The creek was just a dozen steps ahead, and the air flow flowed rapidly in the body, and he jumped up in the air and leaped towards the stream. At the moment when the poisonous gas was about to entangle, under the cold and evil eyes, Dole plunged into the stream and disappeared under the rapidly flowing water.

The three royal children of the Xiangsi family walked on the north side of the 'Holy Heaven Fire Mountain', and the Xiangsi Feiyu, who had always been lonely and proud, naturally chose a steep and difficult road, Xiangsi Feiyu walked at the forefront of the line, with two scrolls inserted in his waist, the fiery red and cyan scrolls, Xiangsi Zhixin walked in the middle and the beautiful eyes were vigilantly observing the surroundings, and Xiangsi Ce this idiot naturally shook his hands and walked in the end, walking in the steep mountains and panting and sweating.

Suddenly, Xiang Si Feiyu stopped, his eyes looked to the right inexplicably, a trace of sadness under the light of his indifferent and arrogant eyes, and said lightly:

"I want to go over there."

The two followed his gaze to the right, and a huge grave loomed under the pine tree, Xiang Si Zhixin has always been brutal and domineering, but under the indifference and loneliness of this genius boy, he was a little more docile for no reason, maybe he had more sympathy and admiration for the history of blood and tears in the 'hot' vein, and was about to nod his head in agreement, but Xiang Si Ce shouted:

"What are you doing there? It's a forbidden place, and the most heroic warriors of the empire are all there, and you can't enter it at will for no reason! Let's keep walking, it's been four days before we grab a scroll. ”

Xiang Si Feiyu silently turned his head to look at him, his cold and sharp eyes shone brightly, Xiang Si Ce's heart inexplicably felt a kind of fear and cold shock, and he couldn't help lowering his fat head slightly.

"It's just because it's where the most heroic warriors of the empire are located, so I'm going to see it."

It was still the arrogant and cold voice, after saying that, Xiang Si Feiyu turned his head and walked towards the forbidden land, Xiang Si Zhixin naturally followed, and he seemed to have understood what he was going to do, and the seemingly domineering princess also had a sensitive and delicate heart of a girl. Xiang Si Ce heard the rustling footsteps and knew that the two had walked away, raised his head and stuck out his tongue at Xiang Si Feiyu's back, made a grimace and muttered, "What's so great about you, aren't you just a genius, sooner or later you won't be killed by my father!" ’

After speaking, he shook his head and looked around, shook his hand and followed, although he had a hundred complaints in his heart, but he didn't dare to stay alone in this dangerous dense forest.

Walking through the tall tombs built of bluestones, the heroic spirit permeated the empty mountains, the grass under his feet withered in the cold wind, and the inexhaustible indifference and desolation. Walking in front of a huge tomb, Xiang Si Feiyu suddenly stopped, and the increasingly solid figure twitched violently, this tomb was much taller than Zhou Wei's tomb, as if standing among many war spirits.

In front of the tomb stands a high bluestone stele, which is engraved with more than a dozen ancient seal characters, and the erosion of the handwriting of 20 years has long been rejected, but it can not hide the majesty and the glorious time of the past.

'The first-class prince is hot and wins', his cold eyes looked at this stone tablet silently, and his erect chest was silently bent down, as if he was praying for the war spirit in the tomb, and the lonely back was more mournful but more sad, and the arrogant young man was indescribably sad at the moment. Xiang Si Zhixin saw it in his eyes, tears flashed in his eyes, and Xiang Si Ce saw the corners of his mouth in his eyes, but he didn't dare to come out.

Rustling, there was a low sound of footsteps behind him, Xiang Si Zhixin and Xiang Si Ce hurriedly looked back, there were other people in the forbidden place here, and Xiang Si Feiyu was still buried with his head deep facing the tomb.

A tall figure walked out from behind a tomb, the fiery red robe with a mask on his face, it turned out to be a vigilant 'dark department' monk of the Black Fire Academy. walked behind the three of them, looked at the lonely back with his head buried and was silent, and only whispered for a long time:

"Let's go, this is a forbidden place, and only by constantly defeating the opponent is the true sorrow for the battle spirit."

The lonely back finally raised his head, straightened his chest and walked towards the way he came, still so arrogant and indifferent, Xiang Si Zhixin and Xiang Si Ce hurriedly followed. Walked out of the forbidden place and walked for more than half an hour, around a boulder abruptly in front of him, a small open place in front of him, a group of Wuliang Temple Sanxiu came out of the dense forest on the side, the two sides met in a narrow way here under the sight of this boulder to cover the forward.

