In the sea of flames, thousands of warships shuttled through the sky.

The wind was raging, and black smoke was billowing out.

The sky and the earth are connected by fire, and the field of vision is a mold lake.

Here, it is the entrance to the Demon Realm of Suzaku Tianjinglou!

When Hong Yuan stepped into the inner part of the demon realm, he saw many roaring fires and a number of brave birds.

Hong Yuan ignored them.

The next moment, a white light that reached the sky led him.

In the midst of many envious eyes, Hong Yuan's figure slowly disappeared and came to the Vermilion Bird Sacred Palace.

Unlike the Blue Dragon Sacred Palace, which is a tower, and the White Tiger Sacred Palace, which is a huge palace complex.

The appearance of the Suzaku Sacred Palace is like a golden plane tree, a leaf has a heavy inheritance, and a branch gathers a big stage.

And Hong Yuan, who has the identity of the Vermilion Bird Overlord, was directly sent to the core area of the Vermilion Bird Sacred Palace-the Phoenix Bird Nest!

"What a rich fire path mark."

Hong Yuan held the Vermilion Bird Order in his hand, and when he looked at this place, his eyes flashed.

In the phoenix's nest, all kinds of mysterious and powerful alien fires seem to have spiritual intelligence, beating one after another.

And at the top, the golden bird's egg, which was burned by many strange fires, seemed to fall into a dead silence, as if... Falling into nirvana?

It's just that Hong Yuan can perceive it through the magic power of the Ten Thousand Silence Realm, and the abnormal situation of the Vermilion Bird Sacred Palace is made by this golden bird's egg.

"This mysterious bird's egg with the same level of qi as Tianli and other Alicorn ants... Is it a phoenix? Or Suzaku? ”

Hong Yuan was puzzled.

Although he could see the true form of the golden bird's egg from afar, he knew that if he dared to come closer, these terrifying alien fires would consume his demon body mercilessly.

The demon race, being able to compete with the human race for so long, I'm afraid it's not as simple as he imagined!

After observing for a while, Hong Yuan didn't pay much attention to it.

By the time this golden bird egg is born, his demon body will either survive this Terran killing and be in charge. Or turn to ashes and disperse.

It's useless to think too much!

"Buzz—"

Hong Yuan crushed the Vermilion Bird Order and closed the red boy.

Subsequently, a layer of hidden white light spread from the blue immortal cave vision, spreading towards the Vermilion Bird Tianjinglou Demon Realm.

At the same time, the mutilated True Dragon of Qi Luck above his head was also groaning.

Hong Yuan is repeating his deeds in the Demon Realm of the White Tiger Tianjinglou.

"Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Soul Burning Grass, Bone Cold Fire ......"

All kinds of rare heavenly materials and earth treasures of the Vermilion Bird Tianjinglou Demon Realm arrived in front of Hong Yuan, piled up like a mountain.

Not only that, but a bright golden phoenix crown appeared in front of him.

The golden phoenix crown has a delicate and generous shape, a comfortable texture, and is extremely smooth when pinched, like pinching a jelly.

Hong Yuan didn't put it on, because it was obviously a holy weapon used by a female sage.

However, he could see that this was a holy weapon used to comprehend the Dao Dharma. Even if it is good to attack, it is best to use it for cultivation.

"Refine first, and use the master-level attainments of refining to crack the secret method of refining the golden phoenix crown."

"And then turn it into food for esophageal marks."

With Hong Yuan's thoughts, black Dao refining traces flowed out.

Looking at the golden phoenix crown that rose and fell in the void, sometimes bursting out of various different colors, Hong Yuan's eyes showed a look of remembrance.

Many years ago, he had a "dream of being a painter".

Until now, this "painter's dream" still remains in the deepest part of his heart.

At the beginning, Hong Yuan only thought about getting the color-changing ink and other things, and created the silver banknotes of the Great Xuan Dynasty that belonged to the Fengxi Sect themselves.

As a result, the warrior's exchange currency was the Yuanshi, which contains vitality, and his first plan went bankrupt.

And when he finally brushed up the level of the foundry, he was ready to show his strength and benefit the public, so that every warrior could afford to use the cost-effective elemental weapon...

As a result, his kendo incarnation ascended to immortality, and Yuan Shi was of little use to him, and his second plan failed.

And now, feeling that his own refining attainments have reached the master level, and he also controls the refining secret methods of multiple holy weapons, Hong Yuan's long-sealed thoughts have begun to revive again.

It's just that......

Hong Yuan glanced at the level of his painting skills, and had to suppress this crazy thought.

"Casting can be close to the Tao and sublimated into refining the Dao."

In the same way, painting should also be able to be close to the Tao and sublimated into ...... Draw the road? ”

"When I get through this Terran killing situation, I want the entire Sage of Baohuang Heaven to go crazy for me, and let everyone use the Holy Weapon!"

The corners of Hong Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Refiner, it's reasonable to have a backhand for the holy weapon you have refined, right?

And the semi-finished product, obviously not yet reached the holy weapon level, but has a certain amount of holy power The yuan weapon is called a secondary holy weapon, right?

Then these so-called sub-holy artifacts are easy to scrap at every turn due to the new appearance, right?

At this moment, Hong Yuan recalled the mobile phone manufacturers in the past, and hummed a few words with satisfaction.

Sure enough, people will eventually become what they hate.

……

……

East Wilderness Divine Continent, East Wilderness School Palace.

It's night.

The clouds are thick and the stars are hidden.

Kong Yande, who was the sacrificial wine of the Eastern Wilderness School Palace, slowly walked out of his bamboo hut and came to a waterfall under the water.

He rolled up his trousers and stepped into the river, walking step by step towards the jasper slab that was constantly pounded by the flowing water of the waterfall.

On the jasper slab, there is a pitch-black feather fan, lying here quietly, as if it has not been waved for a long time.

And the huge impact of the waterfall not only failed to break it down, but it was more like washing it warmer.

"The demon star starts, then the purple microstar of my human race should also be born."

"I don't know which of our five old men will be the destined protector of this era..."

"The Great Dream Emperor, the strongest emperor throughout the ages, proficient in all genres."

"Big dreams, big dreams, dreams ......"

Kong Yande picked up the pitch-black feather fan, his eyes were resolute, and he looked at the starry sky from afar.

The human race is powerful, and the demon race is humble.

Therefore, the destiny of the demon race is often born first, and then the human race determines the destiny of heaven.

And those who are qualified to teach the Terran Destiny and can solve problems for the Terran Destiny are called protectors.

Apologists, traditionally, are determined by the contemporary sacrificial wine of the Five Great Palaces.

It has a great responsibility, and it is responsible for suppressing the rapid growth of the Demon Clan's Mandate of Heaven.

And the process of the battle between the Demon Destiny and the Human Destiny is like adding two extremely effective catalysts to the heavens and the earth, which can make the heavens and the earth quickly revolutionize themselves, continuously promote the prosperity and development of the major schools, and promote the transformation of the heavens and the earth in a more perfect direction.

After all, a time of war is often the period when new things appear the fastest.

This kind of mystery is already the tacit consensus of the old immortals of the human race and demon race.

It's just a pity that the truth of "if you are not of my race, your heart will be punished" can be shared even in this world.

The human race will not believe in the demon race, and they will not dare to let the demon race grow.

The demon clan will not forget the years of oppression, and they dare not pin the inheritance of the clan on the good thoughts of the human race.

In the battle of thousands of years, it doesn't matter who is who.

Without the presence of the other party, that's what really matters!