"I choose to pass it on, whether I live or die, I bear it myself. Zhang Yan raised his hand and put Jun Tianjian back on his back and said,

"Okay, since you've made your choice, then I respect your choice, you can now move forward another three meters, put your hand on the center of the skull's eyebrows, and you can enter the inheritance. The man in white stretched out his hand and waved it, and after throwing the Purgatory Stone in his hand back into Zhang Yan's hand, he said,

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand to take it, flipped it over, retracted the purgatory stone, walked towards the skeleton with a firm figure, passed through the man in white, and with a "snap", he pressed his right hand tightly against the center of the skeleton's eyebrows.

He suddenly felt that his mind was emptied, and he turned into a body of consciousness and came to a black-red space, while his physical body remained in place.

When the man in white saw that Zhang Yan had put his right hand on the center of the skeleton's eyebrows, he slowly walked to his body, raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "I hope you're not too stupid." After speaking, the whole person turned into a little point of light and printed on Zhang Yan's eyebrows.

And everything that happened in the outside world, Zhang Yan naturally didn't know, because he was now dealing with dozens of enemies around his body.

As soon as Zhang Yan's consciousness body entered the black-red space, countless ripples appeared around his body, and in the next moment, the black-red flames of the debut were born from the ripples, condensed in the air, and transformed, and dozens of humanoid flames appeared out of thin air, standing still in place, and various weapons in his hands appeared with sparks.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss" Jun Tianjian kept rubbing against the strip of cloth tied behind his back, and stood in front of him, all in one go. The sword was out, the man had arrived, and a sword light slashed through the space and slashed at a humanoid flame.

With a "bang", the flames on his body were scattered, revealing the black-red solid under the flames, and countless black-red flames could be faintly seen circulating under the solid, and it was intact, but the Juntian Sword was well bounced.

Closely following Zhang Yan's strength, the sword led the people up, dodged the two cross-attacked flame swords under him, turned over and fell, his toes lightly connected the points on the ground, his waist was violently forced, his body rotated, and he dodged several attacks.

But dozens of humanoid flames are not stiff puppets, at the mercy of Zhang Yan, the other party's intelligence is not inferior to ordinary people, the figures are staggered, vertical and horizontal, when Zhang Yan landed, the humanoid flames had become encircled.

Several humanoid flames approaching Zhang Yan had already raised their weapons in their hands, and the flames on the sword body were already swallowing tongues of fire, ready to lick Zhang Yan's hair.

Between the light and shadow, Zhang Yan bent down and lowered his back, and the Juntian Sword became huge, carrying it on his body, turning into a shield, colliding with several weapons, splashing countless sparks.

And the power on the weapon also made Zhang Yan's figure pause downward, gritted his teeth, his whole body tensed up, and he shouted in a low voice, "Get up", all the weapons were bounced away, and his right hand directly burst out, slashing the Juntian Sword in a circle, forcing back many humanoid flames.

Then Zhang Yan let out a low roar, his body increased, his eyes began to spread blood, and he held the Juntian Sword in his hand and rampaged through the humanoid flame group, and the flames flew.

For a while, he fell into a bitter battle, and with a "bang", Zhang Yan was hit by dozens of weapons and took a few steps back, "No, the power of these humanoid flames is getting stronger and stronger, and if this continues, I can only be strangled here by them." Thinking of this, his mind quickly moved, and a white dream armor condensed on his body out of thin air.

Rushing into the battlefield again, with the Dream Warrior Armor, the pressure on his body was slightly reduced, and in the face of so many attacks, there were more choices between advancing and retreating.

Soon, Zhang Yan's figure gradually shrank, several air currents slowly climbed up his body, the overall speed increased a lot, and the changes in the cloud stop steps under his feet became more unpredictable. But although Zhang Yan can now calmly face so many attacks, but between advancing and retreating, he already feels that the footwork of stopping the cloud step can no longer meet his needs, if it weren't for the bonus of the ethereal body, the current stop cloud step would not be able to face such an attack.

"Bang bang bang!" several weapons struck Zhang Yan in succession, and this time he couldn't dodge it with his speed, because he found that these humanoid flames not only increased in strength, but also began to increase in speed, just like the statues he encountered when he first entered.

Finally, Zhang Yan seized an opportunity, and fought with a few more scars on the armor on his body, only then did he break free from the encirclement of the flame man, while retreating, he was panting, but his efforts were destined to be in vain, after the speed was improved, the flame people, each of them had seventy percent of his strength, if it was one, two, Zhang Yan might be able to deal with it, but dozens, it was a little difficult.

So the result was that after Zhang Yan supported him for a while, he was entangled by a flame man who caught up, and finally surrounded by dozens of them, and he was really beaten.

