There was nothing to say all night, the first time Shen Hanfeng sorted out the spiritual power for his disciples, there was a mistake, in order to be safe, the two of them just cultivated separately this night. When the sky was slightly bright, Zhuo Junchen woke up from meditation, and his master was not far from him, leaning against a stone and closing his eyes. Sensing the change in breath, Shen Hanfeng opened his eyes and looked at his apprentice: "Awake?" ”

Zhuo Junchen nodded, he cultivated all night, although he didn't sleep and rest, his spirit was good. Shen Hanfeng didn't delay any longer, and after changing the medicine for his apprentice, he went to Taiyun Mountain with his sword.

As soon as he stepped into the range of Taiyun Mountain, Shen Hanfeng sensed that something was wrong. He has cultivated in his body, and he has always been light and strong, but at this time, he feels that his body is stagnant, as if something is suppressing the aura around him.

Zhuo Junchen's feeling was naturally deeper, the spiritual power in his body was completely inoperable, and now he was just an ordinary person with some fist and foot skills. However, the Netherworld Whip in his dantian was still surging with demonic energy, Zhuo Junchen slightly fell half a step down from his master, and after a trace of dark light flashed in his hand, he disappeared again.

He could mobilize the Nether Whip, and when it fell into the palm of his hand, the pressure on his body was much lighter. Fearing that the master was worried, Zhuo Junchen took back the Nether Whip and pretended to have done nothing.

Shen Hanfeng took out a wrap of red rope from the Qiankun bag. Handing one end to Zhuo Junchen, Shen Hanfeng explained: "This is a stumbling immortal rope, you and I are each wrapped around one end, and we can't leave each other for a hundred steps." So saying, he tied a red rope around his wrist. Zhuo Junchen saw the appearance of the master, a trace of red flashed on his face, and he also learned from the appearance of the master, and wrapped the red rope around his hand. After a while, only the part of the connected red rope was left in the hand, and the red rope released in the middle disappeared, and it would not hinder the movement of the two.

Shen Hanfeng sacrificed the Frost Burning Sword, he estimated the apprentice's current situation, and he didn't force him to defend.

When they landed, they were already close to the top of the mountain, and although Zhuo Junchen couldn't mobilize his spiritual power, the physique that had been strengthened after years of cultivation was still there, and it didn't cause much trouble to Shen Hanfeng.

As we got closer to the top of the mountain, a pungent smell grew in the air, and the temperature around me became much higher.

Zhuo Junchen was a little puzzled, but Shen Hanfeng naturally didn't let the apprentice be confused for too long: "Taiyun Mountain is a volcano, and the magma is surging underneath, so it is extremely hot. Shen Hanfeng stretched out his hand and put it on the apprentice's wrist, and a cool and transparent body suppressed Zhuo Junchen's unconsciously irritability.

He was originally a thunder fire spirit root, and his resistance to fire poison was stronger than that of others, and the danger of Taiyun Mountain could be seen. Although the Blood Branch White Jade Flower is not an extremely precious spirit grass, it is also extremely rare. Such spiritual objects are often guarded by fierce beasts, and I don't know how much trouble it takes to get my hands on them.

There were still some trees at the bottom of the mountain, and when they reached the top of the mountain, they could faintly see the faint red light coming from the crater, and all that was left was bare black soil. Dark clouds piled up on the top of the mountain, and a steady stream of black smoke came out of the magma.

Shen Hanfeng watched for a while, then turned back to Zhuo Junchen and said, "I'll go to the mountain pass to see, you are a hundred steps away from me, don't get too close." "The black smoke is smoky, and Zhuo Junchen's pair of starry eyes have been smoked red.

Although Zhuo Junchen didn't want Shizun to be in danger alone, he knew that he could only hold Shizun back if he followed.

"Master, be careful."

Shen Hanfeng nodded, and walked towards the mountain pass, the suppression here became even more powerful, Zhuo Junchen repeatedly adjusted his breathing, and still relied on the demonic qi in his body to barely show his abnormality.

The Frost Burning Sword made a slight clanging sound in his hand, and Shen Hanfeng felt a little bad in his heart. This instinct is something he has cultivated over the years, and every time he has this feeling, it means that this opponent will be extremely tricky this time. It's just that even so, he can only rise to the challenge.

The crater resembles a large lake with red water, with a diameter of nearly ten zhang. In the midst of the smoke, you can see a protruding black stone in the middle of the churning magma, no bigger than the size of a basin, and a small blooming flower in the middle.

The flower is divided into five petals, the color is white, but the flower branch is not green, but red like blood, this is the blood branch white jade flower he wants to take.

Shen Hanfeng's gaze fell on the churning magma, and the fiery red magma exploded from time to time, and turbid bubbles splashed everywhere. It's not that he's afraid of the lava, it's just that under the surging mountain pass, he always feels that there is a murderous motive hidden in it.

With a sigh of relief, Shen Hanfeng flew towards the blood branch white jade flower on tiptoe. Zhuo Junchen watched Shizun fall into the mountain pass, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly approached a few steps. I saw Shen Hanfeng like a white crane with wings spread, sliding down the mountain pass. Approaching the black stone where the spirit grass grew, Shen Hanfeng turned the frost sword in his hand, and the magic weapon that had been tempered in every way was naturally not afraid of mortal fire, and with the power of tapping the lava, Shen Hanfeng sent himself to the black stone.

