Chapter 139 Angry
the other side.
The silver cat Xiying carried the incense burner and came to a big tree not far away.
This is a huge century-old tree. There is a secret small tree hole dug out in the branch of the tree ten feet above the ground. The tree hole is covered with fur and silk, and there is a pillow made of silk bags.
The silver cat Xiying placed the cauldron in front of her and raised a paw to place it on it.
A ray of silver light lit up from the center of its claws, and the silver light formed a magic circle that enveloped the furnace body. The rays of light gathered in clusters and gathered towards the incense burner.
However, after waiting for a moment, there was no reaction from the tripod.
Silver cat Xiying's eyes lit up with doubts, and his furry little head came closer. When he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly found that the cauldron lit up on its own, and the furnace body began to become transparent and blurry.
Silver Cat Xiying's eyes flashed and he quickly withdrew his magic power.
But the incense burner's virtualization did not stop, until it completely became virtual under its gaze, and finally disappeared.
Silver Cat Xiying's cheeks puffed up and he said angrily: "Oh, how did this damn bastard do it?"
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At the same time, Yuan Ming felt a warmth on his arm.
A blue-black incense burner tattoo gradually emerged clearly.
"Back!" Yuan Ming was overjoyed when he saw this.
After touching the tattoo pattern on his arm, he stood up, glanced left and right, but did not see the silver cat, and immediately turned around and returned to his residence.
After returning, he no longer thought of lighting incense and trying to possess someone. Instead, he sat at the table and waited quietly for the silver cat to appear.
Sure enough, a moment later, the silver cat appeared at the window again.
It still walked gracefully, not feeling guilty at all for what it had just done. Instead, it looked at Yuan Ming angrily.
"You took my stuff without asking, are you still angry?" Yuan Ming said angrily.
"Hmph, why don't you just borrow it for a few days for fun? You're too stingy." Seeing Yuan Ming questioning, the silver cat Xiying became furious. She scratched her paws on the window frame and her voice rang in Yuan Ming's ears.
"This thing is not something you can play with casually. If someone takes it away, you will be in trouble." Yuan Ming said with a serious expression.
"Snatch it away? Who dares! Don't even look at who I am?" Silver Cat said proudly.
"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid of the unexpected. This incense burner is very important to me..." Yuan Ming said patiently.
"I just want to play with your incense burner. I just want to play. You are a stingy guy. I don't even look at who helped you practice. What's wrong with playing for a while? What's the matter? Stingy!" Silver Cat Xiying didn't listen to Yuan at all. Ming immediately interrupted and started shouting.
Yuan Ming felt a little guilty when he heard this, so he waved his hand casually, and the incense burner appeared in his hand again. He put it on the table and said: "Okay, okay, you can play, just play here."
"I'm not interested anymore, I'm not interested anymore." The silver cat glanced at the incense burner, slowly lay down on the window edge, rested his little head on his two front paws, and looked away.
The atmosphere was a bit solid, Yuan Ming thought for a while and said:
"What do you want this incense burner for? Can you tell me about it?"
In fact, he has always had doubts about the appearance of Silver Cat, and was on guard at the beginning. But after getting along for a long time, and Silver Cat did help him a lot and even saved himself, from the bottom of his heart, he has already Consider the silver cat a friend.
"If I don't tell you, I'm too lazy to care about you now." Silver Cat Xiying's voice sounded in Yuan Ming's mind.
"Then let me take a guess." Yuan Ming said.
Silver Cat Xiying turned her eyes and looked at Yuan Ming, blinking twice, wanting to hear what Yuan Ming could say.
"When I was practicing the Ming Yue Jue, I summoned this incense burner and felt that it helped stabilize the soul and increase the soul power. You must have the same feeling." Yuan Ming continued.
He had long discovered that the reason why the naughty greedy son of the previous three cave masters liked to get close to him was probably because of this.
"It seems you are not stupid. Have you woken up? Let me touch your head. You may have grown horns." The silver cat stretched out its crystal clear paws and touched Yuan Ming's head.
Yuan Ming subconsciously hid when he saw this. The scene of Xiying slashing Kuntu to the ground with his claw was still vivid in his mind. He didn't want to be touched by this claw again.
"Stop, stop, your claws are neither light nor heavy. It's too scary." Yuan Ming was startled and said.
"Coward, I really want to harm you, why should I wait now? I would have already struck down with one claw and killed the person to seize the cauldron." Silver Cat Xiying said disdainfully.
"Then why don't you do it?" Yuan Ming asked strangely.
"I won't tell you, goodbye." Suddenly the silver cat jumped down like lightning, swept away the piece of paper that was torn in half on the table with a sweep of his paw, turned around and jumped to the tree next to it. superior.
Yuan Ming thought to himself: "Xi Ying, it seems like you are not angry anymore..."
"Xiying, I will start going to Shiwanda Mountain to practice in seclusion tomorrow." Upon seeing this, Yuan Ming shouted outside.
"It's up to you." The latter disappeared from his sight without looking back.