"Whew, whew, whew......" Zhang Yan, who had regained consciousness, was lying on the ground, his right hand was tightly clutching his chest and panting, sweating profusely, and his heavy performance all showed his bad state at this time.

After all, the taste of death can only be tasted by the person concerned, and no one else can get it. Then Zhang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, reluctantly supported his body and sat up, the palpitations in his heart have not dissipated for a long time, and the picture in his mind is still the picture just before death - countless weapons inserted into him, to the heart-rending pain of the weapon entering the body, and then to the final sinking of consciousness, these have not fallen at all, and they are gently engraved in his mind.

In the end, Zhang Yan finally used his mental power to suppress these fragments in the depths of his mind, slowly got up, and found that he was still in the black and red space, and he was puzzled for a while,

"Congratulations to the inheritor for passing the first hurdle, please keep up the good work!" Suddenly, a vicissitudes of life voice came, making people feel convincing as soon as they heard it, so the doubts in Zhang Yan's heart suddenly dissipated, and was replaced by a heart full of joy.

However, just when Zhang Yan was full of joy, a feeling of stepping on the air suddenly appeared, and in an instant he fell from a whirlpool that appeared on the soles of his feet.

The next moment, when Zhang Yan's figure appeared, it was a picture of his hands and feet in the air, scrambling around.

In the end, with a "bell", Zhang Yan, who had been in free fall, finally landed, but his speed descent was a little miserable, and the body of consciousness fell to the ground and was scattered alive.

It took a long time for Zhang Yan to regather his scattered consciousness body, so that he could stand up and observe what environment he had fallen into.

It didn't matter what he saw, it really made him see something different, the place he was in now was very similar to the hall he had entered before, but one was the hall, and the other was the endless ice.

It is the endless ice surface where Zhang Yan is now located, filled with many flame peaks, all of which are magnificent, some are steep, some are extremely dangerous, and some are gorgeous...... Each one has its own characteristics, just like the flames that Zhang Yan encountered in the main hall.

"Inheritor, hello, welcome to the Demon Fire Three Thousand Realms, this is the second level you are about to break through, first of all, I want to introduce you to the rules of this level, the Demon Fire Three Thousand Realms are also called the Heart Demon Three Thousand Realms, and every flame mountain here is the treasure of our Demon Fire Sect, because each of them can arouse the demons in people's hearts, so the Demon Fire Three Thousand Realms are also called the Heart Demon Three Thousand Realms.

When you come here, inheritor, it means that you have the qualifications to become the true inheritor of the Demon Fire Sect, and this is only one last step, find your own demon fire, surrender him, fuse him, and then the most important thing is that you have to survive these processes.

Secondly, this level is both the second level and the third level, as long as you can get out of here alive, then you are the inheritor of the Demon Fire Sect. Well, that's all I have to say, Inheritor, good luck to you, and hopefully we can see each other again. The voice of the vicissitudes of the first level appeared again, and after telling Zhang Yan everything, it disappeared again.

"If you find your own magic fire, you just don't know that Xiao Ming's dark fire is not one of the three thousand demon fires here. After Zhang Yan knew the rules, he muttered in his mouth as he took a step, his head kept twisting, and he looked at the mountain of flames around him.

"This one, it's too big, it's the type of stone at first glance, it's not suitable for me!"

"This one, it's too showy, if Qingyi is also here, he will definitely choose this Flame Mountain!"

"Hey, isn't there that kind of flame mountain with more connotation here?" Zhang Yan kept muttering as he walked, making choices constantly.

Soon, hundreds of flame mountains were read by Zhang Yan, none of them he liked, not only that, but hundreds of completely different flame mountains also made him dazzled, and now as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of all kinds of peaks, shaking and shaking!

But for the sake of a happy life in the future, Zhang Yan can only temporarily suppress these emotions in his heart and wait for the final outburst.

And as Zhang Yan inspected more and more Flame Mountains, he naturally felt more and more different emotions, and he himself had not noticed these abnormalities, as if he had forgotten what the Vicissitudes of Life voice said - "Every Flame Mountain has the ability to arouse the demons in people's hearts. ”

In this way, as time passed, every time Zhang Yan inspected a mountain of flames, he would suppress the emotions in his heart, and soon, he came to the front of the last mountain of flames, that is, the mountain of the third thousandth flame.

As soon as he approached, there was a feeling in his heart that this mountain of flames was mine, and this demonic fire was incomparably compatible with me, and immediately Zhang Yan couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and put it on the mountain of flames, trying to submit and fuse.

And the process was as smooth as he thought, and soon, a black flame appeared in his hands, and as soon as he thought of it, the flame changed shape and size according to his mind. The name of the Demon Fire also came to his mind, "Ten Directions of Sin Demon Fire".

Suddenly, Zhang Yan felt that the demonic fire on his right hand that had turned into a small shadow was uncontrollable, broke away from his right hand, and flew straight to his face.