In the raging flames, the Yao family had been completely defeated, they were scurrying around like headless flies, and as time passed, their bodies were like good fuel, and in the crackling sound, they turned into charcoal.

If it was just like this, Lu Xuan would be able to sit back and watch the Yao family be burned by the flames.

But the problem is that this flame is not only eating away at the Yao family, but also damaging his consciousness and destroying his body!

If this continues, not only will the Yao family be turned into charcoal, but they will also be completely burned by the flames and turned into a pile of ashes!

Seeing that the palace was already on fire, Lu Xuan didn't care about rectifying the remaining Yao family, so he wanted to stop the use of the spell.

But at this moment, he was already exhausted, and his consciousness was in a very ignorant state.

He vaguely saw the raging fire emitted when the reeds were burning in the sky, and vaguely saw the crying Ah Lai, as well as the Yao family members who were scurrying in the smoke of the fire, the pungent smoke poured into his body frantically, and the whole person seemed to have lost his center of gravity, and everything was spinning.

The flames were made by the True Spirit Cultists!

Gotta get out of here.

With his last will, Lu Xuan barely stood up from the ground, but he didn't take two steps, but he suddenly stopped.

He suddenly found that he was in a mansion, with pavilions and pavilions, water pavilions, and song platforms.

Under the gloomy sky, a few whispers sounded in my ears:

"How's it going?"

"The head of the family, please rest assured, a few of these people still have some medicinal properties, enough for the rest of the clansmen to enter the Dao."

In the blink of an eye, the whispers were gone, and the sight of the house in front of them was gone, replaced by a cellar with dim lights.

The cellar was filled with countless ragged children, with thin yellow faces and frighteningly large eyes, curled up in a heap, looking at the closed door, as if waiting for something.

"Squeak!"

The closed door slowly opened, and a tall middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe, with a Chinese character face, holding a folding fan in his hand, looked at the children in the cellar in a condescending manner.

When he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, Lu Xuan was shocked in his heart: "Yao Changshan! How did we end up here! This is there! Did you escape with us? ”

Speaking of this, Lu Xuan's eyes widened.

No.

Wrong!

How could it be possible to escape, looking around at the children.

Lu Xuan instantly realized that this should be the place where the Yao family stored the medicine.

Immediately, his eyes were full of confusion.

How did you end up here?

Weren't they still wandering in the reeds just now?

Yao Changshan glanced at Lu Xuan up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "This medicine is good, it can be used to refine the Spirit Pill, come on, take it away!" ”

"You dare!"

It was too late for him to think about it, Lu Xuan was about to pull out the black sword on his back and confront the Yao family.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt empty, and when he looked down, he was surprised to find that he had become a seven or eight-year-old child.

In the blink of an eye, a pitch-black Dan furnace in the Yao family's compound burned with a dark blue flame, and rows of elixirs were thrown into it by the Yao family as if they didn't want money.

Lu Xuan, who was tied up with five flowers, was held high by the Yao family, like an indispensable sacrifice in the ceremony, under the command of Yao Changshan, the Yao family carried him and walked towards the Dan furnace step by step.

Feeling the blazing temperature, Lu Xuan's heart felt fear for no reason.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of the Yao family.

However, their arms seemed to have a huge force of thousands of catties, making Lu Xuan, who was lifted, unable to move.

The entrance of the Dan furnace was opened, and seeing the pitch-black environment inside, smelling the rancid smell of the medicinal herbs inside, Lu Xuan's inner fear reached the extreme, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

No way!

I can't die here!

In a desperate roar in his heart, Lu Xuan was thrown into the Dan furnace.

The hot medicinal soup burned his body, and the Yao family's loud chant faintly echoed in his ears:

"Immortals are not immortals ~ Tao is not Tao ~ The world sings true immortals ~ Five Spirit Immortals! Heaven and earth people ~ Buddhism is not prosperous, Taoist people ~ enter the Dantong, get the immortal law, the true god descends to earth, and crosses the suffering~"

The strange tone is actually completely integrated with the singing voice of the memory Zhen Yuanzi when he was refining the Spiritual Pill!

I don't want to die!

I want to live.

I'm going to go back to see my parents alive.

No matter how bad it is, there is still Zhaozhao, how can I die here.

Absolutely not to die!

Otherwise, what happened to me along the way!

The green tendons on Lu Xuan's forehead burst out, he used all his strength to break free of the rope that bound him, his footsteps were against the side of the Dan furnace, and then he kicked violently, and the Dan furnace began to shake a few times.

He gasped slightly, endured the pain of his skin being burned by the medicinal soup, and kicked the side wall of the Dan furnace harder again, this time shaking even more violently.

Under the constant impact, only to hear the sound of "boom", the Dan furnace was kicked to the ground by Lu Xuan.

Seeing the light revealed at the entrance, Lu Xuan struggled to climb out of the Dan furnace.

When he climbed out of the Danlu force, he saw that although there was the Yao family, it was no longer the Yao family's compound.

Under a pitch-black sky, in front of Lu Xuan, a desolate Gobi was burning with a raging fire, and all the Yao family members were in this fire.

They cried out or ran for their lives, but it was all useless.

The fire that spread out the heat wave in all directions, as if it had an autonomous consciousness, followed the Yao family to death, and when they walked there, the flames burned there.

Lu Xuan stood in place and took a closer look, only to find that it was the molten slurry spreading on the ground that started the fire.

The molten has spread all over the ground of this world.

Lu Xuan was also standing on it.

Interestingly, his body didn't ignite because of the slurry.

"Help! Help me! ”

In a panic, some Yao family members saw Lu Xuan safe and sound, and rushed towards him like crazy.

Lu Xuan wanted to dodge, but his body was unable to move, so he could only watch this person fall in front of him.

But even so, the flame on his body was still not extinguished,

He was prostrate on the ground, holding Lu Xuan's thighs with both hands, wailing in his mouth, as if he was begging for help and moaning.

Even so, the flames on that person's body did not reach Lu Xuan's body.

Lu Xuan seemed to be cut off from these flames, and he could only feel the blazing heat.

Before Lu Xuan could figure out the reason, or before he could figure out what was here or there, a sudden feeling of hunger came from his abdomen, which occupied his consciousness in an instant.

He had never felt so hungry, like he hadn't eaten in over a decade.

Lu Xuan covered his abdomen, and suddenly smelled an extremely strong fragrance, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the Yao family.

What are you thinking?

Lu Xuan pounded his head heavily with both hands, trying to drive away the thoughts that made him sick.

But the more he did this, the more intense the hunger in his abdomen became.

"What a thick soup!"

"Yes! Oh, yes! ”

A whisper suddenly sounded around him, and Lu Xuan looked up, only to see a man with a bull's head and another man with a horse's head, stirring an iron pot with a spoon, and a tempting smell of meat emanated from the pot.

"I'm so hungry! I'm so hungry! ”

Lu Xuan's ghost walked towards the pot of fragrant soup in a daze.

The two men with the cow head and horse face continued to stir the iron spoon as if they couldn't see him, as if they wanted to make the aroma stronger.