In the distance, the group of Demon Slayer Clan had already flown to the entrance, and as long as they stepped through the golden gate, they could leave directly.

At this time, Young Master Rong turned around and took one last look in the direction of the most central palace.

"It's a pity that this space collapsed at an inopportune time, and I only recorded one-third of the trajectory of the Divine Fire Dao Pattern. One-third of the Dao patterns, even if my father is amazingly talented, I am afraid that he will not be able to decipher the complete meaning of the divine fire. ”

"This trip is in vain!"

In that direction, the towering golden temple had completely collapsed, and it was swept into the spatial crack by the endless dimensional wind.

The floating stone tablet that recorded the Divine Fire Dao pattern had long since disappeared.

The mysterious legend that has been passed down for 10,000 years has come to an abrupt end.

From now on, no one will know that on the Arctic Ice Sheet, there was once such a great palace secret realm.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, even such a powerful god will fall, no matter how brilliant he is in life, but after death is just a handful of loess! For countless years, the only eternal immortal ones are His Majesty the Eastern Emperor, the Tongyou Sword Master, Lei Zun, and a few people. ”

Seeing this majestic palace secret realm destroyed under the dimensional wind, Young Master Rong's face couldn't help but show a trace of regret and sigh.

But soon, his eyes became firm: "No matter what, within a hundred years, I must reach the realm of the Divine Master! Only by reaching the realm of the Divine Lord can I truly be regarded as a strong person." ”

Uncle Leng on the side saw that the secret realm was about to collapse, and their group had a more important purpose, at this time, he persuaded next to the young man: "Young Master Rong, the secret realm here has been destroyed, and it is meaningless for us to stay in the Arctic Ice Field. ”

"Master's order, after leaving this secret realm, find a place, young master, let you break through to the yin and yang realm as soon as possible. Then he rushed to Hyunjin Island to see if he could learn kendo under the master of Tongyou Sword. ”

"Hyunjin Island ......"

When the boy heard the name of the place, his eyes narrowed deeply.

This is the palace of the strongest person in the Shura Sea, the palace of the Sword Lord of Tongyou, and it seems that it has been existing since the opening of the world.

Every thousand years, Hyun Jin Island will be opened, and the sword master will appear, select the heroes of the world, and follow him into the Sword Palace to learn the swordsmanship closest to the "Tao".

For a long time, the thing that countless young people in the Shura Sea Sea yearn for the most is to be accepted as a disciple by the Tongyou Sword Master and practice swordsmanship.

Young Master Rong is naturally no exception.

"Uncle Leng, I know. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Young Master Rong showed a proud smile on his face, and he didn't care about the slight twists and turns encountered in the secret realm here.

Compared to such a major event as the acceptance of apprentices by the Sword Lord of Hyun Golden Island, the inheritance of one or two Divine Lord powerhouses is nothing at all.

There are only dozens of Sword Sect disciples under the Tongyou Sword Lord's Sect, but each of them is a godmaster-level powerhouse. As long as he succeeds in being accepted as a disciple by the Tongyou Sword Master and reaches the realm of the God Lord, it will be as simple as searching for things.

"Let's go...... Wait!"

Young Master Rong flicked his sleeves, and wanted to step out of the teleportation door of the secret realm, leave the secret realm here, and return to the outside world.

But at this time, he suddenly saw an exceptionally bright figure in the crowd, and his footsteps paused.

While everyone was rushing in the direction that this one had left, that person was heading in the opposite direction, heading to the alchemy palace in the west.

"It's him ......"

Soon, Young Master Rong's eyes froze deeply and recognized the figure.

That person was Yang Yunfan, who snatched his own Death Divine Mirror, killed countless of his subordinates, and was even hit by his own Silent Destruction God Bow.

"Wasn't he devoured by the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, why didn't he die?"

Seeing that Yang Yunfan was not dead, Young Master Rong was very strange in his heart, and even a little incredible.

"Could it be that he was taken away by the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons?" Suddenly, Young Master Rong thought of something, and his brows furrowed deeply.

The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon is a spirit body, and there is no entity, but the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon has a strong soul, and its cultivation is even closer to the Great Perfection of the Yin and Yang Realm, and it is very easy for a Jindan realm monk to take it away

However, the body of a Jindan realm monk could not carry the strong aura of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, and it was estimated that it could only last for three days.

"The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, which has existed for more than 10,000 years, is not inferior to ordinary monks in terms of spiritual intelligence, maybe it has been planning for many years, just to get out of trouble and leave this place. Forget it, this kind of idle business has nothing to do with me. ”

Young Master Rong thought that Yang Yunfan was taken away by the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, and the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon was so strong that it was not something he could deal with at all, even if he added all his guards, he was not the opponent of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon.

Since he couldn't capture the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, he didn't bother to pay attention to them anymore.

"Let's go! The man, whether he was taken away or not, was almost a dead man. Young Master Rong looked at the secret realm that was close to fragmentation and full of spatial cracks.

Once the space collapsed, under the extreme pressure collapse, even a godlord-level powerhouse would be injured if he was not careful, let alone a Jindan monk like Yang Yunfan.

At this moment, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and stepped out of the portal of teleportation.

His status is noble, and he will not risk his life for the sake of a few inheritances.

......

"Soon, it's coming soon!"

In the secret realm, the endless dimensional wind was rolling upside down, and Yang Yunfan faced great danger and dodged all the way in the air.

He knew that time was of the essence, and that this secret realm was about to collapse.

Once the secret realm loses its supporting artifact, it will be invaded by the dimensional wind of the outside world...... This process will continue for a period of time until all the aura in the secret realm has passed.

At this time, in the secret realm, there was only air pressure left, and there was no spiritual energy support. The dimensional wind of the outside world will swallow up the entire secret realm, causing the secret realm to collapse into a singularity.

It's like the explosion of the planet, first expanding rapidly, and finally, it collapses again because of its own gravity.

In this process, it is enough to kill all the creatures in the secret realm. Even the powerful gods who have mastered the laws of the law can hardly resist this great catastrophe formed by nature.

Therefore, Yang Yunfan must accelerate.

"It's ...... late"

Suddenly, Yang Yunfan saw a dimensional gang wind slashing like lightning, directly tearing that medicine refining palace to pieces. And the mysterious wall that originally recorded the picture of Zhu Rong was also torn apart.

At this time, countless fragments, floating, were gasped by a tornado and went to the place where the void shattered.

Under the strong dimensional wind wind, not to mention that Yang Yunfan was only in the Jindan realm, even if he reached the Yin and Yang realm, he didn't dare to enter it at will and snatch this wall divine pattern.

"Alas...... Hurry up, it's still a step too late. ”

Yang Yunfan stared blankly at the stone tablet divine pattern that had been inherited for thousands of years, and was swept into pieces by the dimensional gangfeng, and the divine pattern on it was naturally completely destroyed, and he was a little disheartened.

"Huh, what's that?"

It's just that at this time, Yang Yunfan suddenly found that under the uprooted wall, there was a golden relief in the shape of a fire beast, which was still deeply rooted in the ground and had not been swept away by the dimensional wind.

And on the forehead of the golden relief, like the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, there is a flame god pattern.