Because it was pitch black all around him, and he couldn't see his five fingers, Ling Zheng didn't have Lang's spiritual power to cast the spiritual eye technique, but slowly and cautiously went deeper and deeper.

Psion is a low-level and ordinary magic spell that, when cast, can give people the ability to have night vision. On top of the Spirit Eye Technique, there are also spells such as Heavenly Eye Pass and Clairvoyance, of course, these are not something that Ling Zheng, who has cultivated in the first order of the Spirit Realm, can touch.

Because he often went to the incinerating crypt to cultivate, Ling Zheng was also somewhat familiar with the environment here, but there was no embarrassing situation when he first came here because he stepped on the air and rolled down the stone steps.

Ling Zheng walked down the stone steps of different heights for about two hundred steps, and his vision gradually brightened. After walking less than fifty steps, I came into contact with the flat ground, and my vision was completely restored.

The flame space on the first floor of the incineration crypt has a radius of nearly 100 zhang, which is quite spacious. The walls are extravagantly inlaid with pieces of fire-attribute spirit jade for lighting.

Lingyu, that is, jade that contains pure spiritual power. Because of the difference in the amount of spiritual power contained inside, the quality of spiritual jade is also high and low, and like the elixir, it is divided into one grade to ten grades in order from low to high. And the fire attribute spirit jade inlaid on the stone wall of the first layer of the space of this incineration crypt basically has a third-grade grade.

Ling Zheng looked at those spirit jades and was greedy for a moment without exception. If it weren't for the spells cast on these spirit jades, which couldn't be moved and used to absorb spiritual power, Ling Zheng would have dug them down and exchanged them for pills.

But even if he doesn't worry about the pill now, he is still greedy.

Clusters of yellow flames erupted from the ground from time to time, each time in a different direction. The temperature of this yellow flame is the same as that of a flame produced when firewood is burned. Even if you are unlucky enough to be burned, it doesn't matter.

The aura of this first-layer flame space contained about twice as much attributed spiritual power as the outside world. But this was obviously not Ling Zheng's goal, he looked around for a while, and walked directly through this layer of space, along the stone steps leading to the second layer of space, step by step.

The flame space on the second layer is the same as the environment on the first layer, except that the color of the flame has changed to light red, and the temperature is getting hotter and hotter, but the non-attribute spiritual power contained in the aura is already four times that of the outside world.

In this second layer of flame space, there were several deacons with fire attribute spirit veins, as well as disciples with higher cultivation who were cultivating cross-legged, and they didn't seem too surprised to see Ling Zheng coming. There was a flash of disdain in their reddened eyes.

Cultivating in the flame space of the Incineration Crypt, after a long time, there will be fire poison accumulation in the body, and the red eyes are the best proof of this.

Ling Zheng saw that the red in their eyes was very strong, so he just smiled and quietly passed through the second and third layers, and went deeper into the third layer.

The flames in the third layer of flame space were dark red, and the content of non-attribute spiritual power in the aura was eight times that of the outside world. Because the temperature is too high, only the elders and Dharma protectors who have reached the foundation building stage in the door are generally able to set foot here.

But Ling Zheng is an exception. Although the attributeless spirit veins in his body hindered his cultivation, they gave him a physical strength far beyond ordinary people, and his ability to resist beatings and burns was far beyond that of others.

In order to avoid being burned by the crimson flames that came out of the ground from time to time, Ling Zheng found a corner with the lowest chance of flames coming out of the ground and sat down based on experience.

However, not long after Ling Zheng sat down, a roar that was extremely harsh, but it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a human or a beast, suddenly sounded in the dark passage of the fourth layer of flame space not far away.

"Roar!"

This huge roar shook the entire flame space. Ling Zheng's face instantly became a little ugly, and when he turned his head to look, he found that a pair of fiery and fierce red eyes lit up in the passage leading to the fifth layer of flame space at this moment.

"What the hell are you afraid of?!"

Ling Zheng, who has always been indifferent and indifferent, looked at those red eyes with anger and resentment on his face at this moment, and scolded uncharacteristically:

"Grass! Your grandma's big-headed ghost! It's endless, isn't it? It's okay to come out and find Lao Tzu's bad luck, isn't it interesting?!"

"Roar!"

There was another roar, and the lilac flames in the third layer of flame space seemed to be controlled by some kind of force, and in a tremble, they condensed into a huge flame arm, and grabbed towards Ling Zheng fiercely.

Ling Zheng no longer cared about dodging the lilac flames that came out of the ground from time to time, and ran towards the exit like a child.

But just when Ling Zheng was only one step away from the exit, he was grabbed by the flame arm and dragged into the passage to the fourth layer of flame space.

After that, there was a dense fist collision in the passage, as well as Ling Zheng's scolding and roaring in pain.

"Bang!"

"I cǎo......"

"Boom!"

"Your mother's uncle......"

"Boom!"

"Don't slap your face...... I'm cǎo!"

......

But because the sound insulation between the flame spaces is so good, even if thousands of people roar in the third layer of the flame space, the second layer can't hear any sound at all.

After about a cup of tea, Ling Zheng slowly climbed out of the passage of the fourth layer of flame space, his originally handsome face was unrecognizable at the moment, swollen and bruised, and blood was still overflowing from his mouth and nose.

Ling Zheng only felt as if he had been run over, and the pain was incomparable. He barely turned his head and spat viciously at the empty passage behind him, and it took a long time before he slowly got up.

This has happened I don't know how many times. Every time Ling Zheng cultivated alone in the flame space, no matter what layer he was on, the guy who didn't know what it was would grab him from the passage and beat him severely.

Since the day the fire gate was erected, nothing like this has happened. In addition to Ling Zheng, in the nearly 1,000-year history of the Burning Gate, there is absolutely no second one.

Ling Zheng didn't know why he was being beaten, he once shouted and asked when he was beaten, but in exchange for a more ruthless fist.

Once or twice is fine, but if there are too many times, even if Ling Zheng's endurance and perseverance are far more than comparable, it is just as unbearable. Yes, in recent years, every time Ling Zheng encountered this situation, he knew that he couldn't run away and get beaten, but he couldn't beat the other party, so he could only scold.

"Phew!" Ling Zheng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, but he felt that the meridians in his body were hot for a while, and his body was warm and comfortable.

That's also the only benefit of being beaten.

"Well, after the beating, that guy won't come out. Ling Zheng said, took out the Silver Star Pill from his clothes, and said:

"It's time to hit the third order of the Spirit Condensation Realm!"