After getting rid of the pursuit of the barbarians, Wu Yong did not stop, at this time he entered a state of selflessness, only feeling that the world was so vast, and he was as free as a bird cruising in the wind.

For the first time, he unleashed his potential unscrupulously in the vast space, Wu Yong did not have the slightest reservation, stepping on solid ground, and every step felt a little closer to the world. Wu Yong had only one thought, never stop, just keep running, run to the very edge of the continent, where is the abyss, where is the ocean, where heaven and earth form a line, where the sun and the moon rotate.

Wu Yong wants to stand on the cliff and roar loudly against the wind and waves, will there be another world on the other side of the world, he wants to transmit his voice farther, so that the world can hear that there is a young man who is unwilling to be ordinary here, feeling the power of heaven and earth at the moment, and breathing with them.

I don't know how long he ran, Wu Yong's energy was squandered and dried up, and his body also felt severe soreness and fatigue, his speed slowed down by a minute, and finally the phantom behind him disappeared one after another, only Wu Yong's body stood alone in this silent snowfield, and the short vacuum formed by the air behind him was quickly filled, making a huge whistle, Wu Yong gritted his teeth, there was darkness in front of him, and he shook a few times and fell asleep on the ground.

The snow melted in this strange land, revealing black soil, soft and moist.

I don't know how long it took for Wu Yong to slowly wake up, he lay on the ground and looked forward, the sky in front of him showed a strange crimson, and the wind blowing from that direction brought a pungent breath and a hint of heat, bringing some warmth to Wu Yong in the cold winter.

Wu Yong stood up with difficulty on the ground, the fatigue of his body did not disappear, and his exhausted energy only recovered a little. The swaying Wu Yong walked towards the red sky with his intuition.

The closer he got to the sky, the warmer and more pungent the air became, and finally in front of Wu Yong was a huge sea of fire, which occupied the entire land, burning between the heavens and the earth, and the pungent smell came from here.

Flames erupted from the cracks in the ground, the rocks were burned to a dark golden light, and Wu Yong stood dumbfounded in front of the sea of fire, motionless, losing the ability to think and act.

After a day and a night, the puppet-like Wu Yong's fingers moved slightly, and the whole person seemed to be conscious, he looked at the flames that showed no signs of weakening, and wondered if it would continue to burn like this? When did it start burning, and what supported it to burn?

Wu Yong took a few steps forward, the clothes on his body were slightly scorched by the scorching waves, Wu Yong didn't dare to get too close, the temperature near the sea of fire was not something he could bear.

So he traveled around this fire domain towards the north, hoping to find a way to the northern border of the Yan Kingdom.

Wu Yong walked around the sea of fire for about half a day, observing the scene of the sea of fire all the way, and found that it seemed that some kind of gas would be spewed out from the cracks in the ground, and it was this gas that always supported the burning of the flames, and sometimes when a large amount of gas gushed out at the same time, the flames would suddenly increase and go straight to the sky. I don't know how deep these cracks are and how much of this gas is contained in them, maybe it is really as Zeng Jing said, the continent is actually a spherical shape, and the land we are in is only the shell of the continent, and what kind of world is under the shell, which has not yet been known.

After walking for a whole day, Wu Yong still didn't get out of the vicinity of this fire domain, and there was a winding black shadow in the distance, which was the mountain range of the Heavenly Divine Mountain, and this fire domain could actually continue to the vicinity of the divine mountain, which was really surprising.

Suddenly Wu Yong found that there seemed to be a person sitting not far in front, Wu Yong immediately stopped and approached vigilantly, that person's clothes were very familiar, Wu Yong quickly thought of the strange man who stepped down from the top of the sacred mountain that day, could it be him?

At this time, the man spread out a half-painted colored canvas in front of him, and placed a palette of various colors beside him, he held a slender brush, and found dark gold in the palette, and with a slight touch, the paint spiraled around the tip of the pen like a life, and a little floating gold immediately appeared at the end of the pen, leaving a flickering trail in the air as the brush moved.

Wu Yong came quietly behind this person, he didn't react, it seemed that the whole person was engaged in creation, ignoring the things around him.

Wu Yong carefully examined his paintings, and the content on the canvas was the endless sea of fire in front of him. The two of them were silent until the last stroke of the painting was touched, and suddenly the whole picture came alive, and you can see the flames jumping up and down, the molten slurry flowing under the rocks, and the red clouds in the sky. A dead grass falls onto the canvas in the wind and is immediately ignited by the flames in the painting.

After finishing the stroke, the person put the pen aside quite proudly, and asked Wu Yong without looking back: "After watching it for so long, can you see the subtlety?" ”

Wu Yong said without thinking: "I don't understand." ”

This person's figure flickered, but he didn't expect Wu Yong to be so frank, and said: "I can't understand and stand for so long." ”

With a wave of the artist's long sleeves, the red light of this map of heaven and fire converges and becomes an ordinary canvas, the canvas floats in the air and rolls up by itself, and the painter gently copies the scroll and puts it into his backpack on his back.

The painter stood up, looked at the painting plate resting on the ground, and said with a little pity: "Alas, I took so much effort to get the flint, but I didn't expect to use only a little bit to make paint. ”

Wu Yong looked at the stone in the painting plate that was still dark and gold, and thought to himself, could this stone be obtained from the sea of fire, how did he enter this sea of fire that melted gold and iron, this is a hundred times more difficult than flying through the snow from an avalanche.

Seeing Wu Yong's puzzled expression, the painter said even more proudly: "Using the ice crystals of the sacred mountain to cool the essence of earth and fire to make paint, in the whole world, who else can have such a wonderful idea except for me Wu Daoxuan." Ha ha. ”

Wu Yong quietly watched Wu Daoxuan's self-absorption on the side, and after he finished laughing, he left without saying a word.

Wu Daoxuan looked at Wu Yong's nonchalant departure in embarrassment, coughed his throat, and shouted: "You young man, why are you so calm when you see this masterpiece of the past and the present, haven't you heard of my name Wu Daoxuan?" ”

Wu Yong didn't look back, and said simply: "No." ”

Wu Daoxuan shook slightly, then came to Wu Yong, looked at Wu Yong carefully, and said to himself: "Hey, why does the young man look a little familiar?" ”