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In other words, when entering this Yan Cave, you only need to bring one ice bead, not two.

And now there are no less than twenty beads scattered in the corridor in front of me, what does this mean?

It shows that there were not only one or two people who walked into this Yan Cave back then, but came in groups.

The artists are bold, and the assassins are all alone.

Powerful people disdain to form gangs, and only weak people like to huddle together for warmth.

But even if the weak people huddle, they are still very timid, and they huddle for self-defense, not for invasion. They don't dare to take risks easily, but they are wise to protect themselves.

And if a group of people entered the Yan Cave back then, what kind of people were these people?

Certainly not the weakling.

If it is weak, even if it gathers into a pile, it is a rabble, and when you see a mysterious place, you don't dare to break in at will.

Since those people dared to break in back then, it means that these people are all advanced cultivators.

Cultivating to a high level, but also forming a gang, which shows that the enemy is very powerful.

Chen Qinglang stood there, quietly looking ahead.

The corridor was long and wide, and it was quiet inside, except for more and more figurative lines of unknown birds, which swirled around mechanically.

These elf-like little things are not only more solid and stable, but also have a faint yellow flame on their bodies, and there are occasional traces of feathers on their wings, but they are not obvious.

In the same way as the birds farther out, they also spontaneously combust.

There's just a gradual process.

For example, the color of the yellow flame slowly fades, disappears, the lines begin to become soft and changeable, and then in flight, a fireball suddenly appears, and then disappears into the air.

Chen Qinglang stood there for a long time, not knowing whether to continue walking.

The danger is not terrible, but the unknown danger is extremely terrifying.

Because you don't know what to do when it happens.

But in the end, curiosity, and the more obvious aura of Ding Huo's essence still overwhelmed Chen Qinglang's hesitation.

"A long, long time ago, there should have been a war here, and both sides should have suffered heavy losses, maybe even both. In short, if there is really any danger in the depths of this Yan Cave, this vicinity of Yuzawa Mountain should not be so calm...... Let's see, and look at ......"

Chen Qinglang clenched the ice beads in his hand and walked forward step by step, he picked up the ice beads on the ground one by one and put them in the Sumeru bag.

The firebirds in the corridor still didn't seem to have any biological consciousness, and Chen Qinglang walked past them, and they didn't attack.

The corridor is not a straight line, but a zigzag, the internal space structure, is not deliberately consistent, some places are a little bigger, some places are a little smaller, but the smallest place, can accommodate five or six people at the same time, the shortest place, is enough to be about three or four meters.

The further you go in, the more firebirds there are, and the more concrete the image becomes.

And there are still ice beads left on the ground, either concentrated or scattered, and Chen Qinglang picks them up one by one, never wasting them.

When Chen Qinglang turned the second big corner in the corridor, he had already seen a very concrete firebird.

There are more and more firebirds here than before.

Before the firebirds, there were sporadic and scattered, but the firebirds here were flocks. This cave does not see the light of day, and a bunch of firebirds gather together, but it is bright.

In the past, the firebirds were as big as a small sparrow, and the big ones were no more than a turtle dove, but here, all of them are the size of domestic geese.

The previous firebirds were faint yellow flames, but the color of the firebirds here has turned fiery red, and the heat emitted by them is even more amazing.

Every firebird has a beautiful body, and every pair of wings is slender and elegant. The long neck, like a crane, with three long feathers on its head, is even more fluttering and dancing. The bird's tail was very long, as big as a goose, but its tail was one and a half times as long as its body. And their tails, not like geese or ducks, are a wide and short bunch, but like swallows, they are split and slender and graceful. But their tails are not just divided into two scissors, but into many roots.

These long golden tails, swaying like willows, accompanied by firelight, are unusually graceful.

Chen Qinglang looked at this bird and immediately remembered the mythical bird in ancient mythology, the phoenix.

This kind of bird is really not much different from the legendary phoenix.

Chen Qinglang has never seen a phoenix, so he doesn't know if it's really the same.

Probably, this bird is exactly the same as a phoenix, or it is possible.

