Following the direction of the magma flow, Xu Feiyang found that the entire stone cave was naturally formed, the walls of the cave were bright red, and they were made of a kind of heat-resistant and high-temperature stone called the Flame Stone, and the grooves below were more like the erosion of the perennial dark river.

According to the composition of the stone wall, if you want to get out of this stone cave, you must either try to penetrate the cave wall that connects the mountain wall to the outside world, or still melt from the rolling place in the high temperature of boiling molten and swim out.

Although his body is now much more heat-resistant, and ordinary eye lava can no longer burn him, who knows if there are other strange and strange fires in that magma, if he is accidentally attacked and incinerated in the lava, it will be more than worth the loss.

Xu Feiyang thought about it carefully, and still felt that it was better to find another way, after all, he had a lot of things to overturn in the gutter, but he didn't want such a tragedy to happen to him.

After walking out of the 300-meter distance to the stone cave, the space of the stone cave is getting narrower and narrower, and it has changed from the original 30 zhang space to only two or three square meters.

"Could it be that the place where the molten lava flows out can't communicate with the outside world, but flows into the deep underground?" Xu Feiyang stood naked in that low and narrow space, his hairless brows furrowed, and he seemed hesitant.

"Let's take a little longer, but if you can't do it, you can only force yourself into the molten slurry. The young man's heart fluttered, and he continued to walk in the direction of the magma flowing.

Further on, the walls of the cave had changed from bright red to dark red, with a hint of gray and black. The flowing magma also changed from the hot white smoke at the beginning to a little condensed.

At this time, Xu Feiyang's heart was slightly settled, such a change showed that the temperature in the direction of this stone cave was decreasing, indicating that it was getting farther and farther away from the center of the earth fire, and it would be very close to the mountain wall.

One hundred meters ahead, a large elliptical space appeared, there was a deep pit here, and the flowing pit disappeared along the groove into the deep pit, and thick smoke emitted from it, filling the space thirty square away.

Looking towards the cliff face, a trace of blood-colored light penetrated through the crack in the mountain, and through the smoke you could see the slightest light outside.

"It's finally at the edge of the cliff!" the young man laughed, feeling the temperature, although it was still stuffy, but there was no longer that scorching heat, so he used the water resistance technique to clean it, and then took out his clothes and changed them.

When Xu Feiyang used his distance to smash the cliff wall and walked out of the stone cave, what caught his eye was a poking and poking strange vines, as well as bright red fruits.

If you look closely, here is a cliff formed by the depression of the valley, and the stone cave is just on one side of the cliff, and there are thousands of cliffs on the opposite side. In the middle of the cliff is a bottomless abyss, with occasional hot winds coming out of it, apparently under the influence of the fire of the Beacon Volcano.

Looking at the fruit tree connected by the vine, it was bright red, growing like a flame, with a sense of depression and jumping, exuding a rich fluctuation of fire attribute spiritual power.

"Lava Fruit!" Xu Feiyang showed a look of surprise on his face, looking at the bright red spirit fruit in the valley, there were as many as twenty or thirty pieces.

Legend has it that it only grows in the land of magma, is scorched by thousands of years of molten magma, and gathers the essence of earth fire, which is a precious spiritual material of fire attributes. It can be used as medicine to refine fire attribute pills, and it can also be directly devoured and refined to grow the flesh.

If the medicinal effect level of the spiritual material is still evaluated, it can be equivalent to the seventh-order spiritual material of the fire attribute.

Xu Feiyang released his divine sense, and under careful induction, he did not find any other abnormalities, so the gray light flashed on his hand, and a furry and strange monster that was more than two meters wide and like a marshmallow floated in front of him, with blue light shining on it, like thunder, but it was a thundercloud monster formed by refining the origin thunder crystal.

Last time, he harvested fifteen thunder crystals, and refined ten of them into a thunder monster, and he stored the remaining five thunder crystals in the storage space.

