Sooner or sooner, if the bottom cracked, the Excalibur would have fallen into the lava - if it were still in the Uchir Mountains.

She rounded several fallen boulders and continued to fall, jumping and moving like a large gecko on the cliff. The divine power worked, and her skin suddenly became more tenacious, and those protruding sharp stones and stiff rock horns were all cut off by her fangs!

There's no time to waste, even if it's for dodging.

Thirty meters...... Sixty meters!

At eighty-five meters, she finally sank to the bottom. Not surprisingly, this gap is also wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and the bottom is only two feet and two feet at most. It was almost impossible to stand here, and even she found it difficult.

Because the temperature here is frighteningly high, and a large amount of water pouring into the lake is transpired and vaporized in an instant, turning into an astonishing amount of tiny white vapor, making the bottom of the gap so thick that no one can see the situation on the ground.

At this temperature, Ning Xiaoxian didn't dare to touch it with her body, she vaguely felt that her body was far from being so strong, so she only used to see the subtle mental method, and her divine thoughts were woven at the bottom of the crack like a spider web, and she wanted to understand every sand and stone, hill and ravine here. However, the terrifying heat also had a great effect on her thoughts, and after just three breaths, she felt extremely tired, as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest if she held on for two more seconds.

Fortunately, in just three breaths, she had already figured out the situation at the bottom of the rock.

It was a deep black, so black that it made people despair.

Nothing but rocks. There is nothing left, it is as clean as a vacuum.

Nan Ming is away from the fire sword, not here.

No way! She didn't give up. Once again, I picked up my mind and explored.

Or nothing.

Again, again...... Blood began to spill from her mouth and nose, and instantly dissipated into the boiling water.

The fourth time she used her divine thoughts, Changtian finally discovered her abnormality, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing! Put away your divine thoughts and go up quickly!"

She gritted her teeth and insisted, "I haven't found it yet!"

"Nonsense! Where have you learned your cultivation?" his tone hated that iron could not be made of steel, "The volcano is about to erupt. You want to die here, and by the way, bury the gods and demons in the lava forever. No one can find it anymore, can it?!"

"I ......" she opened her mouth, unable to speak. But there is a bit of clarity in my mind.

Yes, if she dies here, the Divine Ring containing the Divine Hell will also be lost in the endless magma rock. There is no aura here, wouldn't Changtian be trapped here forever?

While. I'm not afraid of running out of firewood. She was the one who made the second mistake.

She didn't hesitate any longer, and struggled harder, and was about to flee to the breach.

But here's the problem.

A large amount of lake water was vaporized at the bottom of the crack by high temperatures, and a vacuum environment was formed here, so a larger amount of lake water frantically swarmed in, and it seemed that an underwater whirlpool had formed here, and the strong water potential pressed her to the bottom of the gap. She didn't feel that she was going down just now, and now she had to go up. It's hard to get it.

Even with the water-repellent beads in hand, the unprecedentedly powerful water pressure will shake the waterproof barrier to the ground.

Today's stone wall. It's so hot that you can't touch it with your bare hands. Ning Xiaoxian was frightened but not panicked, tied the water-repellent beads around his waist, took out his fangs and stuck them on the stone wall, and drove his body to move up one by one.

The pressure of the water was desperate to wash her into the bottom of the chasm, and she had the feeling that the volcanic lake was going to do everything to keep her. Fortunately, her arm strength is now extremely amazing, and she can stabilize her body and quickly climb upward in the presence of high temperature steam and terrifying water pressure.

There was a wail from the rocky ground under his feet, and a red viscous liquid finally emerged from the crack, but when it met the water, it instantly turned black, but after two breaths, the cooled rock crust re-emerged red, and then it was cooled, and then it reappeared...... After circulating like this seven or eight times, the storage time of the red thick liquid became longer and longer, and it was able to ignore the storage of boiling water and began to emerge upward......

It's so hot underneath. She inadvertently looked back and was frightened.

My aunt and grandmother never seemed to have seen magma at such a close distance?!

"Don't panic!" Changtian whispered in her ear, "You still have time, don't be distracted! ”

Her hands tightened, and she climbed up even harder. Fortunately, the water pressure was not only aimed at her, but also the magma underneath, which did not overflow quickly. Changtian sat in the Gods and Demons Prison and stared closely at the situation in the outside world, Ning Xiaoxian didn't dare to look back, so he didn't know, but he could see it clearly-the bottom of the rift had melted, and there was only a large area of blood-red magma under her feet, shrinking, expanding, shrinking, and expanding like life!

Although he longed to replace her, he did not dare to urge her, not even to make a sound, for fear of disturbing her. It's not easy for this girl to climb up, and she shouldn't be distracted by it.

