Although the stele looks ordinary, it seems to be a demarcation mark, after passing the stele, somehow, although the path still stretches forward in the same zigzag, the trees and flowers on both sides of the road are obviously scarce, and at the same time, the land where Long Xuan walked all the way began to crack, that is, the remaining few trees, the branches of the trees have also become a withered yellow, but it seems that there is an extreme shortage of water in this vicinity, and the land is scorched.

What's even more strange is that the Xuanhuo Altar, which is supposed to be the important place of the Incense Valley, has not even seen a single guard disciple. Long Xuan turned his mind in his heart, followed the path, turned the last corner, suddenly stunned, and gasped - a large open space appeared in front of him, and a wave of heat blowing from nowhere came to his face.

In the center of the clearing was a huge circular altar, the bottom of which was suspended in the air, and thirteen huge stone pillars made of white jade were three zhang high to support the entire altar. Among them, there are twelve white jade pillars on the edge of the altar, each of which is as thick as two people hugging, and the thickest white jade pillar in the middle of the altar looks like at least five or six people can hug it together.

Above the altar, all the buildings were made of a strange crimson stone, steps, railings, and so on. From a distance, this altar was simply a huge burning red flame that pierced the sky. Long Xuan stood under this altar, almost like an ant, extremely small.

Unexpectedly, in the Incense Valley, there is such a magnificent and ghostly building, one of the three major factions of the world's righteous path, and it really deserves its name. Long Xuan froze his mind, his body unfolded, and he floated over silently, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the bottom of the Xuanhuo Altar.

As soon as he arrived here, the heat wave in the air seemed to have risen several times in an instant, and there was no dazzling brilliance, but the air flow in the Xuanhuo Altar had brought an inexplicable blackness, and it was with Long Xuan's Dao, it also produced an irresistible feeling!

Subconsciously, a dark cyan light rose around his body, turning into half-virtual and half-real Taiji diagrams in the void, only to block the irresistible high temperature.

Ahri scratched his face and screamed softly, and a burst of yin qi surged and attached to its body, as if it had put on a pitch-black armor. "Ahri, can you withstand the temperature here?" Long Xuan pointed to the Xuanhuo Altar in front of him, patted Ahri's head, and asked softly. Ahri nodded spiritually, then lay on Long Xuan's shoulder again, and continued to sleep.

The Netherworld Totoro, a desolate species, has not appeared for a long time, and it is the sect of Long Xuan's previous life, the Shushan Sword Sect, which is powerful and powerful in the world, and it has not included a lot of information about the Netherworld Totoro. But no matter what, in this situation, it is naturally much better for Ahri not to be afraid of heat than to be afraid of heat, and Long Xuan has no heart to care about so much for the time being.

As I walked up the stone steps of the altar, the heat around me seemed to rise a lot, as if what was under my feet was not the crimson stone, but the actual flames burning. Even the night breeze was extremely hot, and Ahri opened a cat's eye, his eyes dripping and rolling, and he looked around curiously.

After walking the three layers of one hundred and eight steps, Long Xuan stood in front of the stone gate of the magnificent hall, looking at the spire of the tower that pierced the sky like a sharp sword, his brows furrowed slightly, although the stone hall in front of him was closed, but for some reason there was a monstrous evil aura, and even the sky on the top of the hall was rendered bloody.

He almost had the illusion that in front of him was not a temple at all, but a huge flame that was blazing. Majestic and solemn, condescending, a mountain of coercion seems to act directly on people's hearts!

Long Xuan took a deep breath, calmed down, suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and the next moment, he pushed the door open.

As I guessed when I saw this altar outside, it was really a huge hall, up to five zhang of space, the whole hall was circular, and the walls were the same as those seen outside, all of them were made of red rock, without any carving and decoration, unpretentious, but in the background of this huge space, there was an indescribable magnificent majesty, and in the center of the main hall, there was a raging flame, suspended in the air! It was surrounded by eight statues of fierce gods of different shapes, and red rays flashed slightly on their bodies like blood.

Under the flames, there is a huge totem, the painter walks the dragon and snake, the pen is three points into the wood, crazy and beautiful! The ground is covered with finger-thick notches, extending to both sides, and traces of time can be seen everywhere in the corners, showing the long years of existence of these patterns, revealing a hint of eternal desolation!