The young man in Tsing Yi stroked the thundercloud monster on his hand, looked at his docile appearance, and said with a smile: "In the future, you can't call it a weird, and in the future, as Xu's flying mount, I will call you Thundercloud." ”

As if he could understand the words, the thundercloud monster circled around the boy, and then came to a quiet stop at his feet, as if to let him sit down.

Xu Feiyang smiled, jumped onto the back of the thundercloud monster, and commanded him to fly towards the bright red lava fruit with his divine sense.

Time flies, and in an instant, there are only two months left before the closure of the secret realm. At this time, in the Huanglongqing Plain of the Netherworld Secret Realm, this place is in the very center of the secret realm, there are no cliffs and no peaks everywhere, and there are a few yin souls faintly floating in the sky, but they are far away, as if they are afraid.

In the plains, there are different ethnic groups standing on each of the three corners. Thousands of human races gathered in the north, Jiang Lan of the Nanhua Holy Sect wearing golden yellow, Jinyang of Huayuan Sect wearing a blue cloth shirt, and Li Huang of Danyang Sect wearing gray robes, as well as other sect groups gathered here, including Xu Feiyang's fellow sect brother Feng Huanyu, his appearance, and Ouyang Fei, who appeared at some point.

The disciples of the demon clan gathered in the west, and I saw Youyue, the young master of the Demon Palace of Youting, who had the appearance of a closed moon and a shy flower, leaning on a rock, holding the half-moon short blade in one hand, while scanning the surrounding crowd. In another corner of the Demon Race, a young man's eyes kept scanning the Terran, as if he was looking for someone, and his face looked a little sad and hateful.

In the south, it was led by a shriveled young man of the ghost clan, who was the emperor of the Cangming ghost clan. There was a little playfulness on his face, sometimes he glanced at the sickly young man beside him, sometimes he looked at the crowd in the distance, and sometimes he looked at the bloody sun in the sky. However, the sick young man around him looked a little unnatural at this time, as if he was looking for someone around.

What was a little strange was that those disciples of the Demon Sect were also standing not far from the disciples of the Nanhua Holy Sect at this time, led by a man with a resolute face in front of them. He looked straight ahead with a serious face, oblivious to the gazes cast by the crowd around him.

Among the disciples of the Demon Gate, a young man in a black robe also frowned at this time and looked at the crowd not far away, his eyes shuttled through the crowd, as if he was looking for someone, and his face showed disappointment.

In a place that everyone couldn't see, there were three people standing in a gray space, looking at the scene in front of them with interest.

"Mang Daoyou, why hasn't that genius boy of your human race appeared? According to the current suppressive power of the secret realm, except for this area that is affected by spatial cracks and cannot be suppressed, it is difficult for me to move freely in the rest of the space, even if you and I can't move freely, right? I'm afraid I wasn't eaten by a strange monster? Hahaha. The ghost youth next to him said with some amusement.

The old man of the Nanhua Holy Sect, Mang Shan, frowned, glanced at the young man unhappily, and said lightly: "Changyou Daoyou, isn't your fellow ghost clan the same as before, isn't it that the two of them are entangled and fighting somewhere." ”

"Hehe, Mangshan Daoyou is really joking, with the weak body of your human race, not to mention that this person is able to build a spiritual realm, even if he has the level of a divine infant, I am afraid that he will not be able to withstand the forbidden power of this secret realm now, right?"

"Hehe, Wu Daoyou is an understanding person. The old ghost of the Netherworld Clan has a low strength, and he has already lost the face of my Ghost Clan, even if it has not fallen, the deity is ready to destroy it, so as not to hinder the eyes. But the young man of the human race can be regarded as a rare pillar of talent, tsk, it's a pity to fall. The ghost youth shook his head, looking sorry.

The old man of the human race frowned, and he did not look at the young man of the ghost race, but stood in one place and meditated with his eyes closed.