As soon as Zhao Yingluo stepped out of the dark and dim underground passage, he whispered a spell in his mouth, and held up a pale white thorn-like flame shield on his body.

Although this "dragon breath" cold flame is light and ethereal, it has a natural restraint effect on the dense and indissolvable fire poison miasma around it.

Of course, he also got this from the memory of the gray-robed old man's phantom that he had refined.

After the tidal tripod was sacrificed, he was guided by the vision provided by the "Sea Caller's Eye", and he hurried towards a teleportation circle not too far away.

According to the yellowed catalogue that depicts the geographical situation of the mountains and rivers surrounding the secret outer perimeter of the East Lake, there are always several teleportation circles here, which can lead to the left side of the ruined temple. The destination of his trip was one of them.

In the depths of the fire miasma, Zhao Ying fell from the underground stone chamber not long after he left. On the wall on the west side of it, about a height of one person, suddenly in the midst of the brilliance, a landscape painting scroll splashed with ink appeared.

For the east of the big river, the background of the water and the sky is the same color, and what is set off is a big mountain that is higher than the cloud surface, and the clouds on it are covered with fog, and it is almost invisible. The cliff halfway up the mountainside is quite eye-catching, its appearance is smoky, cloudy, and unpredictable, and its body is unpredictable, and the end is to give people a sense of majestic magnificence.

This picture scroll, after the change of light and shadow, was replaced by a barren landscape of mountains and rivers and thousands of miles of red land. A fiery red cloud floated out of it, and it turned into a thin old man with a flat nose and a wide mouth, describing the withered old man.

When the sleeves of the robe flickered, the bronze ancient lamp on the dark red stone table was ingested into his hand.

In a few moments, his face changed in a moment of uncertainty, and in a fit of rage, he smashed the lamp into the corner of the wall. At the same time, the coercion on his body rose by interception.

In the secret room, after a burst of intense mana fluctuations, a five-colored giant hand suddenly appeared, with monstrous coercion, towards the withered old man, angrily slapped away.

With a light sigh, the old man turned into that red cloud again, and retreated into the picture scroll of thousands of miles of red land. In the picture scroll, he straightened his messy robe in embarrassment, and said angrily: "This damn cultivation is forbidden." Gray fox, no matter how far you hide in the ends of the earth, this seat will also crush your bones and scatter ashes. ”

The five-colored giant hand, after missing the blow, immediately collapsed, and the void near its left also shattered inch by inch. And the huge picture scroll hanging high on the wall was the old man with a slumped nose and a wide mouth, and after turning away, he disappeared into the stone wall and disappeared.

On the east side of the fire miasma is the winding coastline.

Zhao Yingluo, who had already changed the shocking sword escape technique to a sword, looked at the vast smoke in the distance, and then stopped on the soft, warm sand by the sea.

Greedily breathing in the refreshing wet and salty breath of the seaside, looking at the blue sea in the distance, thinking of the despair when he encountered the giant clam demon beast in the fire, and the joy when he obtained the inheritance of the ancient forbidden art. At this time, Zhao Yingluo has a sense of being a human being in those two lives.