The temperature of the mountain pass was extremely high, and Shen Hanfeng's feet were hot. He looked around and saw that Zhuo Junchen was too close, and waved his hand at him. Zhuo Junchen retreated very obediently, and Shen Hanfeng used his spiritual power at this time, planning to directly take away the black stone with the spiritual grass.

The black stone looked hard, but the texture was soft, and Shen Hanfeng didn't spend much effort to cut off the blood branch and white jade flower by the roots. As soon as the spirit grass started, Shen Hanfeng only felt a vibration under his feet, and the lava around him also had the potential to boil and surge. Shocked, Shen Hanfeng didn't care about what trouble would be caused by too strong fluctuations in spiritual power, and the icy cold sword qi slashed on the magma and split into a path.

With the force of a slight rebound, Shen Hanfeng rushed in the direction of his apprentice as fast as an arrow from the string.

Where Zhuo Junchen was standing, the undercurrent in the mountain pass could no longer be seen.

The roar of a beast startled Zhuo Junchen's heart, and the next moment, a white shadow covered his vision, and he rolled down the mountain with him.

"Master!" Zhuo Junchen saw clearly the person holding him, Shen Hanfeng's face was extremely pale, and the Frost Burning Sword in his hand fell beside him. Before he could speak, a bloodshot welled up from his lips.

Zhuo Junchen hurriedly turned over and wanted to help the master up. Shen Hanfeng's movements were much faster than him, and he could still take the time to pull him up with his sword.

Shen Hanfeng turned around and protected Zhuo Junchen behind him, Zhuo Junchen raised his head, the dark clouds on the top of Taiyun Mountain were even thicker, and at this time, there was a trace of demonic energy.

The originally calm crater shook as if someone had poured magma into the volcano, and black and red lava overflowed from the crater. And what is even more terrifying is that there is an extra hideous beast head in this crater.

The whole body is golden red, the dragon horns are sharp, and the ugly fire dragon blinks its vertical pupils and roars at them!

The dragon's roar shook people's hearts, and Zhuo Junchen was in the enchantment controlled by Shen Hanfeng, so he escaped the powerful power contained in the dragon's breath.

"The Well Protector Dragon." Shen Hanfeng muttered. Although he had doubted that he could find traces of the Demon Well here, he didn't want to really encounter the Demon Dragon.

It is rumored that this demon dragon has two ends, one is in the Shenque Continent, and the other is in the Demon Realm, guarding this god and demon well from being entered and exited at will.

Shen Hanfeng's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the momentum around his body condensed. The momentum of this dragon is strong, at least it is also a Mahayana cultivation, so if he is alone, he will definitely be able to escape, but there is still a Zhuo Junchen by his side.

Fortunately, the Well Protector Demon Dragon could not leave the God Demon Well too far, and Zhuo Junchen only needed to leave Taiyun Mountain, and he would probably be able to save it. For today's plan, the only way to do this is to let the apprentice leave first, and then find a way out by yourself!

Shen Hanfeng gritted his teeth, and with a finger of his long sword, he rushed towards the dragon first. Only if he completely attracted the attention of this demon dragon, would it be possible for Zhuo Junchen to leave unnoticed.

The sword shadow dispersed, and the sword qi that destroyed gold and iron beckoned to the demon dragon, making a piercing sound of gold and iron intersecting.

There is a huge difference in size between Shen Hanfeng and the demon dragon, but his momentum is not weak at all. In the face of such a huge enemy, the Wind Blade Frost Blade could land on the Demon Dragon's rough scale armor without even the aid of other moves.

After all, Shen Hanfeng was a cultivator in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, and although the damage to the demon dragon was not satisfactory, he also managed to add a few wounds to the demon dragon. The blood of the golden red dragon splashed into the magma, and in an instant, it burst into even more dazzling fire.

Shen Hanfeng shook his eyes and closed his eyes unconsciously. He knew that there were a lot of flaws at this time, and he made up a lot of sword shadows around him to defend himself.

It's just that this temporary protection is extremely weak in front of the demon dragon, and the sharp dragon claws draw out afterimages. If Shen Hanfeng could see it at this time, he would definitely be able to dodge this blow. It's just that he is not sensitive to his six senses at this time, and when he senses it, he can only take this claw hard.

Zhuo Junchen had already sacrificed the Nether Whip, and the lingering demonic aura made him feel a lot better, and he was so fashionable and rational that he didn't use the long whip.

Shen Hanfeng was knocked to the ground by this blow, and the strong impact on his body was completely removed by turning over several times. Zhuo Junchen was not far from him, and hurriedly stepped forward to check on the master's condition.

Shen Hanfeng stood up, and the fire dragon didn't attack them immediately, but stared at them in general.

Shen Hanfeng stood in front of his apprentice, his eyes fixed on the demon dragon and he didn't move: "When I catch the attention of the demon dragon, you will immediately run down the mountain!" The farther away the better! ”

Zhuo Junchen hurriedly said, "What about you, Master?"

Shen Hanfeng's voice was hoarse: "When I find a chance to escape, I will naturally come to you." As he spoke, he untied the stumbling rope in his hand, and then walked towards the demon dragon again without hesitation.

Zhuo Junchen gritted his teeth, Shizun's arrangement was naturally the best, but he just asked him to abandon Shizun and escape alone, but he couldn't do it!

Just as he was about to force himself to listen to his master's words, Zhuo Junchen saw a scene that made him look like his eyes were splitting!

The hot breath was entangled around Shen Hanfeng's body, and Shen Hanfeng, who was unavoidable, was mercilessly grasped by the dragon's claws in his heart.

Shizun is like a big bird with broken wings, falling to the crater!

"Master!"