I don't know how long it took, but the fire in the sky gradually dimmed. Yang Zhen stood up from the ground, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, covering his injured chest, his eyes were full of tears, looking at the drifting smoke and dust, and muttered: "Senior brother, it was because my brother was careless, I didn't think of the enemy's method of scattering skills, and I hurt you!"

When the smoke cleared, the water inside the cave slowly receded. The wet ground was a mess, covered with stones that had broken into countless tiny pieces, which glowed slightly yellow, and in the dim holes looked like fireflies lying on the ground. It was the corpses of the three Holy Flame Sect masters and apprentices, shattered fire studz. In the fine gravel nitrate, there are also some fine crumbs of green grass, dipped in dark green water stains, everywhere.

Yang Zhen carefully picked up the green grass crumbs from the ground, not letting go of every corner, and soon had a pile of fine grass in his arms. Those were the fines of broken seaweed, and Fang Jiqing's body after his death was originally a seaweed, but unfortunately it had been blown to pieces. Yang Zhen just held the fine seaweed in his arms and floated out of the hole.

Inside the Holy Fire Gate, the funeral affairs of the patriarch, the head of the sect, and the deceased elders of the various halls have been arranged. Liu Huan, the true monarch of the fire, finally glanced around at this hall that had lived for nearly a thousand years, and from then on, those who had studied hard and laughed with the heads of the disciples and brothers of the sect had completely become a thing of the past. This home-like place is finally about to disperse, and the scattering is so sudden. A few days ago, I was still dreaming of the prosperity of my family, but everything was empty in the blink of an eye.

The remaining four disciples of this sect, Yao Jinxiu, Sun Yanhong, Gongsun Duo, and Hong Zheyan, each had a solemn face.

Liu Huan personally carried the "True Fire Secret Scroll" of the main door, Yao Jinxiu carried some necessary daily utensils and clothes, and Bai Zheyan carried water and food with him. Sun Yanhong supported his senior brother Gongsun Duo, who was seriously injured and had not yet recovered. They extinguished all the lights in the hall and courtyard, and only Liu Huan held a thousand-mile fire in his hand, emitting a faint light. The five of them gathered together, discussed in a whisper, and then opened the back door and headed up the cliff to the east.

It was quiet everywhere, and the sound of birds and insects could not be heard, except for the bright moon in the sky that shed yellow moonlight, shining on the steep mountain road.

This cliff in the east is called Wanghai Cliff, which is the highest place in the Longtou Ridge of the entire Qiu Ming Mountain. Standing here, you can clearly see some of the scenes of the sea in the distance. Under the cover of night, the clouds and mist also appear faint, which is completely different from the scene of thick clouds and vast sea of clouds during the day.

Suddenly, Hong Zheyan said a surprised "huh" in his mouth. Everyone followed his gaze to the north and looked into the distance, only to see that in the middle of the sea, there was smoke, and there seemed to be several thick black smoke rising from the center of the sea of clouds, and the black smoke seemed to be a black pillar of optimism, which stayed on the sea level for a long time.

"This is the wolf smoke billowing curse of this gate! Zhenjun, the king of the Yanyin Palace, must have encountered a strong enemy!" Liu Huan's eyebrows tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that the enemy is ambushing everywhere, even if we break through on all sides, it will be more than lucky! Everyone is following, we will go down the cliff now!"

Yao Jinxiu removed a long rope from the package and lowered it from the top of the cliff.

Gongsun Duo next to him said: "Uncle Liu, the disciple has not recovered from his serious injuries and is unable to move, and the senior brother has just entered the sect and has not yet learned the cloud longitudinal technique of this sect, so the two of us can take care of each other all the way and climb the rope down." Uncle Shi, you and Senior Brother Yao and Senior Sister Sun should go down first!"

Sun Yanhong said: "Senior Brother Gongsun, I can collect a few more fire clouds and take care of you and Senior Brother Zhenyan to go together!"

Unexpectedly, Hong Zheyan waved his hand and said to Yao Jinxiu: "Senior Brother Yao, you put away the rope, we don't need it." He glanced back at Gongsun Duo and said, "Senior Brother Gongsun, I'll take you down." Everyone needs to show their strongest skills and escape from this place as soon as possible!"

While speaking, I saw Hong Zheyan take out a roll of brocade silk from his arms and slowly spread it out, but it was a small yellow flag, there was no flagpole, just a square flag in his hand, and then spread the yellow flag on the ground under his feet, spreading it very smoothly.

Everyone looked at him curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.

Hong Zheyan stood on top of the yellow flag, his face was solemn, and he said to Liu Huan: "Until now, I don't need to hide it. Before joining this sect, the disciple had followed Lishan Laojun to learn the Five Elements of the Flag Gate, whether it was the inner flag door technique or the outer flag door technique, they all had certain attainments, and they were just used today!" beckoned to Gongsun Duo and said, "Senior Brother Gongsun, you also come to stand on this yellow flag and fly down the mountain with me!"

In the empty front yard of the Holy Fire Gate, a vermilion lacquer pavilion stood quietly in the mist of smoke.

In that faint smoke, the first thing that catches your eye is a lamp inserted on the pavilion pillar, a lamp with a water-red glass cover, through the crystal clear glass lampshade, the light is so red that the people in the pavilion look covered with a layer of red.

A young girl between the ages of eighteen and nineteen, sitting sideways in the corner of the stone, the long lake-colored dress gently dragged down by the delicate upper body, like flowing water as light as falling to the ground, showing a graceful curve, lined with flowers and moon, at first glance, it is suspected that it is the fairy of Yaotai, Chang'e in the moon, under the backdrop of the red light, there is a more mysterious, hazy beauty of the mood.

A light smoke curled out from a thin-necked jade bottle on the stone table like a veil of mist, and as soon as it appeared, it spread out like a light cloud towards the mist. The humid air is accompanied by an osmanthus-like aroma, which fills the courtyard with fragrance and refreshes people's hearts.

In addition to the young girl, there was another person in the pavilion. That is also a tall and beautiful woman, dressed in red, standing sideways in front of the girl, at first glance, this woman should also be very beautiful, but under a closer look, you can find that the wrinkles on her forehead are extremely inconsistent with her age, as if a dead branch and leaf are born in the flowers, and the scenery is ruined.

They are none other than the three princesses of Guanghan Palace, Ah Xi, and the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, Honggu. They didn't know when they had entered the Holy Fire Gate, so silently, unaware.

Honggu's eyes were shining, and she looked at everything in the courtyard. Everything around it seems familiar, but it feels like a world away.

"I'm finally back!" Honggu couldn't help but sigh.

Ah Xi smiled lightly and said, "Honggu, you have been here for 1,300 years, right? In such a long time, the Holy Fire Gate Hall of Fire Dragon Island has been repaired and developed several times, and it should be much more brilliant than it was back then, right?"