The lotus flower in the right palm of the dustless suddenly felt like a drop of blood, and it was surging in the dark like blood.

Shocked, there must be someone in front of him, and the lotus flower will have this vision.

This is the Demon Realm, and ordinary mortals will definitely not be able to get here.

So who is this person who can make the lotus flower manifest its vision?

The front was getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature had risen a lot, as hot as a furnace.

The little blood spirit flew in front, sweat flowing down like raindrops, quietly wetting a pair of incomparably beautiful colored wings.

Even the speed of the little blood spirit slowed down a lot.

The little blood spirit waved his hand and wiped the sweat from his face and said, "What the hell is this place, it's so hot!" Mother, we are going the wrong way, let's go the other way. ”

Wuchen felt distressed for a while when he heard this, and beckoned to the little blood spirit, "Blood spirit, come here, quickly hide in your mother's arms."

The mother has an ice silkworm clothes, even the samadhi true fire of the demon god can't get close to the mother's body, and this temperature can't help the mother's mother. ”

The blazing high temperature made the little blood spirit extremely uncomfortable, and the little blood spirit didn't dare to be good at it now, so he obediently turned around and got into Wuchen's arms and said, "Mother, let's turn back, this road is a dead end, the blood spirit feels that there is a purgatory ahead, and if we go any further, we will be burned to death." ”

Wuchen tightened the ice silkworm clothes, and held the blood spirit tightly in his arms, a touch of tenderness flowed from the dustless and clear star eyes like spring water, and Wuchen said distressedly, "Don't worry, blood spirit, with your mother's presence, you will never let anything hurt you."

The mother sensed that someone was calling for help in front of her, and it was the mission of the mother to save the suffering, even if the mother sensed it, there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of her, and the mother also had to take a look. ”

Wuchen said and tightened the ice silkworm's clothes, and unleashed his spiritual power to fly forward like a white butterfly.

The rocks in the passage were burned red.

Such a high temperature is that a piece of iron falls on a rock, and it will immediately be turned into a puddle of water, or it will be steamed away into a wisp of light smoke and disappear without a trace.

Under such a high temperature of thousands of degrees, fortunately, dustless has been reborn and practiced into a body of ice, the higher the temperature, the colder the dustless body becomes, plus the dustless has ice silk protection, it can't hurt dustless at all.

After passing through the passage, the front suddenly became bright and spacious, and in the center, there was a fireball blazing.

Wuchen raised his eyes and saw that the flame of this fireball was not an ordinary fire, but a permanent and immortal Demon Realm Soul Transformation True Fire.

Something seemed to be tumbling in the fireball, and in a moment it turned into a wisp of light smoke that rose and drifted out of a small hole above the rock formation.

Then another shadow screamed and threw itself through the hole above the rock formation, and after a few moments it fell into a fireball, and then it turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted away from the hole in the top of the rock formation.

Wuchen saw it clearly, and instantly understood that this was the refining furnace of the demon world, and the demon world threw the souls caught from the outside and some demons who had broken the rules into the refining furnace to extract the essence for the demon god to keep the original spirit alive to improve his skills.

Wuchen was thinking about it, and a faint cry for help suddenly came from the refining furnace, "Sister Wuchen, why are you here, you go quickly, this is the demon world, your Buddha light can't work, you can't fight the demon gods, you go quickly." ”

Why is this voice so familiar, this is the voice of the little fairy child, Wuchen "snorted" in his heart, and the little fairy child was also in the refining furnace.

Wuchen hurriedly gathered his spiritual power in his eyes, and a pair of eyes as clear as blue water suddenly glowed like torches.

Wuchen swept his gaze to the blazing fireball, and sure enough, the little fairy boy was tied to the pillar in the refining furnace by layers of magic ropes, and was suffering from the burning of the real fire.