The land of the god of fire is full of magic and mystery, countless clusters of flames are floating back and forth like lonely souls and wild ghosts, like the soul hook rope released by the god of death, everywhere you pass, there are monks who have been destroyed by the body, annihilated the primordial spirit, and melted into bubbling magma, shocking and suffocating.

Several old men's eyes flashed suddenly, and they took a step forward under each other's eyes, and stepped into the place sealed by the god of fire, their palms dancing, and there were blades like knives cutting, making a sonorous and deafening sound, making people's eardrums rumble.

You wait. The clansmen of the Thunder Clan stared at Mo Li viciously, gritted their teeth, and said with hatred and resentment, led by a middle-aged man, who has a good Lei Mang mastery technique, and there are countless Lei Mangs around him like pets between the palms, and they also take this opportunity to enter the land sealed by the Fire God.

Mo Li's mind at this moment was completely no longer on these people, and even his expression didn't even change at all, he seemed to be listening to the sound of the Dao that was constantly floating in the void, melodious.

His heart was like a ripple, full of unrest, there was indeed a fire barbarian spell here, and the echoing Dao sound that continued to be heard was like runes floating around, and others seemed to be unable to hear it, which made him feel even more strange.

The blood-red pupils filled his eyes, and he could vaguely see that the light contained the runes of fire, as if sparks were rising and beating.

Mo Li slowly took a step forward into the sealed land, the sound of the Dao echoing in his ears became clearer and clearer, and the scenery in his eyes was also reversed in the whirlwind of the heavens, and the fog that was about to dissipate was now swirling, as if it had invisibly become a labyrinth of hopeless force.

Mo Li kept moving forward, there was not the slightest fluctuation in his body, and he didn't even have the magic spells to operate, he just relied on the instinct of his body to move forward, the sound of the Tao rumbled, like the sound of heaven, it cleansed people's hearts, made people feel comfortable, and the tightened pores on his body were relaxing, like an initiation, the Great Dao resonated with it, and even his every line seemed to have traces of the Great Dao flowing, and he was extremely transformed.

And in his eyes, the jump of the fire rune became more and more solid, full of a sense of fullness, as if the ascetic was looking for his own way.

There are all kinds of sounds constantly echoing in the ears, among which there are killing sounds that seem to shout and kill the sky, as if there are countless living beings fighting, rivers of blood, like wind and rain, crumbling, screaming never stopping, mourning all over the field, penetrating people's hearts, can imagine that this must be the most cruel and tragic massacre.

...... The roar of the beast continued to echo in his ears, and the source of this sound was very similar to the hissing of the demon bat, and it continued to swirl in Mo Li's ears, as if he could imagine that not far away, at this moment, there was a group of creatures like demon bats galloping towards him, like wearing stars and moons, non-stop.

Snort...... There was also a sound like a flame spraying in his ears, as if there were countless flames entwined with each other not far ahead, like a poisonous snake hanging on a tree, full of hideousness.

Mo Li was still walking forward, the sound of the fire spell seemed to continue to whirl in his ears, like a summoning in the dark, guiding him out of the sea of fog, his back was gradually surrounded by the phantom of the flame at the moment, and there was an accumulation of demon bat phantoms mixed in, like a drifting angel, gently flapping his wings, the surrounding fog was also annihilated at this moment, and the temperament of the whole person was becoming quaint, and there was not even the slightest discomfort.

At this moment, the sea of fog silently gave way to a wide avenue, and the feet were filled with red-hot magma, and from a distance, it seemed to be a bridge made of countless flames, leading to the other side.

Mo Li seemed to have lost his soul, only his heart fire showed unprecedented excitement, and even the luster on it became extremely dazzling, resonating with the fire bridge and blending into one.

Mo Li walked quickly across the fire bridge, and what he could see was the same as what he saw outside the sealed place, and the skeleton was still placed in front of him, without any trace of cultivation fluctuations on his body, and there was not even a trace of coercion, but Mo Li was staring at this skeleton very attentively at the moment, and the Dao sound like a Sanskrit song was revealed from this skeleton, could this be the existence of the legendary fire god, Mo Li didn't know.

His thoughts were extremely complicated, and he couldn't imagine that this god-like existence would only have a skeleton left, didn't it mean that all people from the gods could live forever, and the god of fire was also one of the gods, could there be any changes in the middle?

Mo Li stood in front of the skeleton with an extremely calm face, his eyes were burning and looking at this skeleton, his mind seemed to have been attacked, and there was a constant buzzing sound impacting his mind, and the spiritual platform was unstable, so that he couldn't help but take a few steps back, staring at the skeleton with a more horrified face, his eyes were extremely strange, and the light was uncertain.

At this moment, Mo Li has an extremely bold guess in his heart, that is, this skeleton may be real, but it must not be the fire god's, because if it is really the skeleton of the god, that god-like majesty will not become what it is now, even if it is how many years apart, Hepburn has not had the slightest reaction, and if there is a reaction, he will not be able to withstand this vast coercion, even if he has a ** comparable to a divine beast.

Mo Li's body looked at the scepter beside the skeleton almost sluggishly, and the runes covered with it were already fixed at the moment, like tadpoles, like swimming fish, delicate and elegant, lifelike, very expressive, and surging.

Mo Li's eyes shrank suddenly, as he saw two crimson characters written under the left hand of the skeleton, as if there was a scorching flame scurrying, burning the financial stone.

Could this be the legendary Zhu Rong of the God of Fire!!!The fat Taoist priest in the storage bag shouted with a shocked face.

Zhu Rong, the original name of the legendary god of fire, is favored by the heavens, controls the fire of the world, and can melt all things in the world, which can be called violence. The bald chicken also said with a very wonderful face.

The next moment, Mo Li's eyes shrank again, because he had seen this lifeless skeleton at close range with the fire runes beating in his eyes, making Mo Li's eyes seem to burn in pain.

When he opened his eyes again, blood was already pouring out of the corners of his eyes, his face was pale, and he became extremely terrifying, and the fire runes in his eyes became full again, with an unconcealable sense of solidity.

The faint sound was still echoing, and Mo Li seemed to have tasted a different thought in this skeleton, especially when he saw the handwriting that was almost imprinted on the root of the skeleton, and his mind was even more buzzing, as if there were countless runes rushing to his face under the fluttering fire of his heart......