At the foot of Jintang Mountain, the magma is rolling, like a sea of fire.

Lu Xuan followed Wusan's downward journey, and there was no end to it, and he felt that this sea of magma had no bounds, which was very amazing.

Finally, Lu Xuan sensed bursts of majestic demonic aura, which he was very familiar with, it was the breath of the three-legged golden crow.

He couldn't help but open the Nine Heavenly Eyes and look down.

A magnificent scene appeared in front of Lu Xuan.

In this sea of fire, there are two incomparably huge trees!

The two giant trees are close to each other, growing with the same root, as high as a thousand feet, and the crown of the top tree has been integrated into one place, which is dozens of miles wide. The countless leaves in the canopy were burning, but they were soft. And between the canopies, there is a golden fairy palace.

Asgard is just as majestic, there is a huge golden platform in front of Asgard, and at this moment, there are many figures kneeling there, as if muttering something.

Lu Xuan listened carefully, and could vaguely hear the voices of those people.

It seemed to be a memorial service, with hundreds of people singing obscure memorials in a quaint tone, and a desolate and sad atmosphere arose.

Usan seemed to hear it too, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Senior Lu, let's go!"

Wu San grabbed Lu Xuan's arm regardless of it, and rushed towards the golden immortal palace.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them pierced through a barrier and came to the top of the immortal palace.

"What man!?"

Suddenly, several golden-robed people suddenly appeared from all around, surrounding Lu Xuan and Wu San.

Directly below, hundreds of golden-robed people who were chanting ancient rituals looked up at the same time, with a pair of light golden eyes, with endless anger.

"Those who trespass on the Chiwu Palace, die!"

In front of Lu Xuan, a majestic golden-robed old man roared angrily, the blood in his eyes loomed, and where his fingers were extended, a terrifying golden light suddenly appeared.

Wu San hurriedly raised his hands and shouted in a trembling voice: "Third Uncle Ancestor, it's me!

"Usan?"

The old man showed a look of confusion, and then the blood in his eyes subsided slightly, and finally showed a shocked expression. He looked at Uzan carefully, suddenly trembling all over, and rushed over and took Usan into his arms.

"You...... Are you still alive?"

The old man hugged Wusan's shoulder, and the old tears were crisscrossed. The golden-robed people around were also stunned, and immediately relaxed their vigilance, but looking at Lu Xuan's gaze was still a little dangerous.

Lu Xuan didn't move, just looked down.

There is indeed a memorial there, and the protagonist of the memorial is a living old man.

Unlike the Third Uncle Ancestor, the old man looked even older, his golden robe was loose, his eyes were cloudy, and the wrinkles on his face were layered, and he had entered a state of confusion.

"Patriarch?"

Wu San also saw the old man, and hurriedly grabbed the hand of the third uncle in shock, "Third uncle ancestor, what is wrong with the patriarch?"

"He's an old man," the third uncle ...... desolate, and was about to explain, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and suddenly grabbed Wu San's hands and said: "No, the outside of Jintang Mountain is besieged by young demons, how did you get in? Could it be that you have betrayed your clan?"

This third uncle ancestor cultivated so strong that he almost crushed Wu San's hand, but Wu San forced himself and smiled bitterly: "Even if my Wu San is broken to pieces, I will never betray my clansmen." Third Uncle Ancestor, I have brought a savior, this senior Lu can save our clansmen. ”

"Fart!"

The third uncle ancestor glanced at Lu Xuan, and suddenly roared sharply: "What kind of savior can a small cultivation in the infancy stage be regarded as?

As he spoke, bloodshot appeared in the eyes of the third uncle ancestor again.

Lu Xuan's heart tightened, knowing that all the golden crows here were probably affected by the ghosts. The higher the cultivation, the greater the influence of ghosts, so these three uncles and ancestors will appear suspicious and crazy.

As soon as his mind moved, he appeared in his mud pill palace.

Now in this situation, as long as Jin Wu comes forward, everything will be solved. However, Lu Xuan couldn't stop shouting that the golden crow didn't respond at all, and finally he rushed into the Shengyang Mansion, only to see that the three-legged golden crow's body had completely recovered, but he closed his eyes tightly and didn't respond to Lu Xuan's call.

Lu Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Obviously, the three-legged golden crow has reached the last moment, and I am afraid that it will not take long to recover its physical body.

But even if he makes the final sprint a little later, why bother now?

Lu Xuan had no choice but to withdraw from the Mud Pill Palace, and now, he could only try to eliminate the misunderstanding of the Golden Crow clan by himself.

A divine soul suddenly rushed out from Lu Xuan's heavenly spirit, and in the void, a small three-legged golden crow was conjured.

The third uncle ancestor and the surrounding golden crows were all stunned.

They all felt the breath of the Golden Crow, but the young man in white in front of them was clearly a human being, how could he have the breath of the Golden Crow clan?

Just when he was confused, he saw that the little golden crow suddenly disappeared, and suddenly penetrated into the seal hall of the third uncle's ancestor......

"Bold!"

Jin Wu next to him was suddenly furious, and he was about to kill Lu Xuan and his subordinates immediately. Lu Xuan did not hesitate to take out the sword of returning to the ruins and waited for it. However, his hand suddenly sank, and when he looked down, he found that he had mistakenly taken out the Immortal Slaughter Sword, no wonder it was so heavy.

At this critical moment, the third uncle ancestor was shocked, and his eyes became completely clear.

"Stop!"

