I don't know if it's the shaking from the ground, or the air in the cave is moving too fast, and the roots of the cobwebs on the cliff walls of the cave are constantly shaking. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 With each tremble, a stone fell from the top of the cave, breaking through the frozen surface of the swamp, and a flame burst through the air and landed on the cliff face, only to be swallowed up by the roots of the trees a moment later.

It's a very simple and complete process, and it's a bit palpitating, because in a way, it's the Celestial Tree hunting.

The young man in the hat stood not far from the swamp, without any movement, and looked very cautious.

Digesting the shock brought by the roots of the Heavenly Tree, his attention fell deeper, and he noticed that there were some vermilion fruits about the size of a fist in the roots of the Heavenly Tree, and those fruits were the same as the roots of the Heavenly Tree, they were not afraid of the extreme heat brought by magma, and they should be something very precious.

Then he heard a faint whistling sound in the deepest part of the swamp, followed by a similar sound in the cliff walls at the top of the cave and among the surrounding walls covered with black stones, as if it were some kind of echo, and like a specific sound of something in a certain environment.

The entire underground cavern was extremely hot, whether it was the roots of the Heavenly Tree in the cliffs, the vermilion fruits, or the black rock walls, although there were no flames, it was conceivable that if something like paper or leaves fell, it would definitely be burned into light smoke in the shortest possible time.

Not to mention the source of these heats, the swamp formed by the magma.

The so-called solitary sun does not grow, logically speaking, such a completely hot and hot environment cannot be stored for a long time, and will quickly collapse on its own.

But the Heavenly Tree Wildfire has been passed down from the Demon Clan for countless years.

His gaze fell on the black stone wall, and gradually went deeper, and although he could not see it with his own eyes, he felt the presence of something.

It was small in size, but it was so widespread and dense in the underground caverns that it looked like some kind of detrisy, and it was extremely cold, giving off an unimaginable chill.

The whistling sound he had faintly heard earlier was the sound of these extremely cold debris against the blazing heat of the magma swamp.

What is so cold that it can fight against the Heavenly Tree Wildfire?

It didn't take long for him to come up with an answer.

Those debris should be the crystallization of the Frost Dragon's Deep-Cold Dragon's Breath.

Legend has it that countless years ago, the Xuanshuang Dragon played a crucial role in the process of the founding of the demon race. Until now, the entire demon clan still worships the Xuanhuang Dragon as a god-like existence. That's why.

If it weren't for the generosity or even selflessness of the Frost Dragon Clan in providing such a large number of Deep Cold Dragon Breath Crystals, even if the Demon Clan had sacrificed to the starry sky to obtain the seeds of the Nine Heavenly Trees, there would be no way to seal the desolate fire underground, turning the incomparably wild world in ancient times into the beautiful Demon Domain it is today.

After I don't know how long it took, the young man in the hat ended his observation and took a step in the direction of the swamp.

It was just a very simple step, but the ground trembled violently, and the black stone walls around it began to twist and deform, shining with countless strange lights, and the cliff walls at the top of the cave became extremely chaotic, and the roots of those heavenly trees seemed to come to life, curling and stretching like snakes, looking extremely weird.

Such a vision was born in the underground cavern, not because he took a step forward, but because some great being sensed his arrival.

As the shaking struck, more and more small stones fell from the roof of the cave and eventually fell into the extremely hot swamp.

The layer of the swamp's skin like solidified black oil instantly broke through many holes, and dozens of flames came out of those holes indiscriminately.

The roots of the Heavenly Tree in the cliff wall at the top of the cave could not devour all the falling flames in a short period of time, and the speed at which the molten cliff collapsed became faster.

Countless stones rained down on the swamp, and countless flames erupted.

The entire underground cavern is full of pillars of fire, intertwined and through, and the picture looks extremely spectacular and beautiful.

The surface of the swamp has been completely cracked, and the hot magma has revealed its terrifying true face, constantly tumbling, like fruit pulp, more like blood plasma, extremely bewitching.

These magma were the source of the Heavenly Tree Fire, and the unimaginable heat and pressure spread out to the surrounding area.

Separated by the light smoke that hung from the brim of his hat, the young man began to sweat, and in a short time his clothes were soaked.

He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the beads of sweat off his eyebrows, still not embarrassed, very calm.

The tumbling magma unleashed terrifying heat, the breath of wildfire enveloped the entire cavern, and countless pillars of fire looked like some kind of ancient ritual ritual.

In those pillars of fire and red light, there were faint images, and then those images kept changing.

The young man in the hat looked unusually solemn, staring at the images in the firelight, refusing to blink even if the stinging pain grew.

The first thing that appears in those images is a city, and then a mountain, and then a cliff in the middle of the mountain.

Then there were countless creatures, or ordinary beings, such as elephants, lions, tigers and wolves, or very magical, such as dragons and phoenixes, and then there were cows, sheep, geese and horses.

The young man in the hat stared at these pictures and said with a slightly stunned expression: "What kind of astrological sign is this?"

At the end, all the pictures dissipated in the wildfire.

The tumbling magma parted like sea water and turned into a lotus-shaped platform.

An old man dressed in animal skins and with long hair and a shawl appeared on the stage.

The old man was clearly not real, but a spiritual projection.

The underground cave is extremely empty, hundreds of zhang high, but this old man seems to be tens of thousands of zhang high, lying between heaven and earth.

The young man in the hat looked at the old man in the wilderness, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and his dark eyes were full of vigilance.

The old man looked like a real god, because in a sense, he was a god.

He is the ancestral spirit of the demon clan.

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In the ground of the rest of the Heavenly Trees, there were also demon ancestral spirits who appeared.

Xuanyuan Po felt that his body had become extremely heavy, and he didn't dare to give birth to any confrontation, so he knelt on the ground.

The other two demon powerhouses performed even worse than him, already kneeling, their bodies trembling, as if they might faint at any time.

Xiaode's situation is better, and only slightly better.

His face was pale, his eyes closed, and he prayed silently, hoping to be blessed by the ancestral spirit.

The young man in the hat didn't kneel, but just looked at the figure of the ancestral spirit in the wildfire in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the Demon Clan Ancestor Spirit opened his eyes.

Under the different Heavenly Trees, the ancestral spirit opened his eyes.

A ray of light seemed to break through the dividing line between spirit and matter, and fell on Xiaode, Xuanyuan Po, and the other two demon powerhouses.

The light also fell on the young man in the hat.

His face was unusually pale from the light, but his eyes were bloodshot, because he was very excited, even a little crazy.

"Sure enough, it's the Holy Light!"