No one knew that in the deep mountains hundreds of miles away from Chilongze, the pitch-black night sky was covered by a slightly red cloud, which slowly rolled down like a millstone.

In the nameless valley, the wind howled and the flames soared into the sky. The howling wind mixed with the invisible knives blew the mud and rocks around the valley, and the grass and trees turned into powder.

A figure is in the midst of this wind and fire, bearing the wind and fire.

More than 2,000 miles away from here, on Wushi Island, five family agents were sitting together discussing their family's future and what to do in the future.

The five stopped talking, just fell silent.

In the end, Zhong Jing broke the silence, sighed lightly, and said, "Everyone, let's all express our opinions! ”

The head of the Luo clan said, "Otherwise, let's join forces with the other Red Dragon Eighteen Clans to take a look, maybe they don't want anyone to open a sect in this Red Dragon Ze?"

The Yan clan bowed slightly, and said, "The Red Dragon Eighteen Clan probably doesn't want to see it, but what about the other second-rate families......?

"The key is that the pavilion master of this Red Dragon Pavilion, what kind of cultivation is it? we even know the other party's cultivation, so we rashly united with other families, are they willing to believe it?"

"Those who dare to come to this Chilongze to open a sect will definitely not be bad in cultivation, not to mention that they are also cultivators of the Transformation God Realm. The Jia clan head said, "But if the Yun clan doesn't want to see this sect appear, maybe we have a chance." ”

The head of the Tong family looked at everyone and said, "It's better for us to divide the soldiers into two ways tomorrow, all the way to Feiyun Island to ask, and all the way to the He family on Baihe Island to see ......."

Hearing this, Zhong Jing looked at everyone and said, "Then, let's vote!

The other four raised their hands one after another, and it could be seen that they were all unwilling.

"In that case, don't wait for tomorrow, let's leave at night!"

So, taking advantage of the night, someone quietly left Wushi Island, one northwest and one southeast, quietly performing the escape technique, and fled towards the two big islands.

Qinglong Mountains, nameless barren valley.

The wind and fire are still sweeping, but the power doesn't seem to be very strong anymore.

But in fact, this is just appearance.

The first four rounds of tribulations all fell from the sky.

This kind of external storm and fire catastrophe, you are quite confident that you will not abandon it.

Even, he dared to take out the small mountain and river seal, and used this heavenly fire to carry out sacrifice, burning the little white Jiao's skin in the small mountain and river seal, and screaming.

If it weren't for the small mountains and rivers that resisted most of the power of this heavenly fire, it is estimated that the little white Jiao would have been burned to ashes in this heavenly fire.

And Jun Bu gave up on the one hand, resisting the catastrophe, and on the other hand, letting Yuan Ying enter layers of formation prohibitions into the small mountains and river seals, all of which were comprehended from the little gourd of enlightenment.

Although Xiao Baijiao was burned and screamed, it has to be said that after two rounds of heavenly fire and the blessing of those forbidden formations he entered, Xiao Shanhe Yin's quality has completely surpassed that of ordinary top-grade spirit treasures, and he is on the road to the immortal soldiers.

When the corpse sister in the distance saw this scene, she didn't even know whether to say that it was good to say that Jun was not bold, or that he was ignorant and fearless.

Because she's never seen someone who doesn't know what to live or die for.

Fortunately, in the fifth round of the Heavenly Tribulation, Jun Bu finally reined in this death-making style.

It's not that the small mountain and river seal has risen and cannot be raised, but he doesn't dare to mess around anymore, because the wind bursts from his body, and the fire also rises from his body.

Jun doesn't give up and can't hide at all, and he has a dragon slaying technique, which is completely useless.

In this case, he is a little self-conscious, how can he have time to refine weapons?

However, he didn't have time to refine the weapon, so he began to wonder if he could refine himself?

So, he blessed those formations on his bones.

This time, he really gave him an unexpected gain.

Although the flesh and blood of his body were invaded by this wind and fire, the wounds on his body burst from the inside to the outside, and the blood full of pure yang qi was red in an instant, and those heavenly fires also erupted from those wounds, turning those blood into ashes and burning those wounds into charcoal.

This kind of pain, he has long been numb, as if the pain nerve has disappeared.

But in fact, it was not that the pain disappeared, but that his body instinctively cut off the transmission of this pain, and his nerve center did not receive any pain signals at all.

But under the attention of the spirit, he clearly knew everything about his body.

A handful of pills were stuffed into his mouth, and Yuan Ying used these pills to restore mana and constantly repair the scars in his body.

At the same time, one after another, he was beaten into the bones around his body.

However, as the cycle of heavenly tribulations continued, his body finally couldn't support it, his flesh and blood were burned, the meridians could no longer be used, and the transmission of mana could no longer rely on the meridians around his body, and could only rely on the Yuan Ying to assist.

The elixir was directly stuffed into the Yuan Infant's body, and the power of the leylines was also introduced into the Yuan Infant.

His bones also seemed to be burned, and the marrow inside seemed to have dried up, only on the bones, those forbidden formations that he had blessed were faintly radiating.

The corpse sister who was silently watching from a distance was a little anxious, especially when she saw Jun Buqi's body as if it had been burned to charcoal, and then cut into pieces by the fine wind knife, revealing an almost skeleton-like figure, she couldn't help but start wandering.

She really wanted to help, but she couldn't help at all, because it was a catastrophe that you would not give up.

Finally used the power of the elixir and the leylines of the mountains and rivers to get through the most difficult hurdle, Jun Bu gave up and felt that his spirit was exhausted, and Yuan Ying also withered and lost his vitality.

Damn, I really want to get some sleep!

This is the most intuitive idea of Jun not giving up at this time.

However, this did not come to fruition, and the ninth round of the Heavenly Tribulation came again.

The sporadic heavenly fires floated down from the clouds, like fireflies, like moonlight.

As these stars drifted down, the clouds in the sky slowly dissipated.

"Is it over?"

Jun Buqi and Sister Corpse both thought so.

But the truth tells them that it doesn't.

Moreover, the time for the real death has just come.

Those sparkling sparks fell on him, and instead of igniting his dilapidated body, they ignited his sea of consciousness.

As if God really wanted to completely destroy him, this wind and fire swept in the sea of his knowledge, overwhelming.

His soul is like a flat boat in this sea of wind and fire, and he has no power to resist at all, and the only thing he can do is to go with the flow.

It's as if a wave hits and can sink his flat boat.

The pain from the depths of his soul brought him back to his senses, and he gathered all the power of his divine soul to form a spiritual orb, and let the heavenly fire envelop him.

"Damn!

He roared in the sea of knowledge.