The flames of the sky, soaring to the sky, the sky dome is also burned red, thousands of miles of flame mountain, there is no night around, here the four seasons are like summer, a radius of a hundred miles, the earth is cracked one after another terrible cracks, from these cracks, but also from time to time erupt a scorching breath, ordinary people, simply can not live within this hundred miles.

In this thousand-mile mountain of flames, the endless flames did not know how many strong people's lives had been devoured by the Dao, and if they fell, even the bones would be burned to ashes.

However, in the midst of this sea of flames, a figure staggered inside, he fell from time to time, his body twitched for a while, then he took out an elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, and then quickly got up, and rushed into the depths.

Everything in front of him was red, Feng Hao's vision was also a little distorted by the flames, and every inch of skin and flesh on his body was scorched red by the scorching flames, just like a red-hot iron plate, faintly, and it also exuded the smell of heat and barbecue.

It's not that he didn't choose Wu Yuan, he also had an ice attribute alien nucleus in his body, but every time he burst out of Wu Yuan, he was directly pressed back by the flames, and as he came and went, the Wu Yuan in his body was quickly consumed.

At this time, he was unstoppable, the skin and flesh on his body seemed to be about to burst, and the raging flames also violently hit him, so that his movements also slowed down, and from time to time he took a few steps backwards.

However, in this flame that even the heavenly dome could burn, the faint glow on his body was extremely obvious, as if he was wearing a layer of fire-repellent robes, so that the flames could not get close to him at all.

The flames in front of him seemed to have no end, but Feng Hao didn't think of retreating, he endured the boundless burning pain, and walked towards the depths step by step.

"Hiss"

The sound of inhaling continued to come out of his mouth, his face was also red, faintly steaming, and beads of sweat were generated from the skin pores, and they were directly evaporated by the scorching heat, and a suffocation also hit.

"Phew!"

A flame rushed straight forward, and the huge force directly staggered back Feng Hao, who had almost no resistance energy, stumbled back more than a dozen steps, his heel hit a raised stone, and fell directly on his back, and suddenly, the flames on the ground were even more crazy to burn him, so that he jumped up, kept shaking his body, and inhaled cold air.

"No, it can't go on like this!"

I swallowed a cold elixir again, and within a few seconds, it was back to its original state, and the sudden and violent heating, the enjoyment can be imagined.

"Boom!"

With a ruthless heart, he took out a piece of martial crystal, and he began to slowly refine the martial crystal.

With the addition of Wu Jing's pure energy, the Wu Yuan vortex in his body that had been hollowed out rolled up again, and one after another Wu Yuan poured into the crystal alien nucleus, and with a buzzing sound, the heteronuclear shook slightly, and a Dawson cold mist spread out.

"Whoa!"

It was like sprinkling cold water on the scorching iron plate, and his whole body was making a piercing 'sizzling' sound, and at the same time, it also made him smell the cool breath.

"Rush!"

Wu Jing, he doesn't have much left, he uses it to fill Wu Yuan, this is the second time, for the sake of speed, in order to bear less pain, this is also something that can't be helped.

With the ice attribute martial yuan body, although it is scorching, it is also within the range of endurance, Feng Hao's pair of dark eyes, surrounded by the cold air of the forest, aiming in the direction, stepping on the flames, and rushing wildly.

After running at full speed for about three hours, Feng Hao also consumed a full two martial crystals, which was still under his very frugal circumstances, and finally, within his distorted vision, a group of mountains appeared.

"Whew"

Looking at the undulating bare mountains near and far, Feng Hao stopped, panting heavily, and calmed down after a while.

"Huh?"

The old man's voice was full of surprise, "I didn't expect that there would be a drought in this fire domain!"

"Dryman?!"

Hearing this name, Feng Hao's body trembled, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

It is rumored that the drought is a spirit in the flames, born for fire, and everywhere it goes, everything is burned, and it is unthinkable that it can be encountered in the flame mountain.

"Master, what should I do then?"

But all the spirits, they are all powerful people, how can they be able to compete with a great martial artist like themselves?

"What are you afraid of? You still dislike such a treasure?"

Hearing his fearful words, the old man snorted disdainfully.

"Treasures?"

Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, and then his face twitched again, and his feet jumped and jumped, and his mouth exhaled pain from time to time, until he called out a cold Wu Yuan, he calmed down a little.

"Humph!"

The Burning Elder snorted lightly, "All spirits have a essence core in their bodies, and they can at least create a medium-grade spirit weapon with the essence core." ”

"Spiritual weapons?"

Feng Hao's eyes lit up.

The level of weapons, ordinary people are all knowledgeable, general, it is an ordinary weapon, and then go up, that is a spiritual weapon, for ordinary people, a spiritual weapon, that is an unattainable thing, and then go up, that is the legendary treasure, how it works, Feng Hao can't know.

Speaking of weapons, he still doesn't have a handy, ordinary weapon, he can't withstand the thunder slash at all, and the strength of the thunder fist can't be released through the weapon, which makes him very entangled.

Back then, in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, he was very red when he saw Yan Qiong's long sword, and it was estimated that it was at least a top-grade spiritual weapon, otherwise, with the strength of her martial artist, she would not be able to threaten the great martial artist at all.

Now, after the old man mentioned that the spirit weapon needs the essence core of the spirit spirit to be refined, he knows the origin of the spirit weapon.

"At least a medium-grade spiritual weapon!"

His breath was quietly rapid, followed by a puff of pain.

"Keep walking, that dartfish should be guarding the isocrystal, tsk, the degree of this isocrystal can also be compared to your ice attribute. ”

Hearing this, Feng Hao was even more energetic, his whole body was sprayed, his feet stomped, and he was bullied again.

In the mountain range, a figure flickered, very smart.

"Whoa!"

The flames here are red and some purple and black, and the temperature is several times that of the periphery, if Feng Hao didn't have the protection of the burning elders, plus he just happened to have an ice attribute protector, it would not be an easy thing to get here.

"Is it there?"

Looking at the hole in front of him halfway up the mountainside that was spewing purple fire, Feng Hao's slightly excited heart calmed down.

His footsteps stopped, and a huge figure more than two feet tall walked out of the cave, a pair of purple-black eyes, full of tyranny, looking directly at Feng Hao!