After doing this, the tall and lanky young man carefully groped for every stone on the four walls to see if he could find the lucky door to the "Red Flame Mountain Range" that had been passed down from generation to generation in the family.

Legend has it that the ancestor of the family, the master of the Hundred Refining Pavilion of the Immortal Cultivation Giant "Lingdan Peak", was tens of thousands of years ago, when he entered the secret outer perimeter of the East Lake as a disciple of the Qi Refining Period, he was able to enter the legendary "Red Flame Mountain Range" through a secret door in the basement, and was extremely lucky to obtain the Cold Fire Appreciation Artifact.

Of course, this kind of secret, which was listed as a first-class secret by the Yun family of the Falling Star Valley, of course, could only be known by a few of the most core disciples in the family.

As a descendant of the slender and tall young Yun family, he was only told about such family secrets a few days before entering the secret realm. Previously, like others, he only knew that his ancestor Yun Fei had obtained the supreme artifact - Cold Fire Jian in the East Lake Trial with his creation against the sky ten thousand years ago. As for the details, they are vague.

In the 10,000 years of participating in the follow-up trials, when facing the thick poison of the fire miasma in the "Red Flame Mountain Range" area, they all sighed that the "Cold Fire Jian" divine soldier was really something that could not be encountered.

After killing the dark blue river mussel demon beast under the "Taiyi Green Scale Sword", he simply cleaned up the battlefield, and Zhao Yingluo hurriedly ran in the direction of the cave.

Like the tall and thin young man, Zhao Ying had been standing in a similar stone chamber after winding along the dark red spiral stone steps for nearly an hour. Unlike the tall and thin young man, Zhao Yingluo seems to be not very interested in the exquisite materials used in the stone room, and the exquisite workmanship of incense burners, oil lamps and other utensils for daily use.

On the contrary, he showed great interest in the clusters of smoke and mist carved on the stone wall. I saw his slender and powerful fingers following the lines of the flames on the stone wall, and after caressing these clusters of flame totems one by one, Zhao Yingluo sat cross-legged in front of the stone wall, feeling the slightest coolness from the place where his back fitted with the stone wall.

Unconsciously, the Cold Flame Gong actually worked on its own in his body, and at the same time, Zhao Yingluo felt that he was also in a sea of fire. In front of his eyes and body were full of raging flames, he wanted to move, but found that his legs and feet weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move at all, and wanted to shout, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound. Desperate and helpless in the sea of fire, he could only wait for the moment when the ashes were extinguished.

The wait is long, especially when you know that you are waiting for death. When Zhao Yingluo changed from the initial fright and fear to the current insensitivity and almost collapsed, a warm breath mixed with coldness escaped from the stabbing soul, silently protecting Zhao Yingluo's heart, accompanied by an old sigh.

Zhao Yingluo, who was already drenched in cold sweat, finally opened his eyes with difficulty, and after wiping the cold sweat on his forehead at will, Zhao Yingluo, who staggered to his feet, threw a pitch-black flame burning in the palm of his left hand to the broken copper lamp on the dark red stone table, and before the black flame burned to the stone table, a pale white flame curled out from the copper lamp, and at the same time the copper lamp was lit, the brilliance formed a flame shield as thin as a cicada's wings.