The two groups stopped walking in a hurry, looking at each other from afar, a Wuliang Temple scattered cultivator only had a golden scroll inserted in his waist, it seemed to be a group of monks who had found nothing in the past few days, Xiang Si Ce suddenly saw a group of monks rushing out, hahaha laughed and patted his fat hands:

"The food delivery is finally out!"

It was as if these three monks were already fish on the knife board, and these three people looked at Xiang Si Feiyu on the opposite side and frowned slightly, the genius name of 'Fire Boy' had already resounded all over the five countries, and a monk couldn't help but burst out in horror:

"'Fire Boy' Xiang Si Feiyu."

"Yes, that's right." Xiang Si Feiyu responded coldly.

"Brothers, we have no way out, although there is a 'fire boy' on the other side, the other girl and the stupid fat man are mostly useless, we may not lose to them if we fight hard."

The san cultivator with the scroll in his waist whispered, it seemed that he was the leader of this group, and the other two couldn't help nodding in their ears, almost half of the game in this stage had passed, and he was still in a hurry, looking at the two scrolls inserted in Xiang Sifei's waist, he was already ready to move.

The three of them drank violently, and the staff poked to the ground in unison, and the dim golden light on the staff suddenly skyrocketed several times, suppressing the fiery red light that shrouded in this area, turning it into a world of golden light. Unlike the spiritual power condensed in the spells of the other five sects, the 'spiritual power' is the true core of the cultivation of the Wuliang Temple.

The will of the 'spiritual power' can instantly increase one's own mana, the first-order 'spiritual power' can increase the mana by about thirty percent, and the two-order 'spiritual power' can increase the mana by fifty percent. The cultivation of the three leaders of the Wuliang Temple Scattered Cultivator can break through the third level, and the remaining two have not yet broken through the third level, Rao is so the mana of the three people is under the urging of 'spiritual power', and the total mana seems to have increased by an equal amount of monks.

The powerful 'spiritual power' aura poured out like a flood, and the murderous aura that permeated the strong aura was almost suffocating, Xiang Si's pink face turned pale, and the 'fire sword' in his hand began to tremble inexplicably, the first time he faced such a powerful opponent, the first time he experienced such a life-and-death duel, the domineering princess has always been someone else who made him amuse.

And Xiang Si Ce gave a loud shout, ran to the back of the two and hid under Xiang Si Feiyu's waist, and the two thick legs kept trembling in fright. At this moment, the three monks raised their staffs and waved their hands heavily in the sound of violent shouting, and three golden rays of light and thunder collided towards the three of them.

The fiery red light flickered in the jet-black pupils, and just as the golden light collided, the 'blinding' technique was cast again, and the proud young man did not move a step from beginning to end, as if everything was under control. A sea of fire burned out of thin air and floated in front of him, and quickly materialized, transforming into an impregnable copper wall.

Boom, a huge roar resounded through the mountains, and the golden light collided on the materialized flames and was blocked back, and the 'Fire Shield' with second-order spiritual power plus the second-order 'Pupil Technique' was far stronger than the attack power of the three people. The most powerful attack and the strongest defense, in the end, it was the 'Blind Eyes' who prevailed.

After the three monks finished their whole body mana blow, they were still immersed in the powerful attack and defense, and the figure of Xiangsi Feiyu that had been stationary suddenly started, turning into a firelight and rushing towards the three monks, the 'Cangquan Sword' was already in his hand at some point, and the fiery red light flickered violently, as quiet as a virgin moving like a rabbit, maybe the current Xiangsi Feiyu has this realm.

The three monks who were still in the Leng God Room had just come back to their senses, and Xiang Si Feiyu had already arrived in front of him, but he didn't expect the other party's speed to be so fast, and he didn't expect that after the other party completed a spell, he launched the next round of attacks in the blink of an eye, and there was almost no interval in between. In a hurry, the three of them brandished their staffs to block the attack, but the swift figure had already launched an attack, stabbing straight with one hand, and the sharp blade of the sword pierced into the lower abdomen of a monk.

In the midst of the screams, a monk fell in a pool of blood, a sword pierced into the figure and flew out in the air, and the two golden rays of light that had been hurriedly smashed fell into the air again, and two huge pits of earth were smashed into the ground. In the midst of the horror, the two monks flew out upside down at the same time, as if they wanted to open up the distance between them and Xiangsi Feiyu, and such a rapid and short-distance attack was indeed impossible to parry.

Xiang Si Zhixin, who was still trembling, saw that the battle situation had changed greatly, and saw Xiang Si Feiyu so brave, the girl's competitiveness was stirred up, and she waved the 'fire sword' with a coquettish voice to slash at a monk in retreat, the princess's 'fire sword' is not ordinary, and the delicate face is not full of fists and legs, it is a superior 'fire sword', and the power of the magic weapon cannot be underestimated.

