Almost instantly, Ye Feng was half-kneeling, blood trickling down the cracks in his skin, and before he could drip to the ground, it steamed into a wisp of reddish mist.

There was a clicking sound from inside the Night Front. Even if he cultivated the sword qi quenching body, his whole body was already extremely powerful and could not bear it. If he didn't do anything, it wouldn't be long before Ye Feng's entire person would vaporize, and only his sword bones that had been cultivated to a dark golden color would be left in place.

Maybe many years later, someone will come in and find this sword bone, and then put it away as a refining material......

Thinking of what might happen after his fall, Ye Feng was a spirit, and hurriedly spent a lot of spiritual power to lay a small light curtain around him and wrapped himself.

With this layer of light curtain, the temperature around Ye Feng finally dropped a little, and the blood mist rising from itself also stopped temporarily.

However, before he could rejoice, the light curtain suddenly collapsed. The temperature around was so high that even the spiritual power could not withstand it, and the light curtain was completely unable to block it, and it dissolved in a few breaths.

"How could an ordinary monk withstand this kind of temperature!How did she get into the deepest part of the depths when she was seriously injured?"

When the light curtain of depleted spiritual power disappears, Ye Feng really has no choice!

However, even if the spiritual power has not been exhausted, the temperature around it is still pervasive, like thousands of blunt knives, cutting the flesh little by little, and its severe pain is not at all something that ordinary people can bear.

"Damn it, calm down, there should be a way!"

Nightblade roared, clutching his robe with his left hand, the veins on it bulging, trying to calm himself down.

At this moment, Ye Feng was suddenly stunned, the skin on his body had already cracked, and it was as dry as the land that had not seen rain and dew for several years. But why did his left hand not change at all, the skin was soft and still elastic, and there was a faint layer of fluorescent flickering on it. Not to mention cracking, not even the slightest redness appeared! He was too anxious just now to notice this abnormality at all.

"I'm about to dry up, why is there no change in my left hand?" muttered Nightfeng, puzzled.

Perhaps to answer Ye Feng's question, the next moment, on the back of his left hand, a dark blue mark lit up, slightly dispelling some of the heat.

"Could it be the Nine Shadows Ice Flame?" Ye Feng thought to himself.

In the next moment, Ye Feng really felt that his flesh and blood were going to dry up, and if he delayed for a few more seconds, he would definitely shatter with a "bang".

Without hesitation, Ye Feng hurriedly urged his spiritual power and summoned the Nine Shadows Ice Flame to wrap himself. From a distance, Nightfront seemed to have transformed into a dark blue fire man.

Wrapped in the Nine Shadows Ice Flame, Ye Feng instantly felt a coolness, as if he had eaten a chilled watermelon on a dog day, and his somewhat drowsy mind was cleared.

Feeling the comfortable temperature around him, Ye Feng reached out and put away the black token, dispersing the light curtain. Obviously exposed to the top of the steps, Night Blade still didn't feel any change in temperature.

"This ...... Could it be that the Nine Shadows Ice Flame can just restrain the temperature here?" Ye Feng muttered to himself, feeling a little puzzled that the Nine Shadows Ice Flame could actually play a role.

"Forget it, whatever, it just works. In the next moment, Ye Feng shook his head, not paying attention.

Within a radius of three meters, it is extremely cool and peaceful. Ye Feng let out a long breath, with the Nine Shadows of Ice Flame in his body, he could finally ignore the terrifying temperature here.

After calming down, Ye Feng took out two spirit stones and held them in his hand to recover his spiritual power and began to heal. It was just a moment. Nightfront was covered in burns and suffered severe injuries, which would inevitably leave serious sequelae if not treated immediately.

Ye Feng was in no hurry to continue downward, with the terrifying high temperature here, ordinary monks would have already been set on fire and turned into ashes when they walked here, let alone downward.

It was a whole day before Ye Feng finished meditating and opened his eyes. At this moment, all the injuries on his body have recovered, and his state has returned to the peak.

Perhaps because of the previous encounter, when he healed his injuries, Ye Feng was surprised to find that his sword qi quenching method had advanced again, and his muscles and muscles had improved and become more tenacious. Not only that, but his cultivation has also been promoted, and he has been successfully promoted to the peak of the Nine Refining Yuan Infant Stage, and he is only one step away from the Ten Refining Yuan Infant Stage.

Feeling the change in his own realm, Ye Feng was not very happy, but continued to walk down.

With the Nine Shadows Ice Flame, Night Feng completely ignored the soaring temperature after each layer swirled, and made his way to the lowest level.

At the bottom of the stairs was an empty and humble cave with nothing but a stone table, two futons, a picture scroll, and a stone bed.

Four objects, five objects, although they look extremely ordinary, no one dares to say that they are ordinary. After all, how could an object that could exist at the bottom of this layer of soaring temperature be an ordinary item.

Nightblade didn't look at the objects, instead focusing on one of the two futons. To be precise, it was the woman sitting on the futon with her back to Yefeng.

The woman seated with her back to the Nightfront wore a long red dress that was as bright as a raging flame. The woman's long, dark red hair was casually draped from her fragrant shoulders and hung down between her slender willow waists. From Ye Feng's point of view, this woman's figure can only be regarded as average, at least not as fat and round as those storytellers say. However, the woman's waist was straight, looking like a bamboo that had just been jointed, and the end was straight and slender.

This woman is naturally the lord of Hualing Mountain, who has always been claimed by the Qi Spirit Sect to be highly poisonous and has been completely lost-Duan Qianyao!

Looking at Duan Qianyao, who had his back to him, Ye Feng was silent for a while, and only after a while did he ask, "They said that you were poisoned and lost all your cultivation. Is it true?"

"Yes and what?

Duan Qianyao's voice sounded, with a hint of indifference, as if she was talking to someone she didn't know.

"If not, then I'll turn around and leave, and I won't stay. If so, then I'll stay and see if there's anything I can do to help you. And, help you get the antidote......"

Night Feng was silent for a moment, then spoke. There was no fluctuation in the tone due to the other party's indifference.

"Help me get the antidote?

Duan Qianyao sneered and said loudly. This time, there was no trace of indifference in his tone.

[It seems that what the Qi Spirit Sect claims is true......]

After only two sentences, Ye Feng confirmed that Duan Qianyao's loss of cultivation was true. Suddenly, a heart sank to the bottom, and there was a hint of complexity in his eyes when he looked at Duan Qianyao.

This was complicated, and it didn't mean anything else, just because Ye Feng thought that more than a month had passed since the Qi Spirit Sect sent this news. In such a long time, how did she spend her time after losing her cultivation to become a mortal!