It's just that this beautiful bird is still a dead thing, and it can't see its eyes and looks dull, which is why Chen Qinglang feels that it is almost the same as a phoenix, but it is a few points different after all.

The phoenix shouldn't be eyeless, not so stupid.

When Chen Qinglang went deeper, he realized that he was wrong.

This bird may really be a phoenix.

They're bigger, and they've got eyes.

Their bodies turned crimson, and their eyes shone like gold.

But the eyes were godless, like dead things.

Further inside, we were almost at the end of the hallway.

Looking ahead, I found that at the other end of the corridor, there was also a vast world.

And the breath of fire, which was surging like a sea, slapped towards Chen Qinglang like a violent wind and waves.

A firebird with a body length of about one meter swept by like a meteor at the entrance of the cave, and its bright golden eyes revealed a fierce light as thick as substance.

Not a phoenix!

Beasts!

From that look, Chen Qinglang could immediately conclude that these birds were not mascots, but fierce beasts.

And it's the kind of fierce beast that is extremely ferocious, extremely furious, and extremely irritable.

The eyes have a god, is it a creature?

Chen Qinglang stood five or six meters away from the exit of the corridor, looking fixedly ahead.

In the next second, the firebird that had just flown over suddenly appeared at the exit of the corridor.

Its eyes looked at Chen Qinglang, as if it was looking at the enemy who killed his father.

Then, with a violent chirp, the firebird flew towards Chen Qinglang.

As soon as Chen Qinglang took a defensive posture, he saw a transparent access control made of waves suddenly appear at the exit of the corridor.

The firebird slammed into the door, instantly frozen, and then by an unknown force, slowly pulled its head into the door, and when its head was pulled in from the side of the door, it became much smaller, the flames faded, and its eyes became blank.

In a short time, the firebird's entire body passed through the door, and by this time, it had become a dead thing.

The body is more than twice the size of the domestic goose, and it is completely incomparable to its previous size.

Those fierce eyes became completely godless.

The bird became a dead thing.

Chen Qinglang couldn't help but take a breath.

Here, there are still prohibitions.

Fortunately, this firebird was a pathfinder, otherwise he would have crashed into it directly and become a dead man, which would have been really miserable.

When the firebird became a firebird, several more firebirds gathered at the exit of the hallway.

It's just that they look at the slowly fading access control, and their forms show fear.

"It seems that this curfew is for imprisoning these fierce birds. These dead birds outside are probably the ones that those firebirds were sucked out after hitting the curfew. ”

Since there was an access control, Chen Qinglang was fearless and took a few steps forward.

This seemed to anger the firebirds, and they rushed towards the corridor, but without exception, they were all frozen by the gatekeeper, and then slowly sucked and pulled over, turning into fire death birds.

It was only during this period that Chen Qinglang saw that there were some gaps in the access control.

"I think it's been a long time since this access control, and I don't know how many times it has been impacted, and then no one has maintained and repaired it, and the so-called disrepair is about to be scrapped. ”

Chen Qinglang walked to the access control, and he could roughly see the vast area in front of him.

In a wider space than the empty world I saw when I first entered the Yan Cave, more than a hundred living firebirds were flying here.

And in the middle of this world, there is a huge round platform.

The countless rune formations on the round platform were exuding a cold clear light.

In the middle of the round platform, in a huge round ice hockey ball, a golden firebird is burning inside.

The inside of the ice hockey ball has melted, and the huge firebird keeps rushing inside, trying to break free.

Outside the ice hockey, those firebirds also kept hitting the ice hockey.

It's just that every time it hits, the puck will hit them, causing them some damage.

But they kept going, and they didn't stop for a moment.

At this time, the cracks on the ice hockey were vertical and horizontal, and the runes on it flickered rapidly, as if they were about to fail.

The inside of the puck is mostly melting, and the outside is constantly being hit, and every minute the puck is getting thinner and thinner.

Chen Qinglang watched this scene blankly, feeling that the ice hockey ball was about to shatter at any time.