The Scarlet Demon God had now raised the massive scythe in his hand, and the scythe touched the metal ceiling, making a tooth-aching creak as he swung it down, and countless sparks sparkled.

In front of this huge scythe, Ye Qinghan and Du Yuen were like ants in front of the giants, covering the sky and the sun, and there was no possibility of dodging. Du Yuen looked at Ye Qinghan thoughtfully, as if he hadn't seen the scythe. Ye Qinghan's face was also calm, the magic trick in his hand was played extremely quickly, the red light that emitted a scorching aura in front of him shone more and more, and a red flying bird phantom shot out straight out and slammed into the scythe.

Du Yuen can't describe how beautiful this bird is, the brilliant red light illuminates the underground square extremely brightly, and the red bird whose wings are still not spread is more than five meters long from the head to the tail feathers, as if carved from a whole piece of ruby, brilliant and beautiful to the extreme.

The temperature of the entire underground square rose at this moment, and the red flying bird passed by, and the blood in the six-pointed star pattern on the ground boiled extremely quickly, and almost half of it evaporated in the blink of an eye. The smell of blood in the underground space became stronger and stronger, and he asked with a burst of scorching.

"This, is this the Fire Phoenix?" Du Yuen asked softly, stunned.

"It's Suzaku!" Ye Qinghan kept the magic trick in his hand, and responded lightly. The wings of the Suzaku that had almost touched the scythe suddenly unfolded, and the wings that spread ten meters away almost enveloped the entire underground square. The entire space seemed to have been burned, and there was only a trace of blood left in the six-pointed star map, and the figure of the blood-red demon god began to fade.

All this happened so quickly, it was only two blinks of an eye, and Suzaku's figure was already touching the scythe of the demon god. Only the endless green smoke was ethereal, and there was no loud noise, and the demon god was like air in front of the Suzaku bird, without causing any hindrance to it, and passed directly through the huge body of the demon god.

It was like a red-hot soldering iron suddenly thrown into a vat of cold water, and the sneering sound was accompanied by thick green smoke. The demon god let out the only roar since it appeared, and the deafening roar made the entire underground square tremble, and it was the last sound he made.

"No way, what kind of ability is this!" a scream came from behind the visor, and the four men's eyes were full of disbelief. The undefeated existence in their minds didn't hold on for even two seconds in front of this Vermilion Bird Phantom, and it turned into a cloud of green smoke.

"Go!" Suzaku did not dissipate, and Ye Qinghan did not intend to stop there. With a clear sip in his mouth, the magic trick in his hand came out again, and Suzaku let out a soft sound as pleasant as fairy music, and slammed down on the four people wearing armor.

The alloy armor instantly turned red, and the terrible screams had disappeared as soon as they sounded. Like a pile of pots and pans falling on the metal ground, the sound of clanging sounded, and the four people who were still arrogant just now had turned into flying ashes. It slowly flowed out of the cracks in the armor, like several unique hourglasses.

"Too weak!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and finished speaking, he didn't look at those few people, squatted down and picked up the spirit stone on the ground, the light on the spirit stone was slightly dim, but it was obviously not consumed much. It wasn't until he picked up the spirit stone on the ground that the phantom of the Vermilion Bird disappeared. The restored tranquility of the underground plaza was like an oven, the smell of burning permeated the space, the piles of corpses were ignited, and the flames spread in all directions.

The same feeling appeared when he met those wandering spirits on the ancient battlefield, and Ye Qinghan, who opened the [Spirit Eye Technique], blessed his soul. Stretched out his fingers and crossed the void, looking at those flickering shadows, and sighed softly, "Go where you should go!"

The wandering souls of the Ares Order's underground bases come from all over the world and salute in different ways, but the sincere gratitude is the same. Ye Qinghan frowned and counted slightly, there were actually tens of thousands of wandering souls here.

Feeling the fall of the third drop of dew on the Lingyuan mulberry tree, Ye Qinghan was covered in a glow. The inexplicable soft power traveled through the meridians, and a misty glow flew out of every pore.

In just a few breaths, Ye Qinghan's cultivation, which had entered the foundation building period, was suddenly promoted to the third layer of foundation building. As a person who had gone to countless realms of transcendence, this improvement was not the reason for his joy, he felt the transformation of his body by this drop of dew. The spiritual roots in the depths of the dantian were flickering, and the mid-to-upper qualifications of the seventh grade of the earth-level had been upgraded to the first-grade of the heaven-level rank.

This is almost a transformation that changes his life against the sky, and when he was reborn in this body for the first time, he had been troubled for a long time because of this unsatisfactory spiritual root qualification. You must know that the quality of the spiritual root directly affects the monk's closeness to the spiritual energy, and affects the speed of cultivation. After that, it was also the effect of this spiritual source mulberry that made his spiritual root change, and the speed of cultivation became faster and faster.

It was not enough for the third drop of dew to fall in the previous life, and it was more than ten years after he was reborn. But this time, less than a month after being reborn, the third drop of dew had already dropped. No matter how much of your current cultivation is compared to your previous life, the foundation of your cultivation in this life is much stronger.

The golden dots of light on the leaves flickered, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't find some small words on them. Ye Qinghan knew that this was the exercise of the [Ziwei Void Dao], and now that he had cultivated to the foundation building stage, this exercise no longer meant anything to him.

On the sprout of the Lingyuan mulberry tree, another bud of a leaf emerged. The verdant colors are so delicate that they shimmer with brilliance, something that the previous life had not done until the end. In that life, he just tried his best to make a few more drops of dew drop on the only leaf of this spiritual source mulberry tree, so that his cultivation could improve faster. It's only been 157 years, but I haven't been able to figure this out, let alone let it grow leaves.

Ye Qinghan had a rare smile on his face, after two lifetimes, he finally found the secret to promote the growth of the Lingyuan mulberry tree. He couldn't understand why it was the way it was, but it didn't matter, it just worked, no need to understand.

"Let's go!" Ye Qinghan waved his hand to prop up a cyan light mask, and passed through the sea of fire with Du Yuen with a complicated complexion.

"What a terrifying Vermilion Bird Fire!" Du Yuen sighed and whispered looking at the charred black all over the ground and the burning corpses.

"It's that they're too weak, and with this simple formation, they can't even reach one billionth of the power of the Vermilion Bird Fire. Ye Qinghan was in a good mood, shook his head with a chuckle and said.