Zeng Xiaoren continued to go up the stairs of the Divine Fire Platform, the pressure was like a flash, and the gravity made his whole body feel as painful as if he had been hit by a boulder. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Zeng Xiaoren gritted his teeth and tried to persevere.

The process of ascending to the Divine Fire Platform is not only a test for bloodline cultivators, but also a good opportunity to hone their bodies. Zeng Xiaoren's weakness is his body, of course, he can't relax.

The process of climbing up was very difficult, not only because of the formation on the Divine Fire Platform that oppressed his physical body. At the same time, the temperature on the Divine Fire Platform was getting higher and higher, scorching the power of his bloodline and affecting his divine sense.

Zeng Xiaoren looked up, and there were many young boys and girls who had won the fire fighting meeting, they were as light as swallows, flying on the ladder.

"I won't be any worse than anyone!" Zeng Xiaoren's eyes were firm, and he went up step by step.

The greater the external training, the better the effect of the exercise on the body, and the stronger he can be. As an existence that aspires to become a dragon among men, how can he not even endure this pain?

Zeng Xiaoren also decided in his heart that he would have to experience more in this treacherous environment in the future, and only when bloodline cultivators were in a desperate situation could they stimulate their body's potential and grow faster and stronger!

Thinking of this, he sped up again, and the effects of pressure and temperature became more ferocious. If it was just a drizzle before, now it's like a downpour.

Zeng Xiaoren's whole body was bruised, and the speed of the power of the bloodline was almost the same as that of the combat skill. By this time, he had climbed three hundred feet high, and when he looked down, the crowd was only densely packed with small dots.

Four hundred feet! Zeng Xiaoren was already having trouble breathing. The pressure here is surprisingly high, and the worst thing is that the temperature on the Divine Fire Platform can almost ignite the clothes on the body. Zeng Xiaoren had to circulate the strange fire with the blood, and use the strange fire to protect his body from the high temperature.

"Whew!" At this moment, a long howl sounded from the top of the Divine Fire Stage. The whistle was full of breath, and it rang for three minutes.

And under the Divine Fire Table, as if commanded by the whistling sound, there were ancient prayers. The voices converged in a line that reached far into the sky. Zeng Xiaoren heard Mo Yuanlong's transmission to him, "The festival ceremony is about to start, hurry up and climb higher, as soon as the ceremony is over, they will attract the sun and fire essence!"

Zeng Xiaoren listened to his urging, and hurriedly mobilized the power of the blood, and rushed up vigorously. The people above also sped up.

When Zeng Xiaoren reached the high-end of 500 feet, he saw a fire under the Divine Fire Stage. Those sacrificers all sacrificed their own strange fires, spreading along the formation net of the Divine Fire Platform. Several fire dragons are formed, winding upwards.

"It's such a terrifying temperature, if I hit it, I'm afraid it will be burned to ashes immediately!" Zeng Xiaoren secretly stammered. It was the first time he had seen hundreds of different fires coalescing, powerful enough to destroy a small city!

Six hundred feet, Zeng Xiaoren's bloodline power is no longer sustainable. The fire dragon below roared upwards and flew past him. Protected by the formation, Zeng Xiaoren was not harmed.

However, the fire dragon indirectly raised the temperature of the Divine Fire Platform, making it even more difficult to step forward.

Hetu reminded: "Now that you practice the Suihuang Fire Technique, there will be unexpected benefits!" Zeng Xiaoren hurriedly visualized the Suihuang diagram, and the picture of the human emperor hooking the fire of heaven and earth appeared in his mind again.

Zeng Xiaoren has been busy practicing combat skills these days, and he is not very attentive to the cultivation of "Suihuang Fire Technique". As soon as he practiced this time, he found that he seemed to "see" more flame control techniques, perhaps because of the improvement of the realm.

Zeng Xiaoren realized something in his heart, only to see the heart-burning beast fire in his heart spreading out from his body. Emerging from each of his pores, his whole being turned into a fire man, and the strange fire seemed to be burning his body, but it was actually protecting his whole body.

The heavy pressure and terrifying temperature on the Divine Fire Platform were all isolated by the strange fire. Zeng Xiaoren's body suddenly relaxed, and he ran on the steps, walking like flying!

The eyes of the cultivators are far superior to ordinary people, and they still have divine consciousness to see outside. Many people on and off the stage noticed this scene, and some people were surprised: "Who is that, who has risen so much? Is he a genius of any force?"

"I've seen him in the Douhuo Club before, and I feel that my strength is barely strong, he must have hidden his strength just now!"

There are also powerful people, and they praised: "He really knows how to control the different fires, and with this method, it is estimated that he can reach the top and enjoy the purest sun fire essence!"

Zeng Xiaoren really lived up to expectations, and after there was no pressure, his position on the Divine Fire Platform was almost a second. A thousand feet away was only a moment for him.

When the two fire dragons under the stage flew to the top of the Divine Fire Platform, Zeng Xiaoren's also arrived. The top of the Divine Fire Platform is also a magic circle, mystical and wonderful, the flames are steaming, and in it, there are many stone seats, which are specially used for people to practice. Zeng Xiaoren followed the example of those who arrived early, and chose a stone seat to sit cross-legged and watch the ceremony of the sacrifice day.

Several old men of the witch clan and the demon clan have an imposing sea like a sea and unfathomable. They stood at the top of the sacred fire platform, dressed in the strange costumes of priests, and the sound of prayer resounded throughout the city.

From other parts of Guizang City, there were also people who sacrificed strange fires that were attracted by them and merged into the fire dragon. The fire dragon's body gradually expanded, and its momentum became stronger and stronger.

Zeng Xiaoren looked at it intently, he thought, if he could control such a fire dragon, it was estimated that even Zhan Zun would be able to deal with it!

Several fire dragons seemed to possess spirituality, chasing each other, linking each other and tailing, and finally merging into one. Then the fire of its body turned white, which was a terrifying manifestation of the extremely high temperature.

At this time, those old men also sacrificed their own different fires, and their different fires were all powerful different fires that had been sacrificed for a long time and were ranked highly. As soon as it merged into the body of the fire dragon, the fire dragon actually opened its mouth and made the appearance of a dragon groan.

"Fire Dragon Festival Day!" several old men shouted, and their voices almost shook Zeng Xiaoren's mental and physical stability. As they drank in this life, the fire dragon circled three times on the Divine Fire Platform, and then soared into the sky, flying out in the direction of the sun.

Zeng Xiaoren looked up and found that the big sun in the sky had not changed at this time, and the little sun seemed to have become more dazzling and the temperature was higher.

The fire dragon swayed upwards and quickly rushed into the void that was beyond the reach of the naked eye. Not only the fire dragon, but also the fire wind from various cities and from the entire mountain and sea world, the fire tiger, the fire wolf and other desolate beasts with condensed flames rushed into the sky.

Zeng Xiaoren saw that the little sun began to change, turning into a fire crow, and it opened its mouth to devour those flames one by one. Zeng Xiaoren just glanced at it, and he felt that his eyes were tingling, and his divine consciousness seemed to be steamed.

"That's the Golden Crow!" Zeng Xiaoren shouted in his heart.

Hetu sighed: "I can't imagine that after millions of years, the control of the demon clan has reached such a point. Use the Divine Fire Festival to let the entire mountain and sea world cultivate heirs for that old golden crow. I don't know what ghost tricks the Wu clan will have to enhance them. ”