The black flames were so hot that the temperature was so high that the yellow sand was about to melt.

Ou Yangming didn't know that the huge crisis was slowly approaching, stepping on the flames, he walked towards the depths of the barren desert, and the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat. This is what he did on purpose, in order to confuse others, and for the crazy idea in his heart, he had to try his best to tell a "story".

The resistance from the depths of the barren desert grew stronger and stronger, and under the heavy pressure, many high-level spirits were buried in the black flames.

Especially for high-level spirits who don't have a desolation order, the possibility of falling has increased exponentially.

And at this time, in this black flame, the person at the forefront is the Daozi of the Ji family, Ji Haoran. His steps are extremely steady, and every step he takes is as if he is exploring his own avenue.

Suddenly, he paused, and sat cross-legged in the flames, as if waiting for something.

The Burial Sword followed not far behind him, panting and sweating. Without the Desolation Order, even if he is a Daozi-level figure, the consumption is very large, and it is a little unbearable. With a flip of his wrist, he swallowed two pills one after another, and began to recover his spiritual power.

This is also a huge advantage for the spiritual powerhouses after entering the Great Ruins, and on their bodies, there are a large number of elixirs.

As time passed, Ou Yangming also caught up, and without saying a word, he walked to the side of the burial sword, sat cross-legged, and breathed. His face was slightly pale, which made people know at a glance that the consumption was not small, and in order to tell this "story" well, he deliberately consumed the aura in the dantian.

"One, two, three ......"

A dozen or so spirit masters slowly arrived, sat cross-legged, and discussed in a low voice.

"Twenty years ago, I heard that there was a spirit peak who got the spiritual fluid that was restored here. This time, I don't know if it will squirt out. A gray-haired peak spirit had a look of anticipation in his eyes, his aura was rotten, and almost half of his body had been buried in the loess, and only then did he enter the barren desert. He wants to give it a chance, if he can get a spiritual object that continues his vitality, he will still have the opportunity to ask for enlightenment, and even if he can't get it, he will have a clear conscience in this life.

"Alas, this spiritual spring can't spew out too good treasures. It's a pity that with my cultivation, I can only go here. If you go any further, you will have a high chance of falling, and you will not have a chance to walk in front of the next spiritual spring. Ahead, only the road can enter. The other Spirit Peak echoed softly.

Although He Jian's speed was slow, his steps were very steady, and each step was like a heavy cone smashing deep into the yellow sand.

He is steady, calm as a mountain, although not fast, but as if he can go to the end of the sky.

At this time, looking at Ou Yangming's back, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he said secretly, judging from the speed at which Brother Yu entered the black flame, he shouldn't consume so much aura here, what's going on?

He Jian didn't know that this was Ou Yangming telling a story, and the person who listened to the story was Ji Haoran. Everything that is being shown now is what he wants to see. The purpose is to minimize his defense, and take the opportunity to burst out with a shocking blow and kill him.

Jiang Yingrong also arrived, her face was covered with sweat stains, and she kept panting.

Slowly walked to He Jian's side, sat cross-legged, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and adjusted his qi.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere, and everywhere it passed, all the black flames swirled, fangs and claws, like a dragon circling upward, and swept the flames into the sky. The flames grew higher and higher, and countless flames rapidly collapsed and contracted towards the center, becoming larger and larger, turning into a majestic cyclone.

The yellow sand shook up and down rhythmically, like an invisible giant stick drawing circles on the sand.

In just an instant, two concentric circles of different radii appeared on the yellow sand, emitting a cloud of green qi.

"......Boom" There was an earth-shattering loud sound, and at the same time as the sound reverberated, countless treasures spread out, and all kinds of spiritual objects flew out of the yellow sand, including white orbs that exuded majestic fluctuations, sword pills with white skins, blood-stained corpses of strong people, and blood-red treasure mirrors, there were more than 20 kinds.

And there are only a dozen peak spirit people here, and each of them can grab at least one.

Ou Yangming's eyes opened, and with a sliding step, he grabbed the white orb that exuded majestic fluctuations.

Ji Haoran sneered, his spiritual power agitated, and the void condensation turned into five pitch-black fingers, holding the orb in the palm of his hand, and pinching it hard, directly causing the orb to collapse.

"You are looking for death!" Ou Yangming's face turned cold, and he forcibly changed his position in the air, punch by punch, kick by kick, and enveloped towards Ji Haoran. But at this time, the white armor condensed by spiritual power on Ou Yangming's body actually showed signs of collapse, he glared at Ji Haoran viciously, and hurriedly adjusted the qi, hugged Yuan Shouyi, mobilized the spiritual power in the dantian, and poured into the armor, which stopped the trend of the armor collapsing.

The price to pay to fight in the black flames is very high, because not only do you have to resist the pressure from the squeezing space, but you also have to prevent the armor from collapsing, so even a Daozi-level character will not easily do it in the flames.