The third uncle broke off his drink, and the few golden crows who were almost about to make a move stopped in amazement.

"Third Uncle Ancestor, are you okay?"

Several Jin Crows looked at the old man in surprise, but saw that the third uncle just looked at Lu Xuan blankly, and said in shock: "What did you do?"

Lu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, the wisp of his divine soul just now set up the Ten Directions White Bone City in the mind of the Third Uncle Ancestor, which blocked the ghost. But if it weren't for the third uncle ancestor's stirring soul just now, it wouldn't be so easy for him to send his soul into the brain of a ten-rank demon emperor.

He looked at the third uncle ancestor solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "What Wu San said is right, I have a way to save your Golden Crow clan, and besides, the ancestor of your Golden Crow clan is now in my mind. ”

Lu Xuan said these words in one breath, which made the third uncle ancestor and the surrounding golden crows a little dumbfounded.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Our ancestor of the Golden Crow Clan, are you talking about our patriarch?"

Wu San said excitedly: "The third uncle ancestor doesn't know, our ancestor is indeed in the mud pill palace of senior Lu. ”

Saying that, Wu San told the story of the before and after concisely, and the third uncle and a group of Jin Crows were so misty that they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"Usan, it seems that the ghost has a lot of influence on you......"

The third uncle sighed, but he didn't believe it at all.

But fortunately, he had regained his senses and was no longer hostile to Lu Xuan and Wu San, so he immediately let go of Wu San's hand and said gloomily: "Now is not the time to entangle with you, it is not too late to wait for us to send the patriarch away, and then interrogate you." ”

As he spoke, several golden crows landed on Xuan and Wusan and landed on the platform of Chiwu Palace.

The Golden Crow patriarch was already dying, obviously not working. Seeing this, Wu San asked inexplicably sadly: "Third Uncle Ancestor, what is wrong with the patriarch?"

The third uncle sighed gloomily.

"Since the end of the world, the clansmen have been trapped in Jintang Mountain, and the patriarch has almost single-handedly withstood the impact of the demons. But the patriarch's cultivation is too high, and he attracts the most ghosts, and after three hundred years, the patriarch can no longer stand it. Just three days ago, the patriarch called us to his side and said that he would not be able to hold on any longer, and that if this continued, he would be dehumanized in less than a year, and all his people would be harmed by him. ”

"So the patriarch made a decision to hold a great sacrifice of the sunfall today. ”

Wu San suddenly showed a shocked and inexplicable expression.

Lu Xuan asked in a low voice, "What is the Sunfall Festival?"

Wu San said gloomily: "Jin Crow inhabits Fumu, and the two big trees under the feet of the predecessors are Fumu. Fumu lives on the same root and feeds on the flames, which can also provide shelter for our Jinwu clan. The so-called Sunfall Festival is that after the fall of the Golden Crow, it nourishes Fumu with its own life fire and makes Fumu grow. The patriarch is to nourish Fumu with his own life, so that Fumu can grow more and continue to protect our people. ”

The third uncle nodded and sighed, "That's what the patriarch meant. Despite our best efforts to stop it, the patriarch has made up his mind, and now the Sunfall Festival has reached its final moment. ”

The surrounding golden crows all showed their faces and lowered their heads one after another.

Lu Xuan looked at the patriarch and sighed secretly.

I didn't expect the situation of the Golden Crow clan to reach such a point, although this patriarch sacrificed himself, but even so, without his existence, how long could the Golden Crow clan survive? Here, there is no demon emperor except for the third uncle and ancestor, how can he be able to defeat those demons outside?

However, there is really no other way for the Golden Crow clan.

What they are facing now is a desperate situation, and there is no hope.

After the golden crow, Lu Xuan could still see some women holding small golden crows, those golden crows had not yet been able to practice, could not turn into human form, and looked extremely immature.

If he hadn't appeared in the Shaojiao World, I'm afraid the Golden Crow Clan would definitely not last for a year.

Lu Xuan suddenly stepped forward and said loudly: "I have a way to save your patriarch, this day of the Great Sacrifice, let's stop it immediately." ”

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of golden crows suddenly looked at Lu Xuan.

The blood glittered in those golden eyes, and it was obvious that all the golden crows were infected by ghosts, even if they hadn't gone crazy yet, they were almost there.

Wu San also stood up excitedly, and said loudly: "Fellow clansmen, I am Wu San, do you remember that guy who did nothing back then? This senior Lu really has a way to deal with ghosts! The patriarch can't die in vain, with him, only our Jinwu clan can have hope!"

However, no Jin Wuken believed Lu Xuan and Wu San, and one of the closest Jin Crows was even more furious, and said sharply: "Whoever dares to interrupt the Sunfall Festival is an insult to the entire Jin Crow clan!"

He ignored Wu San, but slapped Lu Xuan with a palm.

This golden crow is full of seven pinnacle realms, and it is angry and angry, and the sound is like thunder.

Lu Xuan was a little helpless, facing the seven-rank demon king, especially a three-legged golden crow, he didn't dare to be careless.

The Immortal Slayer Sword suddenly fell, with the power of splitting the sky, it was the sword intent of King's Landing, and at that moment, even the entire sea of fire was separated in half. Lu Xuan felt that the Immortal Slaughter Sword in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and there was endless suction around the sword body, as if even the void was absorbed into it, and at that moment, the entire sea of fire was almost divided into two.

There was a loud bang.

The golden crow sprayed blood wildly and flew away, but it couldn't match the might of Lu Xuan's sword.