Chapter 153: The Unlucky Old Dragon's Head

Only the fluff of the length of the little finger looked very ordinary, but it exuded a strange aura, and Xiang Yang sensed this aura before stopping.

It was the induction from the Samadhi Burning Heaven Technique, but Xiang Yang looked over and over for a long time but couldn't see any clues, but the whole strange bird turned into red slurry, and the only thing left was this small fluff, it was impossible to say that it was not weird, but now was not the time to dig into the roots, so he directly put it away and continued to move forward.

According to the records on the jade slip, it was only after five thousand miles that he could really enter the core area, and now he was more than halfway there, but Xuanlong Hantian in front of him had gone further, and it was time to catch up.

The appearance of this strange bird dispelled Xiang Yang's idea of continuing to temper, every time he had to rely on heaven and earth treasures to lure, no matter how many fire-type treasures he had in hand, he couldn't withstand such consumption.

He still has a lot of charms sent by the old pen, according to him, they all have the power of the Nine Rotation Period, but this thing is also a consumable, and if you use one, you will have one less, and there are so many monsters in this magma sea, and if you use them all, you can't control the big thing.

Now that he had made up his mind, a faint red light lit up all over his body.

Now that Xiang Yang has risen sharply, after this tempering, the operation of the Samadhi Burning Heaven Technique has become more and more proficient, and his control of the Samadhi True Fire is also much more handy.

Here, the fire system vitality is endless, with fire spells, as long as it is not a fierce battle, there is no need to worry about consumption at all, Xiang Yang directly used the Samadhi True Fire to lay a thin flame barrier outside the body, covering up all his breath, and sure enough, it didn't take long for those magma monsters from afar to lose their goals and disperse one after another.

Xiang Yang was happy, the method mentioned on the jade slip was really effective.

Without the entanglement of the monster, his speed of progress suddenly accelerated, and in just half a day's effort, he shortened the distance between him and Xuanlong Yutian to one hundred and ten miles.

The stone bridge was straight forward, unobstructed above, and in front of him, Xuanlong Haneda had already noticed him, glanced back from a distance, and then buried his head and ran up.

The old dragon head shouted in the sea of his knowledge: "Hurry up! There is only one inheritance of this inheritance! If he gets it, you will die without a place to be buried!"

Thinking of the tired corpses on the stone platform when he first entered the trial, Xuanlong Yutian couldn't help but stand on end, this time it was no longer perfunctory, and he really rushed forward desperately.

However, after more than 100 miles of progress, he entered the magma sea for 4,000 miles, although there was an old dragon's head to help him hide his breath, and there were no monsters attacking, but the scorching temperature had reached a point that he could not bear, just took a step, he jumped up with a snort, and hurriedly retreated.

All the weapons on his body have long been reduced to ashes, and his clothes, shoes and socks have also burned a few essences, and now he is a naked one, and when he stepped on it just now, it was like stepping directly on the red-hot charcoal, and the sharp pain that pierced his heart almost made him faint directly.

Although he is not welcomed in the dynasty, after all, he is also a dignified prince, and he is pampered on weekdays, where has he suffered so much?

When the old dragon head saw that he had stopped here, he scolded: "Little rabbit cub, what are you rubbing!? You are an immortal cultivator in the god transformation stage, and you have the blood of my ancestor, this temperature will not kill you! Don't hurry up! That kid is about to catch up!"

The old dragon head was honest this time, he had also injected his own origin essence blood into Xuanlong Hantian's body, but because his body was too weak and his blood was too thin, most of the essence blood was still latent.

"If you don't want me to die, you should try it yourself! I'm afraid that the soles of your feet will be cooked before you take a few steps!

Seeing Xiang Yang's figure getting closer and closer, the old dragon head suddenly became anxious, you know, he doesn't have much friendship with the one here, the only thing he relies on is that he helped others back then, and the relationship between the queen and this one is much closer, if Xiang Yang really catches up with the front, maybe there will be a token given to him by the cheap woman, and there may be some moths at that time.

But he is now just a weak immortal, he has not recovered much in a few days, and he can't directly hurt Xuanlong Yutian before he gets the inheritance, and there is really nothing he can do for a while, so he can only watch Xiang Yang run over from far and near.

He can be regarded as having fallen for eight lifetimes, and the plan at the beginning fell short at the last moment, and then he finally escaped the catastrophe by the sky, and the back hand that was originally arranged also came in handy, and he broke into the ninety-nine passes into the mountain gate trial.

This road has been smooth and smooth to this point, seeing that there is only a thousand miles ahead, as long as you pass this level, the inheritance will be at your fingertips.

You know, he is 90% sure of the ninety-ninth level!

But I didn't expect that this junior who possessed his soul would be so useless...

Although Xuanlong Haneda is arrogant, he is not stupid, he just feels that going forward is a dead end, and if he stays here, he may still have a glimmer of life.

He knows Xiang Yang's temper, and he takes care of the people he knows well, even if he gets the inheritance, he may not lose his life, it is really more unreliable than this sneaky old man who shouts all day long in the sea of knowledge...

Sure enough, when Xiang Yang ran to his side, he glanced at him and rushed straight inside, without the slightest intention of making a move towards him.

For Xiang Yang, His Royal Highness the Prince really doesn't pose much of a threat, now that the Dragon Emperor has possessed his soul, the host cannot get out if he doesn't die, and it is said that in this trial place, existences like the Dragon Emperor and the Phoenix Queen cannot directly erase the trialists, in this case, it is not bad to turn him into a place where the Dragon Emperor is imprisoned, and when he gets the inheritance, he can't escape his palm anyway.

When he passed by Xuanlong Hantian's side, he paused slightly, and directly transmitted his spiritual sense: "Brother Haneda, you know that the old ghost in the sea is ready to take your soul, be careful... ”

While transmitting the sound, he rushed forward non-stop, and stepped into the place where Fang Caixuan Long Yutian passed only a slight pause, and after a while, he was already far away.

After receiving the transmission, Xuanlong Yutian's face changed slightly, if the old dragon's head fairy spirit was intact, this kind of spiritual sense transmission would naturally not be able to hide from him, but the current situation, but he was not aware of it at all, and could only keep roaring in the sea of knowledge: "Hurry up! Hurry up and keep up! If you are inherited by this kid, you will have no way to live!"

But no matter how much he roared, Xuanlong Haneda didn't take a step...

Ahead, Xiang Yang's figure had already turned into a small black dot.

The harshness of the environment within four thousand miles was actually beyond Xiang Yang's expectations, and Split Mountain Gang could only block the attack, but he couldn't stop this ubiquitous heat, but his physical strength far exceeded that of Xuanlong Hantian, and his willpower was also extremely tenacious, and he actually withstood it hard.

The scene of the gravity zone reappeared, and after a hundred miles, the temperature rose again, and the roots of the hair that had already withered and yellow were broken, and they were already burning before they landed...

Two hundred miles later, every step fell as if he had stepped on a coal, and the sharp pain from the soles of his feet caused him to stumble a few steps, but he quickly adjusted, and continued to run forward step by step, each step leaving a deep blood watermark on the stone bridge, which evaporated in an instant.

Three hundred miles... Four hundred miles... Five hundred miles!

Every hundred miles he advanced, the torment became even worse, and at six hundred miles, the skin on his body began to fester, but fortunately the temperature was too high, and the blood that oozed out quickly dried up, forming a brown scar on the outside of the wound...