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The magma engulfs Gordon, surging into the ravines, and scattering along the crevices that crisscross the ground. The hot fire slurry slowly cooled, hardened, and solidified into dark rocks and ashes.

Gordon's four claws returned to his hands and feet, and the thick feathers6 continued to shed, revealing wrinkled, shriveled skin. After soaking in the river of fire for too long, he was severely dehydrated, his muscles were like dry wood, atrophied and folded, and his whole body fell off pieces of dry and hard skin from time to time.

Climbing up a steep ravine and avoiding the surging fire, Gordon struggled to descend as he clinged to the rocks and avoided the surging fire. Losing the feathers, the heat in the ravine became unbearable. The heat continued to surge, and the lava splashed on Gordon's body, scalding black and red wounds.

The rock was equally hot, and Gordon's bare hands and feet fell on it, "zizi" smoking, flesh and blood blurred, and bursts of heart-piercing stinging. But he had to crawl as fast as he could to the depths of the earth, the magma was cooling, and if he clogged the ravine, he would be trapped alive.

He caught a glimpse of a few miscuers who had no time to escape, frozen in the solidified magma stone, with desperate eyes open.

Jumping all the way down, Gordon's degree became faster and faster, grasping the abrupt rock horn with his hands, stepping on his legs, flying and falling like a fall, like a race against the flowing fire lava. Although the pain was unbearable, he had no distractions, and his chest was filled with a fiery momentum that spread to his limbs.

He knew that somewhere underground, the monk waited quietly for him to run into the mysterious river of time and fulfill his final promise.

"Boom!" A stream of fire rushed down from above, and Gordon hugged the rock wall, his whole body cling, the flames brushing behind him, and his head turned to ash in an instant. Inside the heart, the Magic Tree was slowly growing a crimson root, and wisps of delicate fluff bloomed one after another. The fluff is bright red in color, resembling flames, and each fluff represents a degree of increased heat resistance of Gordon.

The hot air inhaled into his body became mild, and Gordon began to adjust to the heat around him, which is quite similar to the legend: once the warrior who became the substitute of the Bitter Owl Monster was reborn from the fire, he was not afraid of the heat and gave birth to fiery roots, which had the miraculous effect of refining the impurities of the source force.

At this time, Gordon's Demon Tree already had three roots, which were transformed by the Breath Microtechnique, the Eye of the Storm, and the Fire Nature, and were rooted in the soil of the source power to absorb the essence of nutrients. The more roots the Demon Tree has, the higher Gordon's control over the source power and the faster his physique will improve.

Grasping it with his hands, the ground rock was no longer hot, and Gao Deng climbed down a distance of thousands of feet in a row, gradually going deeper into the ravine. Some places are very narrow, and the rocks are intertwined, leaving only the size of the pass. He had to use the power of the totem's painstaking efforts to kick and shatter the volcanic rocks that had just solidified, and then twist his body into a strange position with his chest and abdomen in order to barely squeeze in.

After a few more descends, the light gradually dimmed, and the ravines began to fork, and several fissures of different sizes were like twisted fingers, digging deep into the center of the earth. Gordon hesitated, and he couldn't figure out which rift he should take.

Suddenly, the sky was full of red light, and the fire magma carried the golden lava, like a giant python rushing down. Gordon vaguely saw a figure clinging to the lava, his eyes were miserable, his hands and toes were like birds' claws, and his feathers were sparsely scattered, but not all of them had fallen.

It's a newt! Gordon and the other party's eyes met, the newt was stunned for a moment, his face showed a look of hard thought, and then he roared violently, and grabbed Gordon with both arms, obviously not completely freed from the stand-in of the bitter owl.

The flames rushed down, and Gordon had no time to think again, leaping towards the widest chasm.

There was a loud bang, and the fire slurry rushed in, diverting and rushing towards the fissures. The newt struggled to pursue Gordon, but the fire slurry enveloped him and rushed into another deep ditch.

Immediately afterward, the flames swept past Gordon's side, leaving only a scorched red patch on his skin, leaving no heavy damage. A total of forty-four strands of hairs were born in the fiery root system, and the body's resistance to flames was greatly enhanced.