The monk hurriedly swung his staff again and fought back, under the young boys and girls taking turns and quickly attacking, the Wuliang Temple Scattered Cultivator was already in a hurry and had already messed up the rules, boom, and there was a huge roar, and the staff in the hand of the Loose Cultivator was actually cut off by the fire blade that came from it. A touch of fiery red flashed through Xiang Si Feiyu's eyes again, and the leader of the other monk's group in the howl was trapped in a flame that burned out of thin air again, and the flames that condensed the two-order spiritual power The blazing high temperature could melt the steel and iron bones.

Seeing that the general trend was gone, the scattered cultivator who had lost his magic weapon stumbled towards the dense forest and fled in embarrassment, Xiang Si Feiyu silently closed his fiery red eyes, and the burning flames disappeared, leaving only the bloody scattered cultivator screaming and rolling on the ground. He opened his eyes and slowly walked in front of that Sanxiu, still with that indifferent and arrogant gaze, stretched out his hand and pulled out the scroll and inserted it into his waist, strode forward and continued to walk, never looking back.

Xiang Si Zhixin hurriedly followed, Xiang Si Ce was dumbfounded, and then shouted, 'Wait for me', and ran over with his fat ass.

When Dole's head came out of the stream, it had swam out a mile or two away, and there was nothing but a murmuring stream flowing towards the foot of the mountain, and when he was planted in the stream, he did not go downstream but went upstream, fearing that the other party would chase him down the river, and it was not uncommon for pirates who dealt with the sea to dive for a mile or two.

Climbed onto the shore and sat on the grass and slapped his chest and sighed in his heart, 'It's really dangerous, I almost died', I sat for a while and felt very bored, and I didn't know what to do next, and suddenly remembered the horcrux elf, and my head turned around, so it was better to summon the bewitching cutie out to talk and relieve my boredom.

Untied the package tied to his shoulder, took out the black clay jar and placed it on the grass, and began to chant in his mouth again, 'Open the sesame seeds, open the sesame seeds', boom, a cloud of green gas floated out of the black can, floated and rotated a few times at the mouth of the can, and finally transformed into a bewitching green figure, the elf was still the lovely child with his hands supporting his chin, blinking with faint green eyes:

"Lang Jun, what's the matter with summoning slaves?"

"It's okay, I'm bored alone in this barren mountain and wilderness, so I'm calling you out to talk." Dole said with a big grin.

"Oh, what did Lang Jun want to say?" The elf stared at him.

"Well, ......"

Dole picked the back of his head for a long time, and he really didn't know what to say, he suddenly sneezed, and the cold wind in the middle of the night suddenly felt a chill, and he just swam vigorously in the water, and he felt a little hot when he climbed ashore, and now he calmed down, and it was naturally cold.

"I'll go find some branches to make a fire."

After saying that, he got up and ran into the dense forest, left the elf there, and after a while, he ran back with a large pile of dry branches, dropped it, turned around and ran back and forth into the dense forest two or three times, feeling that it was enough to bake for a night, and then stopped, and took off his soaked robe, leaving only a pair of shorts. He took out the black flint 'magic crystal' from the package, and gently rubbed it on a large boulder, and with a bang, a faint blue fire burst out, still like that.

The elf held his chin and blinked his green eyes to watch Dole busy with interest, when he saw Dole take out the small 'magic crystal', his forehead not only frowned and seemed to see something strange, when he saw the faint blue fire that rubbed out, the petite body trembled inexplicably, it seemed to be afraid and excited.

The demonic energy hidden in the 'magic crystal' may have felt some whiskers in this demon domain elf, Dole sat down after tossing and staggering, it was really comfortable to sit by the fire, Dole stretched lazily again.

"Lang Jun, what is the little stone you were holding in your hand just now?"

Watching Dole finish tossing, the elf asked faintly, the little face under the red light of the fire was even more charming, Dole couldn't help but be dementia for a while, and muttered in his heart, 'If this elf is a big living person, what a beautiful thing it should be', looking at Dole's dementia-like elf coquettishly smiled, and it was the voice that could break people's bones:

"Lang Jun, did you hear what the slave said?"

"Oh, oh, what did you say?" Dore asked blankly.

"Can I take a look at the little stone that Lang Jun just lit the fire!"

"Oh, well, it's a good flint and steel, so good that it just rubs it and it makes a big fire." Dole took the 'magic crystal' out of the package again and handed it to the elf.

A pair of baby-sized white little hands caught the 'magic crystal' handed over, held it in the palm of the hand and carefully took it to the eyes, carefully looking at it, as if looking at a rare treasure, looking at the elf's heart-like Dole is even more curious, isn't it just a broken stone! Without blinking his eyes, the elf looked up at him for a long time: (To be continued.) )