down in the long river. When he opened his eyes, he saw a golden light shining, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

It seemed like a ball of fire was burning.

It was indeed a ball of fire.

A golden flame was burning on a bronze brazier in the guards of the four jade platforms, which was quite strange.

There is no wick or oil.

The basin was filled with ashes, which caused the golden flame to burn quietly, and it did not emit heat. In this thirty-foot-meter-a-meter-a-meter-a-meter-long Jade Taichung, there was only a warmth that penetrated into the body.

Just like the scorching sun in the afternoon.

But this is just an illusion. At the location of Zhang Chu, it is the boundary. As long as you take a step forward, you will feel the domineering and arrogant golden flame.

The thousand-year-old holy fire burns all things.

In this world, there are only a few people who can withstand the burning of the holy fire.

Compared to Zhang Chu who had suffered a few months ago, he had less frivolousness and more calmness. He had a smooth movement while exerting his skills, but he had a few more master's demeanor.

His two eyes with different pupils looked at the beating golden flame in front of him, and his eyes were full of curiosity, expectation and desire.

Such a magical object is really rare in the world.

How good would it be if it were owned by his Seven Quarter Sect?

"I am unstable and have a lot of thoughts. Unfortunately, I have a talented body. If you still jump out of this way in the future and want to reach your father's level, it will be impossible for you in this life."

The old gentle voice sounded from behind Zhang Chu, with a hint of reprimand.

Zhang Chu didn't care either.

He stood up from the spotless white jade ground, hugged the people behind him, and said:

"Thank you the Lord for your advice and thank you for your support in the Holy Fire Sect Holy Land. This great kindness will never be forgotten by me."

"This is for your father's sake."

The old man Yangtao, who was leaning on a peach wood cane, replied casually.

The head of the Holy Fire Sect is still wearing a linen gown, dressed up like an old man who is performing on the street. He tied up his long white hair and stood behind Zhang Chu.

He looked at the burning golden fire in front of him and said in a cold tone:

"Now that the remaining limbs have been restored, it's time for you to leave, so I won't send you there."

Zhang Chu touched his hand that was still wrapped in a bandage.

Half a year ago, during the night battle in Suzhou, two fingers that were cut off by the Shaking Blade had grown again.

It's just a little awkward than the original fingers.

It will take some time for this new limb to re-hold the knife.

"The thousand-year-old holy fire leads vitality into the body, making the broken limbs repeat. The divine objects of the Lord and the noble religion are wonderful, and the younger generation has truly seen it."

But Zhang Chu did not leave immediately.

He said to Yang Tao:

"I have received great kindness from the Lord, and I will definitely be rewarded. I see what the Lord has been looking for in the Central Plains in recent years, but I always return in disappointment.

It’s better to listen to Uncle Tao, if my Seven Quarter Sect can help, Zhang Chu will do his best to help.”

"Um?"

Yang Tao glanced at Zhang Chu.

The old man from Taohua put his left hand behind him, raised his right hand, touched his beard hanging on his chest, and looked at the holy fire in front of him.

The reflection of the golden flame seemed to appear in the eyes.

He remembered the conversation he had with Zhang Moye overnight in Suzhou.

After a moment, he said:

"I want to find two disciples who have been away from home in the south of the Central Plains to come back, but due to some agreements with my old friends, I cannot go there in person.

It would be a good thing if you could help me bring my disciple back.

Zhang Chu, I have always known your wishes.

You have been ambitious since childhood and want to establish a peerless achievement like your father. I don’t hate such a hard-working personality.

You and that Gao Xing and Qu Xie secretly intersected, probably want to reorganize the power of the Demon Cult."

The old man Taohua said softly:

"Let's do this. If you can help me achieve my long-cherished wish, it's not impossible for me to use the power of the Holy Fire Cult to help you achieve success."

There was a hint of clarity in Zhang Chu's eyes, but his face quickly suffocated and he said to Yang Tao:

"Uncle Tao said that the identities of those two people are, and I will try my best to find plans for Uncle Tao."

"Then listen."

Yang Tao waved her sleeves and whispered to Zhang Chu.

A trace of surprise flashed in the latter's eyes, but he didn't say anything else. Instead, he nodded and wanted to say goodbye.

He walked out a few steps and was called by the old man Taohua again.

The latter looked up and down at Zhang Chu, and he said:

"I have a good relationship with Zhang Moye. You are my junior. This time, you were repeatedly blocked and defeated and arrogant. It is not a bad thing.

I have seen that after this battle, you have made great progress in martial arts and martial arts. Let me ask you, how many magical skills have you learned by Zhang Moye left behind?"

"I dare not speak out the wonderful martial arts left by my father."

Zhang Chu said softly:

"But the battle in Suzhou has indeed inspired me to see the heroes of the world. In a few years, I can reach the realm of the sky list."

"good."

Yang Tao nodded, and he twisted his beard and said:

"When you break through martial arts later, if there is any obstacle, you will come to the Holy Volcano. This thousand-year holy fire can be borrowed from you again to help you break through."

These words made Zhang Chu's eyes lit up with joy.

He has experienced the wonder of the Holy Fire Sect. If he can get help from the Holy Fire again, it will be easier to break through when encountering a bottleneck in martial arts.

This is a real surprise.

Zhang Chu pursed his lips and said to Yang Tao:

"Then I'm thanking Uncle Tao. Zhang Chu must remember this kind of favor in his heart."

The old man Taohua just nodded without saying much.

Zhang Chu said a few more words to him, then said goodbye and left.

He also has to rush back to the Qijue Gate. He has been staying in the Holy Volcano for the past few months to recuperate his injuries. He doesn't know what the internal situation of the Qijue Gate is.

After Zhang Chu left, the old man Taohua walked forward, crossed the invisible boundary, and stepped into the forbidden land of the holy fire. When he stepped within five feet of the holy fire, the gentle burning flame exploded.

Straws of golden sun-like sparks jumped out of the brazier and wrapped around the peach blossom old man.

The temperature is extremely high enough to melt iron.

But the golden sparks were pulled by the Yang Tao Qi, entangled around him, and then sent back to the brazier one by one.

The golden fire was still burning, but Yang Tao's eyes were filled with loss and desolation.

The flame in front of him, whether it is temperature or scale, is half less than what he saw in his childhood.

If this continues, within twenty years, the sacred fire of light that has been passed down for thousands of years will be in danger of extinguishing.

Once this flame is extinguished, the Holy Fire Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, may be like a beach castle, swallowed and shattered by the surging tide from the outside world.

"The holy fire is bright and the holy fire is shining. People in the world suffer so much, and the world is chaotic."

Yang Tao stood before the holy fire and didn't care about the unbearable heat.

He closed his eyes, placed his left hand on his right arm and chanted in a low voice, with a sincere expression, just like a bitter Zen monk who had practiced for many years, full of a kind of quiet and free from dust.

This is an old man with faith in his heart.

No matter what the outside world evaluates the Holy Fire Cult.

In his life, he believed that only by converting to the holy fire and burning all the false thoughts in his heart could he be free from freedom and go to the bright world.

So, to be precise, Yang Tao is not a pure gangster.

"I haven't seen each other for many years, Brother Tao, why are you chanting scriptures again?"
To be continued...