Chapter 392: Flame Spear

"Thank you, Senior Tianhuo!"

Ning Wuxie knelt in front of the stone statue with his fists clasped.

"Finally you remembered me... It's okay, it's okay, I hope you can succeed." Emperor Tianhuo's tone was still relaxed, but his mental fluctuations seemed to be much weaker than before.

"You have now achieved the stability of the three elements in your Dantian, and practiced one Saint-level and two Emperor-level skills at the same time. This is simply impossible in the Dharma Ending Age... Do you feel that your Qi Sea has expanded a lot?"

"Yes." Ning Wuxie said.

"Yes, now your strength should be able to crush all the immortal realms in the world. The most important thing is that the speed of practice is three times faster. Three high-level skills can be operated in the body at the same time. It should not be unimaginable to achieve the Emperor realm in fifty years." Emperor Tianhuo smiled.

"The junior must work hard to cultivate, achieve the realm of the emperor, kill the Heavenly Dao, and go to the outer domain to rescue the emperors!"

"Okay, okay, but I don't want anything from you, it's purely a chance. Just protect your little wife."

Ning Wuxie raised his head, his eyes were a little surprised, but he heard Emperor Tianhuo said: "What is the most important thing for people to live? It's love. What's the point of living without love? What's the need for a world without love to exist?"

"You and I are destined to be together. You are losing your lover, and I can't bear to see this, so I'm just helping you."

"Okay, okay, the last thing, lend me the last divine thought, and the Guanyan Gun will be yours."

Ning Wuxie knelt down hurriedly, but there was a trace of doubt in his heart about what Emperor Tianhuo said.

"It's yours"? Is this to give the artifact to himself?

A white light shone into Ning Wuxie's mind, and suddenly there was an object in his soul, an object that established a connection with his spirit.

Ning Wuxie opened the space channel and went out to the Lingwu Continent, and the Guanyan Gun was right in front of him.

With a thought, the tall spear that pierced the sky shrank into his palm in an instant.

The pitch-black spear was covered with ancient flame patterns. The spear was sharp but dull, like a poisonous snake with hidden needles and teeth, or a hidden dragon.

Ning Wuxie waved twice, sending out flames, and the Flame Spear let him drive it, docile and not like an emperor-level magic weapon.

The Flame Spear was not like the Xuanhu Divine Sword, which had to be held by the sword of Emperor Xuanchen's son to be barely used. While releasing huge power, it would also drain all the spiritual power in Ning Wuxie's body.

Ning Wuxie held the Flame Spear in his hand, as if he was its real master, skilled and at ease, and the artifact was obedient.

Therefore, the Flame Spear would not drain the master like the Xuanhu Divine Sword, releasing huge power that was not within Ning Wuxie's cultivation range, but it could be used as a magic weapon, and unlock more effects that were not yet known.

Ning Wuxie flew back to the small world and knelt to thank Emperor Tianhuo.

"Guanyan Spear... I finally see it in someone's hand again... Good brother."

"Senior, I don't deserve it." Ning Wuxie was terrified.

"What? I didn't call you." Ning Wuxie was stunned and raised his head.

"Brother, wake up!"

The Emperor of Skyfire called again, and Ning Wuxie suddenly felt the spear in his hand tremble, and another spiritual wave slowly awakened inside.

"Xu Yang? You're back?" A voice sounded from the Guanyan Spear, sounding like a teenager of sixteen or seventeen.

Ning Wuxie was startled, and his hand loosened, and the Guanyan Spear floated in place, as if it had life.

"Huh? Who is this?" The voice in the gun was a little confused.

"It's your new shopkeeper, you will work for him in the future." Skyfire smiled.

"What's going on? Where are the fragments of the Heavenly Dao in my body? Xu Yang, you..."

"No, no, no, I can't hold on any longer. I need to sleep for a while. If I don't sleep, I will die. I'm leaving..."

The voice of the Heavenly Fire Emperor became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared. No spiritual fluctuations came out of the stone statue, as if it were a dead object.