Ning Xiaoxian never felt that eighty meters was such a long distance, and he never felt that the distance between life and death was so short. In these few few dozen breaths, she forced herself to empty her mind, and she didn't think about anything except tense her muscles and run her divine power to rush upwards frantically.

A wave of heat steamed from below her upwards, like the breath of death.

At this moment, Changtian shouted: "Qizai!"

Suddenly, a steel claw poked down from above, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her out of the terrifying whirlpool of suction almost like a turnip. Ning Xiaoxian found that he had crawled to the opening of the rift. Without hesitation, she put away the water-sheltering beads, and let the buoyancy of the water move herself and Qizai upward.

Qizai spreads her wings as if she were soaring in the sky, and with each flap, her streamlined body jumps upwards and jumps much faster than she can swim on her own, after all, the body is there. The wide lake was already boiling, and a large number of bubbles passed by them, and she watched with envy as they reached the surface of the water before they reached the surface.

The water is only a few hundred meters deep, but it is as far as reaching the sky.

Qizai tried his best to jump upstream, but he didn't even have the effort to transmit the sound, and finally rushed out of the steaming water.

With a flick of his long legs, he accurately threw Ning Xiaoxian onto his back, and his broad wings fluttered. The droplets on the feathers slid down like pearls, and before they reached the surface of the lake, the white bird was already thirty feet away from the water!

At the foot of the Wuchier Mountain, there was a terrible loud noise, like the sound of the cloth being torn ten thousand times magnified. The surface of the volcanic lake descended at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if an invisible mouth was swallowing the lake water underneath. Ning Xiaoxian couldn't help but urge Qizai: "Go, go quickly!"

Qizai let out a long roar and soared out of the fastest speed in his life.

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"Boom!"

The guards turned pale and stood in mid-air watching the first roar in tens of thousands of years. The scarlet flames exploded in the crater, spurting rocks, mud blocks, and various metals that had been melted by the high temperature, which could pierce through the skin of the cultivators.

Plume of smoke rose into the sky, a column of ash from volcanic ash, water vaporized by high temperatures, and other unidentified materials that rushed into the sky and turned into a volcanic cloud. Even when they stood so far away, they felt the heat rushing to their faces, their eyes burned and hurt, and they had to retreat some more distance.

Tu Duan subconsciously closed his eyes. When the volcano erupted, the temperature was at least thousands of degrees, and the immortal cultivators below the Tribulation Period, no matter how strong their physical bodies were, how could they resist in the face of such a power of heaven and earth? If Ning Xiaoxian died, the Divine Demon Prison would be closed again, and he would also gain the freedom he had been thinking about for a long time in disguise.

However, why couldn't he be happy at all, but felt that his eyes were hot, as if he wanted to see the wind and shed tears? Obviously, from the time he was imprisoned in the secret realm by Fairy Suxia, he swore that he would never cry for anyone in this world again.

Why did he feel depressed and unwilling? Obviously, he had done his best......

Qingluan suddenly exclaimed, interrupting his thoughts: "Look there!"

A small black dot popped out of the billowing plume of smoke, and the wolf dodged the debris like a stray bullet. It's just that the pillar of smoke is too grandiose, and the black dot is too small for an ordinary monk's eye to catch the path it moves.

Qingluan didn't have time to think about it, turned into a blue bird and flapped its wings and quickly greeted it.

Sure enough, it's Qizai. His beautiful white feathers had turned burnt black, and his P shares were bare, and the few long and beautiful tail feathers that had been pulling the wind had been burned clean, thanks to which he flew without relying on this feather, otherwise it would be difficult to even maintain his balance. Seeing his wife coming to greet him, he said weakly: "It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous, when the volcano erupted, the flames were against my P shares, I thought I would really explain it here today!"

Qingluan was amused by him, but when she saw Ning Xiaoxian crumbling on the bird's back, her face changed again, and she quickly fell on his back and gently supported her: "Lord Ning!"

"I'm fine. She waved her hand slightly, but didn't open her eyes, "It's just out of strength, just take a break." ”

Qingluan said cautiously: "You have blood in your nose." ”

She stretched out her hand and wiped it, and felt that her fingertips were wet and sticky, but didn't she have a nosebleed? With her current supernatural cultivation, being able to bleed like this was a sign that she had been severely injured inside.

Just now, she expanded her divine thoughts like crazy, and searched for the whereabouts of Nanmingli's fire sword in the lava several times, committing a taboo in cultivation, and her soul was extremely damaged. The injuries on her body were not good in the first place, and her brain was dizzy at the moment, but her mind was awake.

She opened her eyes and looked fixedly at the Uchier Mountain in front of her. It was erupting, showing the pain of tens of thousands of years of depression, and her mood was like an extinct volcano, sinking into the cold and cold. This contrast is particularly strong.

Nan Ming is away from the fire sword, not here. She could die. (To be continued......)