Zhao Yingluo "escaped with his sword", all the way south, and after skillfully avoiding the location where several high-level demon beasts were entrenched, he finally noticed the scorching breath that seemed to be there in the air around him.

It seems that the destination of his trip, the Red Flame Ze, is not far away. After combing along the way, he already had a general grasp of this swampy place: perennial fire miasma, fire poison domineering and weird, and it was difficult for leisure to enter it;

Among the Yun family's harvest here, the most envied by others is the "Cold Fire Jian" who shook the immortal world, and this opportunity fell on "Yun Jin" at that time.

As the so-called three-year-old sees the old, this Yun Jin has a great opportunity when he is just starting out, and since then, he has been even more smooth sailing in the way of cultivating immortals, and now he is a great monk who has moved the Northern Yi Kingdom. Moreover, as far as Zhao Yingluo knew, although the lord of the Falling Star Valley was Yun Duo, the person at the helm of the East Lake Yun family was Yun Jin, who was also the master of the elixir peak of the Hundred Refining Pavilion.

"Cloud Ring, Cold Fire ······" Thinking of this, Zhao Yingluo's calm and deep eyes flashed a trace of imperceptible fiery color. As far as he knew from his grandmother and sister, there was not much news of the existence of this cold fire, and the few poor places were not allowed to go unless they were supernatural powers.

Like the Earth Flame Iron Cold Flame that he has now, it is his grandmother's great supernatural power, which took nearly 10,000 years and several setbacks, and finally obtained it by chance.

And more than 10,000 years ago, Yun Jin actually obtained the supreme divine soldier "Cold Fire Jian" with the cultivation of the Qi Refining Period, how could this not make Zhao Ying, who was also in the "Qi Refining Period" at this time, look familiar with his heartbeat? What's more, what he majored in was still a rare fire attribute exercise in the world-"Cold Flame Gong".

After practicing this exercise for a long time, he naturally knew how much fire and flame such as cold fire and cold flame would benefit him. Therefore, after making a rough estimate of the harvest of this trip, and feeling that the spiritual grass and spiritual materials he obtained before were enough, he rushed towards this "Red Flame Ze" with the intention of trying it out.

At this time, on that inconspicuous hill, the Wen Tengjiao brother and sister were carefully collecting more than a dozen bright yellow grasses that exuded fluctuations of rich earth attribute spiritual power by the cold moonlight.

The dozen or so grasses were only an inch tall and short, and each of them had three or four thick and thin leaves as wide and narrow as two fingers, and they were covered with circles of silver veins like annual rings.

Wen Tengjiao could see clearly, and the fluctuation of the rich earth attribute spiritual power near the left was emanating from that vein. After a long period of busyness, more than a dozen spirit grasses had been hidden into a foot-long earthy yellow flat box.

Wen Tengjiao cherished the narrow box and hid it in the Qiankun bag he was wearing, and unexpectedly released seven young berserk bears from the bulging spirit beast bag hanging around his waist.

The bears were slightly familiar with the surrounding environment, and after a few circles around the two brothers and sisters affectionately, they were attracted by the rich earth-attribute spiritual power emanating from the two remaining spirit grasses near the cave.

At first, the seven fluffy bears were lying down together next to the two remaining "bear bile plants", playing happily and playing. Soon, however, a bear, which was noticeably taller, began to grin and growl in an attempt to drive its companions away from the place one by one.

Attracted by the rich earth-attribute aura around them, the remaining bears refused to give in, so an inevitable fight began.

The king was defeated, and with a relatively weak cub, he was defeated one after another. The bear, who was obviously taller and stronger, was in front of the cave, looking up to the sky and roaring lowly, as if to assert his sovereignty.

Seeing this, Wen Tengjiao's brother and sister glanced at each other with a wry smile. From each other's faces and eyes, what they read is clear: sigh and helplessness.

Although this scene in front of them is out of the nature of demon beasts, once faced with the same amount of temptation, as the "primates of all things", how should they decide?

Located in the depths of the "Red Flame Ze" in the southern part of the secret outer perimeter of the East Lake, a tall and thin young man was driving a three-legged copper furnace and fighting with three fiery red giant wolves.

These three fire-attribute demon beasts are all cultivators with the peak of the first-level late stage, and in the depths of the fire where the miasma of fire poison is everywhere, the arrogance is particularly arrogant.

Under this normal situation, it is really rare for a young man who has cultivated to only the tenth level of the Qi refining period to be able to defeat one enemy and three without falling behind.

But seeing the three-legged copper furnace that he was urging with all his might, with the blessing of several fiery red spells, even three wisps of pure white flames roared out from around the half-hidden furnace lid.

"Disease". In the midst of the loud shouts, the three wisps of flame immediately transformed into three blazing white firebirds, screaming and swooping towards the three furious flame wolves.

For a while, the wolf howled, the fire rained all over the sky, and finally the three firebirds finally killed the three flame wolves under the sharp beak and claws under the blessing of the tall and thin young man who did not hesitate to lose the true yuan, and spit out several mouthfuls of essence blood.

After briefly cleaning the battlefield and putting the three wolf skins and a few wolf teeth into the Qiankun bag of the accessories he carried, the tall and thin young man entered the cave that was desperately guarded by the three flame wolves.

In the southern part of the secret outer perimeter of the East Lake, in the thick fire poison miasma in the depths of the Red Flame Ze, a young man of ordinary stature was walking slowly and cautiously. The swampy swamp beneath its feet, with its occasional grayish-brown blisters, seemed to be ready to devour at any moment, like a hungry beast.

The miasma of fire poison that was so thick and poisonous around it was probably formed by the clusters of gray-brown blisters that had surged from the depths of the swamp and had burst on their own.

Smelling the rotten and pungent smell of sulfur around him, Zhao Yingluo, who was walking slowly from himself, couldn't help frowning again. Even the scorching iron and cold flames of the land were blessed in front of him, and the thorn-like flame shield that Yu Pei said to hold up on his body could not move away from the miasma of fire poison that was thick like water. After a little groaning, he sacrificed the dilapidated, quaint, and broken sword spine of the "Taiyi Green Scale Sword" to the void in front of him.