Ning Wuxie called several times, and Guanyan Gun also cursed a few times, but the voice of the Heavenly Fire Emperor was no longer heard.

"Okay, don't bother. He is dormant and won't wake up for a few years." The young voice in Guanyan Gun said.

"Greetings, senior..." Ning Wuxie saluted Guanyan Gun.

The Heavenly Dao has been gone for 10,000 years. For the cultivators during this period, the magical artifacts with artifact spirits are as ethereal as myths and legends, and can only be imagined.

But at the moment, there is a pole standing in front of Ning Wuxie.

"It's nothing to be senior or not," the young man said lazily, "Xu Yang said you are the shopkeeper, so you are the shopkeeper, just treat me as the waiter."

"How dare I," Ning Wuxie thanked, "I am just borrowing the power of the senior, and one day I will definitely rush out of Lingwu Continent, find the Skyfire Emperor, and return the artifact to the master..."

"Who said he is my master!" The young voice in the Guanyan Gun argued, "But you said to return me to him... This is very close to my heart."

"There is no need to say so much, anyway, there is a mark of him in your soul, I can only obey, right?"

That's what he said, but the boy's voice did sound much happier. Ning Wuxie picked it up and wanted to put it in the storage ring, but he didn't know what to say.

"Storage ring, right?" The boy muttered, and the Guanyan Gun turned into a beam of light and drilled into the storage ring.

Ning Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that there was still a weapon spirit in the Guanyan Gun, and he had to deal with the old senior again.

But it's always good to have more power. The Guanyan Gun has followed the Skyfire Emperor all his life, and he may also learn something from it.

The top of the mountain returned to silence. Ning Wuxie looked at Xuan'er, walked up to her and hugged her. The two stood up and flew to the small building by the lake.

"Don't you want to go back to Tianming City first?" Ning Wuxie asked.

"Look at how dirty you are. How can you go back? A dirty and smelly guy came out and said he was the king. Do you think the people will beat you?" Xuan'er said.

"Oh, that's right..."

When they entered the house, Xuan'er quickly stripped Ning Wuxie naked and threw him into a large wooden barrel. Then she used her spiritual power to add water to it. After washing it three or four times, the water finally stopped turning black.

Ning Wuxie was thrown into the wooden barrel for the last time, and then Xuan'er undressed herself.

Watching the delicate and graceful white jade feet explore the water, and then the slender legs, Ning Wuxie swallowed his saliva.

"Are you really here to give me a bath?"

"Don't be picky," Xuan'er splashed water on his face and said in a delicate voice, "This is how I do it. If you don't agree, go to another house."

Ning Wuxie felt two small feet against his waist.

"I was wrong, girl, you start."

"Turn around."

Ning Wuxie obediently listened and turned around and knelt down.

Then, a wonderful touch came, and Xuan'er pressed her body against his back.

"Put your head outside the barrel."

Ning Wuxie obeyed again, holding the edge of the barrel with both hands and sticking his head out of the barrel.

Xuan'er pressed her whole body directly on his back, and Ning Wuxie's head sank directly into it, and Xuan'er's...

milky fragrance filled the air.

Xuan'er picked up a razor, dipped her left hand in water and wiped Ning Wuxie's beard to shave him.

Ning Wuxie suddenly thought of something, "I haven't been here for these three months, how did you...do this?"

"Hold it." Xuan'er whispered.

"Ah?"

"Hold it, wait for you to wake up."

"Oh..." Ning Wuxie swallowed his saliva and felt a little hungry.

After shaving, Ning Wuxie was about to turn around, but was held down by Xuan'er again. She changed a towel in her hand and began to wipe Ning Wuxie's back.

"How can you start from rubbing the back..."

"Don't pick it up!"

"Can I turn around and start from the front?"

"What do you want to do?"

"..."

"Tell me what you want to do?" Xuan'er's voice was a little playful, "Tell me, and I'll satisfy you..."