On this day, the world shook.

The Guangming Academy issued an edict that from now on, all gates will be set up in the forty-nine cities under heaven, and those who have reached the age of 10 and have not awakened the fire can enter the palace to practice, and within three years of awakening the fire, they can enter the Guangming Palace to continue their practice.

As soon as this order came out, all parties were shaken.

Everyone knows the meaning behind this edict.

The Guangming Academy Palace is no longer high, he opened the door of convenience, and opened the hope of fire cultivation to everyone.

Ten years, twenty years later...... The number of people who awaken the fire will skyrocket, and even the world's strongest people can appear who affect the overall situation of the world.

On that day, there was a vision in the Red Dragon City, the earth cracked, the city was destroyed, and almost half of the city was razed to the ground.

Later, someone claimed that it was Luo Sheng's sword that rescued the two disciples from death row.

The wasteland, rivers and mountains, endless.

On the bank of the water, Ming Haoran and Ye Mo sat quietly and breathed.

After the first king sacrifice, many disciples survived, and the others were okay, because the two of them were too close to Wang Qiong and were put on death row.

For this reason, Luo Qingyuan used the means of a ground master to shake the magic circle of Red Dragon City, and invited Luo Sheng to kill the sword to rescue the two of them.

After a while, Ming Haoran and Ye Mo finally recovered.

"Thank you...... Thank you!" Ye Mo looked at Luo Qingyuan and whispered.

His expression was gloomy, since Wang Qiong's disappearance, he had completely fallen into a low ebb, and he could not extricate himself.

"Idol he ......" Ming Haoran wanted to speak and stopped, but finally couldn't help but not say it.

"Don't worry, he's still alive...... Must be alive......"

Luo Qingyuan's small hands were clenched, his eyes were extremely firm, and he didn't know whether he was comforting everyone or telling himself.

"Yes, how can a character like an idol die? Who in the world can kill him?" Ming Haoran stirred up the hope in his chest, clasped his hands, and said with great firmness.

When Ye Mo heard this, his eyes lit up a little.

He stood up, looked at the rolling river, and suddenly said, "I want to be stronger!"

At this time, Ye Mo's heart has never been so eager to be strong as it is now, if his strength can be strong enough to shock the world and make the Quartet frightened, how could Wang Qiong give up his life and flee.

From this moment on, Ye Mo's heart was unprecedentedly firm, and he told himself that one day, he would be so strong that the world would tremble, and he would not dare to move the king's dome in the slightest.

"Do you want to get stronger?

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Everyone was shocked, and even Luo Sheng's killing sword eyes that were sitting in the distance were colored.

Above the rolling river, a green shirt came on the waves, with a white mask, like a bright and mighty one, immeasurable.

"Is that you?" Luo Sheng Killing Sword was shocked, as if he recognized this person.

"What person?" Ming Haoran couldn't help but ask.

The man in the white mask looked at Ye Mo, as if he was the only one in his eyes.

"If you want to get stronger, come with me!"

As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and the river rolled into a grinding disc that flowed sideways in front of Ye Mo.

The crowd was shocked.

Luo Qingyuan cast an inquiring glance at Luo Sheng's Killing Sword, who groaned slightly and nodded.

"The opportunity is in front of you, to go or not to go, it's up to you. The green shirt fluttered away.

Ye Mo clasped his hands, jumped on the grinding plate, followed, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared at the end of the river.

"This is a rare opportunity!" Luo Sheng said suddenly.

Ming Haoran looked at Ye Mo's disappearing back in a daze, his expression gloomy.

"What are you going to do?" Luo Qingyuan stepped forward and asked.

"I'm going to the Northern Snow Desert!" Ming Haoran slowly raised his head, his gaze became extremely firm: "Just like Xiao Yezi said, we are too weak, before the idol comes back, I will definitely make myself stronger." ”

The northern desert is the most bitter place in the world, but it is mysterious and contains many ancient civilizations and relics.

When Emperor Qin had not ascended the throne, he had been sent there for many years.

Ming Haoran's choice of the northern snow desert shows his determination and will.

On this day, Ming Haoran left, and this former gentleman, alone, went to the northern snow desert.

"He's got a good group of people around him. Luo Sheng said in a deep voice.

"Maybe one day, they can really become a force that the world cannot ignore. Luo Qingyuan's voice became cold: "But now...... This account can't just be settled!"

Luo Sheng Killing Sword raised his eyes and looked at it, but didn't say anything.

That kind of look, he is too familiar, there is no way to kill, no one would think of the little princess of Luo Wangcheng, who hides such a sharp edge and unscrupulous in her bones.

"Live!"

Luo Sheng got up and said the last sentence, turning into sword light and rising into the sky, disappearing into the vast sky.

"I'll wait for you to come back......" Luo Qingyuan whispered.

Soon, her voice was swallowed up by the whimpering river.

......

Thundered......

The thunder surged out, flickering like a dragon in the clouds in the sky, turning into dazzling traces.

It was as if the sky was about to connect with the earth, pressing it to the extreme.

On the endless desert, the heat wave is steaming, and the yellow sand that has been roasted to the ground seems to be about to usher in a new life, dancing wildly in the wind.

Suddenly, a small sand dune moved, and a large hand reached out from it.

"I chopped his ancestors, and finally survived. ”

Wang Qiong emerged from the sand dunes, his body shaking, shaking all the grit from his hair and clothes.

"Lao Wang...... Pull me!" the fat man's voice came from under Wang Qiong's feet.

Wang Qiong looked down and saw that a chubby hand was swaying and calling for help.

"Haha, we can be regarded as a big vote this time, and we will be reborn after the catastrophe. Wang Qiong pulled the fat man out and couldn't help laughing.

He had barely laughed twice before he coughed dryly.

In the battle of Tianwang Mountain, his consumption was too great.

"You can be regarded as showing your old face, killing two Spirit Furnace Realm powerhouses, it is simply the only thing that has created the predecessors, and the ancestral tomb is going to smoke. The fat man's injuries had not healed, but his eyebrows fluttered when he spoke.

"In the history of the Bright School Palace, you are immortal. The fat man smiled heartily, in addition to the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe, but also the gratitude to Wang Qiong.

If it weren't for Wang Qiong, maybe he would really be captured back to the Temple of Light and be studied like a monster again.

"Don't be beautiful!" At this moment, the voice of the donkey master came.

The donkey master stood on the top of the sand dunes, raising his eyes to look out, his slender ears swaying with the wind, and he felt quite heroic.

Wang Qiong and the fat man helped each other and walked over.

The sight of his eyes stunned him.

A huge skull slumped across the endless wasteland, and a huge shadow covered a hundred miles in all directions.

Wang Qiong's eyes widened suddenly, he couldn't believe it, whether it was in reality or in ancient books, he had never seen such a huge demon beast, just the skull, like a small mountain, brought him great shock and oppression.

"What kind of place is this?" Wang Qiong asked subconsciously

"It's fun......" Donkey Ye looked frightened and spit out two words.

"Wasteland!"