"Boss, wait!"

Seeing that Wen Yiming was about to make a move, Shu Ling hurriedly stopped: "Although you are immune to fire, the dragon scale fire is the spiritual flame of heaven and earth, and it is an extraordinary thing, how can it be compared to ordinary flames." ”

Saying that, Wen Yiming took out the alchemy and a lot of materials, and said: "The cold Xuan condensation fire potion is a lost secret recipe, I remember that after refining it, take it and soak your hands, this is from the dual attributes of ice and fire to strengthen the resistance of your hands to receive spiritual flames, and the effect is more than ten times stronger than the anti-fire mixture." ”

"How can I have time for alchemy, big brother?"

Wen Yiming went crazy.

Shu Lingyao pointed to the sky and said: "The waterway exit you take is the nearest route, so the demon fungus fire poison is strong, they will definitely not dare to pass through it, the fire poison in the other passages is very small, even if you reach the bottom of the pool, if you want to rush out of the water mouth, it will take at least two hours, which is enough." ”

Wen Yiming was overjoyed and wanted to kiss this little elf, it was good to be knowledgeable.

The formula appeared on the Soul Stealing Scroll, Wen Yiming didn't need to take it out, and when his mind moved, the information in his eyebrows quickly came to mind.

After meditating for a long time with his eyes closed, he began to refine after two simulations.

The Cold Xuan Condensation Flame Elixir is the difficulty of the master's six stars, and it is only used to collect spiritual flames, which is considered a partial door in the high-level formula.

An hour later, he began to refine the third one, the first one was scrapped, and the second one was not of high grade, and the book spirit said that it was not available.

Go on!

The third harvest was made, and the three bottles of high-grade potions arrived, and the time was nearly two hours.

Wen Yiming waved his hand to put the items into the ring, and then took out the ring and put it aside, leaving only a dragon spear lying in the snake ring.

Swallowing one bottle and soaking his hands with two bottles, he felt that his arms and palms were raised with red and blue lines, and they were covered tightly in a short time.

"Do it, quick!"

Shuling was more excited than him.

Wen Yiming ran the True Yuan and poured it into his hands as he walked, and transformed some of the essence into his hands and injected some boundary power.

He slowly reached out and approached the dragon scale fire, and when he was about to approach, he felt a slight heat, but those red and blue lines were sizzling, splashing a little spark.

Suddenly, a whirlpool of dragon scales burst forth.

"Fight, grab it!"

Shu Ling's shouting made Wen Yiming no longer hesitate, and his hands snapped together between his teeth.

'Squeak Squeak'

A scorching and burning sound came out, and the boundary power was exhausted in an instant, and the red and blue lines of Wen Yiming's hands quickly faded.

For a moment, he felt a chill in his heart, and his whole body was soaked, and even the sharp pain that made his face pale was forgotten.

In the battle riot of the dragon scales and fire, he felt as if the bone marrow had been evaporated, which was extremely terrifying.

Wen Yiming's eyes widened, and as soon as he poured the dragon scale fire into the Teng Snake Ring, a series of impact sounds came from the sky.

'Bang Bang Bang'

In addition to the nearest water mouth, the four water mouths kept rushing out of the figures, and Xiahou Ji and the other two martial kings were impressively in front.

"Who's that kid?"

"Stop?"

"The fire poison is weakening, that kid has a baby!"

"It must be dragon scale fire!"

"Kill him!"

Countless roars roared out in the air, killing everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar.

The place where the dragon scale fire was taken away collapsed, and Wen Yiming hurriedly went down.

Landing in the halo found a spacious cave oblique upward, Wen Yiming rushed up and down, Zhenyuan fought for fate, and he may not be afraid of the three martial kings, but then the four major sects will inevitably come one after another, a matter of time.

The point was that his hands were unconscious, and in an instant, the magic fungus fire poison had eroded his real hands and forearms.

Wen Yiming turned into the wind, and with great difficulty, he threw out two holy light techniques, and then he became conscious, and his hands and two forearms were painful to the bone, as if they were going to hurt his limbs.

"It's not easy, Nima!"

Wen Yiming gritted his teeth and sprinted, the passage became wider and wider, and gradually turned from a slope to a steep one.

"You can't run!"

Xiahouji's voice in the rear was two kilometers away.

Wen Yiming swooped forward, and with a roar, he launched a war howl, instantly exploding between the essence and blood, with an afterimage light.

Teleport!

Directly pulling the distance of Xiahouji away by a thousand meters again, Wen Yiming perceived that Xiahouji was also teleporting closer, but the distance was not as far as him.

Soaring into the air from an inconspicuous rift, he didn't have time to look around, and a straight line of detection swept around as he rode through the air.

In the next second, he swooped straight down, jumping and stumbling on the criss-crossing cliffs.

Flying in the air with King Wu is not his forte, if you want to say that the ground is extremely fast, King Wu can only eat his fart in the middle stage.

"Bastard ——!"

Xiahou Ji was thrown away from afar, roared angrily, and took out the communication card during the high-speed flight, "Huang Zheng, Wen Song, Sikong Jing, the dragon scale fire has been taken first, quickly order your people to outflank and intercept from the southwest, angry old man!"

"Xiahou Ji, what are you anxious about, can he still take it away after leaving the secret realm!" a voice came from afar.

Xiahou Ji turned his head to look during the pursuit, and said angrily: "Huang Lao'er, chase quickly, let your Danhui's people outflank you." This kid is faster than Lao Tzu, he must have hidden his cultivation and plotted against him, I don't think it's that simple!"

"Dragon Scale Fire?"

Huang Zheng's silver hair fluttered in the wind, followed Xiahou Ji closely, and said: "Don't worry, the people of Tianwen Palace and Chuangyi Pavilion are all in the southwest, it seems that they have discovered the Materia Medica!"

Xiahou Ji was overjoyed, and a voice came from his communication card, "Xiahou, the "Materia Medica" is already in the hands of my company, what did you just say, the dragon scale fire was taken first, are you kidding me?"

"Funny Nima, Sikong, hurry up and arrange, release the news, and let all the martial cultivators intercept them from the west, southwest, and south. ”

Xiahou Ji was angry, he was sure that the terrifying hot energy that disappeared in an instant was caused by the dragon scale fire, and now the demon fungus fire poison between the heaven and earth vitality was decreasing, although this was a good thing, but in his hands in the middle of the dignified martial king, he was killing with murderous intent, and he had the heart to destroy people.

In less than half an hour, the secret realm was boiling, and most of the people knew that a white-robed man had robbed the dragon scale fire, and those who received the news had received orders from the four major sects, allowing them to participate in the siege, and their merits would be rewarded.

And Wen Yiming had already left Xiahou Ji out at this moment, but he was also distressed, the terrain in front of him was an endless grassland, and there were only some undulating hills, which were more difficult to hide than those vertical and horizontal cliffs.

If you want to turn back to the cliff but are afraid of encountering Xiahouji, your hands have recovered a little, but if you want to exert your peak combat power, it will be at least half a day later.

On the far edge were the continuous mountains, and Wen Yiming could only continue to move forward, approaching the mountain range.

It was running like the wind, and more than a hundred people appeared thousands of meters away in the aura perception, and he arrived in an instant.

"Who? stop!"

A middle-aged man of the ninth layer of the Martial Sect stood in the way.