Avoiding the fire, Gordon continued to climb down. After going deep for nearly 100 meters, the firelight gradually weakened, and the surrounding area was black, only flickering embers remained.

The terrain of the fissure began to slow downward, like a winding path. There was no more sound nearby, shrouded in silent darkness.

Able to walk on both feet, Gordon let his eyes adjust to the darkness, holding on to the uneven rock walls on either side and moving forward cautiously.

"Huh? A human! Suddenly a dull voice came from within the rock, and a face bulged into the rock wall, and his eyes rolled, staring curiously at Gordon.

Its eyes were swollen, its mouth was flat and wide, and its entire face was made of hard, cold rock, and it was constantly wriggling, and its expression was unusually rich.

"Have you ever seen such an ugly human being? It's obviously a red-skinned monster, okay? Another face squeezed out of the stone wall, with an unfathomable expression, "According to my research, this is a juvenile red-skinned monster who has lost his parents and has not yet been weaned. From the shape of his palm, there may be three percent of the essence bloodline. To sum up, this is a hybrid red-skinned monster. ”

The face just now twitched his nose and snorted, "But you clearly said that it was a red-skinned monster earlier, why did you become a hybrid red-skinned monster again?" ”

"Isn't the hybrid Redskin Monster a Redskin?"

"Isn't ugly human being human? Ahaha! So he's a human being! ”

The two faces quarreled and refused to give in to each other. In an instant, many faces protruded from the rock walls on both sides, shouting, "Candle baked cakes!" ”

"You're so talented! Please continue to fight, I'll watch the game, come on, wait for the update! ”

"Listening to the debate between the two, my heart could not be calmed for a long time. Shocking! I have been asleep for many years, thinking that I will never wake up again, but I did not expect to hear such wonderful and passionate words today, which clear the clouds and see the sun, rain and dew, and shade for eternity...... I actually wanted to say that I was woken up by you. ”

"You guys are so meaningless! It's too watery! Whoever speaks behind me is rubbish! ”

"Trash! I'll just say two words. ”

"It's all baked cakes! Identification done! ”

Gordon looked at the faces of the rocks, and as he walked forward, they moved with him, the walls shaking like waves. "Spit monster?" He asked, hesitantly.

The saliva monster is a kind of monster that lives in underground rock groups, shaped like a boulder, with a passionate and unrestrained personality, and likes to chat with other civilized creatures and tell stories. In return, the sparrow monster will often guide some lost people out of a desperate situation.

"That's right! We're spoilers! The first face to speak shook and said, "My name is Palapa, I'm handsome, right?" ”

"I'm the oldest, the biggest, the most knowledgeable! Please familiarize yourself with me! Please fan me! You're welcome! A face arguing with him winked at Gordon, then turned to crackle and shouted, "Since he's right, why are you shaking your head?" ”

Crackling and stunned for a while, he held back a sentence: "your!" ”

The other spit monsters scrambled to ask Gordon, "Are you a human or a redskin?" ”

Gordon replied, "I am human. ”

Crackling and cheering loudly, poofing and frowning: "You were burned by magma?" ”

Gordon nodded yes, he was now wrinkled, his flesh was charred and black, and he did look a bit like a spirit.

"Then I'm right, he's not human." Puff puff sneered and nodded matter-of-factly.

Crackling and anxious: "Burnt humans are still humans!" ”

Puff puff slowly asked, "Excuse me, what is the burnt egg?" ”

"Badass!"

"A bad guy is not an egg!" Puff smugly glanced at Crackle, "Of course the burnt humans aren't humans. ”

Crackling and stunned, he retorted: "Eggs are eggs, people are people!" Burnt humans are bad people, not eggs! ”

Puff sneered and smiled meaningfully, coughed lightly, and asked Gordon; "Are you a bad person?"

Gordon shook his head as a matter of course, and was dumbfounded.

But Gordon continued: "I don't know if I'm a bad person. "Puff, puff, dumbfounded.