Ji Haoran waved his hand noncommittally, his face calm, as if nothing had happened. He didn't know that he was slowly walking into the bureau designed by Ou Yangming. As long as he believed in his heart that Ou Yangming would not dare to make a move in this flame, then when Ou Yangming broke out with a desperate blow, the crisis he faced would be even stronger.

Ou Yangming has been waiting for an opportunity, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, very patient, in order to kill with one blow. He knew in his heart that at this time, the spiritual energy consumed in Ji Haoran's body was not enough, and at this time, there was no way to be foolproof, and in order not to arouse Ji Haoran's suspicion, he also deliberately consumed a lot of spiritual power, showing a very tired look.

Ou Yangming's face was as cold as frost, but his heart blossomed, and he said secretly, the time, the place, and the people, I have accounted for the third, this catastrophe, I see how you can dodge? But the aura on his body is violent and abnormal, and it seems that as long as he disagrees, he will make a desperate move.

He Jian was behind the two of them, taking this scene into his eyes, the doubt in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he murmured softly: "This ...... It doesn't make sense!" As soon as the voice came out, it melted into the wind, like crying.

Jiang Yingrong grabbed a silver comb made of spirit wood, full of brilliance, and his body was exquisite, and he stepped out in one step, and fell from the air to He Jian's side.

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards slightly, and he secretly said, "Senior He, what's unreasonable?"

He Jian's eyes were pensive, he shook his head slightly, and deliberately looked away.

After ten breaths, the heavens and the earth returned to calm, and these treasures that spewed out of the yellow sand all had their owners, and the cultivators who had obtained the spiritual objects had joy on their faces, obviously quite satisfied with the harvest of this trip.

Of course, some people are satisfied, and some people are not, and the burial sword is one of them.

The purpose of his trip was to find an elixir to continue the vitality of the peak master of the Absolute Sword Peak, but he had been in the ruins for several months, but he had not even obtained a single hair, which made him a little discouraged and even more bitter and unwilling.

opened his mouth and sucked two large mouthfuls of turbid air hard, which calmed down Xinhu.

Looking into the depths of the barren desert, his fists clenched, clenched together, his eyes were firm, and his steps moved, going deeper.

Ou Yangming and Ji Haoran moved at the same time, which was a bit of a confrontation.

He Jian's shoes fell into the yellow sand, one foot high, the other low, and he also stepped in.

Jiang Yingrong looked at the backs of the four of them, teased the green silk in her ears, and suddenly, her heart jumped, and a feeling of uneasiness appeared in her heart, as if a big crisis was coming. It's a subtle feeling that is hard to put into words. She frowned, and said secretly in her heart, what is going on? Is something going to happen?

As the four of them walked farther and farther, the space squeezed in from all directions, and the pressure on their shoulders became more and more intense, and even the yellow sand on the ground disappeared, leaving only black flames.

Ji Haoran spit out a mouthful of white mist from his mouth, and his shoulders were like a mountain peak.

The aura within a kilometer of the body was crushed by the squeezed air, turning into countless small bubbles. His eyes showed persistence and fiery, he did not stop, he stepped out quickly, squeezed his potential, and the blood in his body surged. Now there is only one thought in his mind, the farther I will go...... I'm going to see what's hidden in the deepest part.

This journey is regarded by him as a cultivation of the heart.

Ou Yangming followed not far behind him, washing himself with spiritual power, forcibly forcing the blood out of the pores, dyeing the white clothes red, looking shocking and very miserable, just to confuse Ji Haoran and create a perfect time to strike.

Yes, it is to create, and since such opportunities do not exist, then create them yourself.

Ou Yangming had a faint expectation in his heart, if he let Ji Haoran know that he had been calculated by himself from the beginning, what kind of expression would he show, he didn't know, but he was sure that it would be very exciting.

The distance between the Burial Sword and the two of them has been narrowed a little, although he is a Daozi, he does not have a barren order, which is really a loss.

As for He Jian, he is still not in a hurry, so that people can't see the depth, after completing the foundation, his strength is even better than that of Daozi, after all, no Daozi can block the Venerable's three moves with his own strength.

Even Ou Yangming couldn't, after all, his current cultivation was too far from Venerable's.

Using the avalanche to urge morality can block one move with one shot, and the voice of gods and demons that urges Dacheng can block half a move.

At that moment, a roar came from the depths of the barren desert, and it was impossible to tell what it was, and every cell in the person who listened to it screamed, and the pressure in the flames increased at an incredible speed, and an invisible storm swept away, distorting all the void around it.

Ji Haoran's face turned pale, his whole body was shocked, and there was a burst of sweetness in his throat.

In this roar, there was a monstrous domineering aura, like the master of this heaven and earth, and it was pressed with a bang, so that everyone who heard it had to submit.

At this time, Ji Hao Ran Daozi's strength was undoubtedly revealed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, a rune lit up on his body, and the powerful power of his body exploded, taking another step and directly blasting the voice away.