- It was a god with four arms who screamed to the sky! There was no hair on the top of his head, but there were slightly curved horns like sheep's horns, and his face and eyebrows were similar to those of a human, except that under those grim and hollow eyes, sharp fangs were clearly in the mouth. The red light shone brightly, and there seemed to be a sinister smile on the corner of the god's mouth, as if it was about to break through the ground and be resurrected!

Long Xuan took a deep breath, but suddenly took out the sealed blood-devouring bead from his arms, only to see that on the surface of the bead, the light of the "swastika" seal under Puzhibu was dim, and it was already faint, and the green qi in it seemed to sense some kind of calling, like a wolf and a tiger, desperately hitting the bead wall, and a faint smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Long Xuan's face was cold, and when he transported the Nine Heavens Purple Qi, he was going to directly pour it into the Zihua Seal, but at this time, the mutation was suddenly abrupt, and in the depths of the blazing flames, there was suddenly a desolate roar, and it came from the mighty waves. The fierce stone carvings on the ground around them lit up one after the other, glowing red at the same time.

The retractable light, the flickering light that illuminated Long Xuan's body, the violent sound of the wind, mixed with an eerie sneer, echoed in the heavens and the earth, as if to celebrate the return of the Demon King!

"It's not good, we have to destroy the stone carving first!" Long Xuan's heart moved, and the dragon slaying sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, making a soft groan like a dragon in the nine heavens, and slashed down violently, a crescent-shaped sword qi with unparalleled power and sharpness that seemed to pierce the sky, and slashed towards the last of the eight fierce god statues.

"Boom!" With a bang, a deep sword mark appeared from the left shoulder to the waist of the Eighth Fierce God Statue, and a hidden boundless thunderous aura swam back and forth in the sword mark, "Roar! There was an unwilling howl from the inexplicable existence in the darkness, and the voice gradually weakened, but it fell silent again, leaving only the ground devastated and a fierce god statue cut in two by the sword qi, which seemed to remind him of what had happened before.

Long Xuan took a deep breath and took out a blank piece of parchment from his arms, and the huge power of divine thoughts surged out from the Yin Tang Cave, rushing to the statue of the god on the ground, no, maybe it should be said to be a formation diagram - a formation diagram of the creation of heaven and earth, and the power of the world's incomparable array.

Long Xuan's eyes flashed, and his pen walked the dragon snake, which was extremely fast. Under the perception of the power of his divine thoughts, one by one, inexplicable, chaotic and strange runes took shape on the parchment. The formation is broad and profound, stealing the power of heaven and earth, and seizing the creation of nature, but it is a skill that every disciple of the sect in Long Xuan's previous life has to learn.

With the portrayal of his subordinates, Long Xuan's eyes were full of brilliance, and he couldn't help but admire the whimsy of the designer of this formation, who was able to use the combination of bloody qi and flame essence to build the foundation of the formation, one good and one evil, perfectly integrated into this formation under his feet. In terms of its failure, although it is far from the Shushan Sword Sect Town Formation, the "Liangyi Micro Dust Array" is far away, but it is not much better than the "Zhuxian Sword Array" of Qingyunmen.

It's a pity that the Wu clan has withered since ancient times, and the formation inheritance of the land of Shenzhou is mostly incomplete! So that the Incense Valley has occupied this place for more than 800 years, sitting on the treasure mountain but not being able to enter it, and it has not been able to explore the mystery of this formation, and even the basic formation diagram has not been reproduced. This back and forth has cheapened Long Xuan, and as Long Xuan's hand moves faster, but in the time of half the incense, a strange flame totem has formed on the parchment, and the center is depicted with the head of a fierce god roaring in the sky.

As his last stroke fell, the inexplicable pattern he had depicted before was completely integrated, and the red light on the entire parchment was clear, and he began to absorb the free fire essence between heaven and earth by itself!

It's too late, it's too soon! Zihua flashed in Long Xuan's hand, and the Zihua Seal, which had been prepared for a long time, instantly wrapped the entire parchment and sealed it. The psychic array, as long as it is properly portrayed, can absorb the aura of heaven and earth by itself, but unfortunately the material of the parchment is not enough, if it weren't for Long Xuan's precautions, I'm afraid that this parchment will burn itself at the moment when the big array is formed!

Long Xuan put the parchment into his arms, his face showed a look of satisfaction, he didn't expect that the Xuanhuo Altar would actually get such a big benefit, and he couldn't help but focus on the entrance of the third layer of the Xuanhuo Altar, and a trace of expectation appeared in his heart.