Yuan Ming looked at the direction where the silver cat Xiying left, with a complicated look on his face.
Since he met this silver cat, he found that its original aloof character has gradually changed a lot, and sometimes it is a little cute.
In fact, after I gradually achieved some success in cultivation, I discovered that communication between souls is not simple.
The origin of Xiying must be extraordinary, and the name "Xiying" sounds like it was given by a woman?
After a while, Yuan Ming came to his senses, closed the window, then placed the incense burner on the table again, and lit the homemade black incense.
Before the possession this time, he also silently chanted the little emperor in his heart, but he failed to possess him, but instead possessed the servant of the general's mansion.
This made Yuan Ming a little confused. He didn't know whether his previous guess was wrong, or whether his mind was not focused enough before the possession this time.
After all, after being tossed around by the silver cat Xiying, his mind was indeed not calm, and his mind was a little messy.
However, no matter what the reason was, he had to stop for a while. He couldn't forget the necessity of hard practice because of the possible benefits of possession.
His real foundation was his own strength. In the next period of time, he must focus on retreat and practice.
On the second day, Yuan Ming set off for the Ten Thousand Mountains.
He found a mountain forest with lush trees, cut down trees, and built a simple wooden house on a towering ancient tree.
The wood attribute here is abundant, and it is the place where he will practice in seclusion for the next period of time.
When the wooden house was built, it was already evening.
Yuan Ming came under the tree and, in accordance with his habit as a furry beast slave, built a fire pit with stones and filled it with firewood and dead leaves.
But this time, he did not use a fire starter to light the fire.
Instead, he stood ten feet away from the fire pit, with his legs apart and a horse stance, raised his hands, and held one hand on the wrist of the other.
Then, he closed his eyes and concentrated, recalling the scene when he possessed the little emperor and performed the burning and explosion technique with him.
As he chanted softly, the magic power in his body began to flow along a predetermined path, flowing towards the tip of his raised index finger.
The next moment, a fist-sized flame ignited with a "sizzle" and floated on his fingertips.
The flames gathered, the heat surged, the scorching heat spread, and waves of air rose, blowing Yuan Ming's hair on his forehead slightly up, and his face was also reflected by the firelight and flushed.
Yuan Ming calmed down and began to try to activate his magic power according to his previous guess, pouring it into the already formed fireball.
At first, he didn't dare to open and close too much, and strictly controlled the magic power like a trickle, flowing into his fingertips.
The fireball, which was originally the size of a walnut, spewed out a tongue of fire at the moment the magic power flowed in, and then returned to calm, but the size of the fireball began to slowly increase.
After feeling that there was nothing wrong, Yuan Ming began to transfer the magic power with confidence.
Waves of magic power quickly flowed out from Dantian and continued to gather into the fireball. The slowly growing fireball suddenly began to grow rapidly, and soon became as big as a baby's head.
The color of the flame also changed from red to bright yellow. The scorching temperature had already burned Yuan Ming's face tight, and a burning smell filled the air.
But accompanied by this, the rapid loss of magic power in Yuan Ming's body was almost out of control.
Just when Yuan Ming felt that his mana was no longer sustainable and was about to throw out the fireball, the mana stored in his dantian had already reached the bottom.
The flames on the huge fireball stopped spitting out, and the size no longer grew. It only lasted for one or two breaths, and then it broke apart with a "bang", turned into countless sparks, and dissipated in the air.
Yuan Ming sat on the ground dejectedly, feeling that his dantian was empty, and he seemed to have been drained of energy.
He quickly took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand. While sitting cross-legged to practice, he absorbed the spiritual power in it to help himself recover quickly.
After this verification, Yuan Ming found that the mana reserve in his dantian was not as good as that of the little emperor.
The latter could support the fireball until it grew to the size of an adult's head, but he couldn't do it.
It can be said that it was Yuan Ming's accidental possession that helped the little emperor start the path of practice, so their practice time should be similar, but the result was that Yuan Ming fell behind a lot.
There are naturally differences in external conditions. After all, as the emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom, he should not lack resources for cultivation, but his qualifications for cultivation are probably one in a million.
"This burning and exploding technique seems to be able to maintain growth as long as the mana is continuously transferred. At least with my mana, I can't try its limit for the time being." Yuan Ming thought.
It was not until the second half of the night that Yuan Ming finally recovered the mana in his dantian.
He couldn't wait to start trying again.
This time, he paid close attention to the changes in the mana in his dantian, and did not exhaust the mana like last time, letting the fireball annihilate itself.
Instead, before the mana was about to run out, he used all his strength to smash it into the fire pit in front of him.
I saw the bright yellow fireball fly into the fire pit, and the moment it landed, a loud "bang" sound came.
A huge ball of flame exploded from the fire pit, and countless fireballs splashed with soil and gravel, forming a circle of flames with a radius of about ten feet.
"It's too big!" A thought suddenly flashed through Yuan Ming's mind.
The scorching heat mixed with air waves and gravel, sweeping in all directions with an extremely strong impact force.