The endless sea of fire roared, and under the impact of the barefoot and red-eyed man, the sound of thudding echoed, and when the figures behind all pulled closer, its deity was less than three feet away from the wind.

He stood there so quietly, as if he had melted into the sea of fire, in the dark red and purple vacuum, like a mountain, blocking the wind from continuing to escape.

"Get out of the way!" Feng Qingyang shouted angrily, his hands pinched, his eyes were red, and he couldn't care about it a lot, the people he met in the Taihao Immortal Hall were all from a single background, since this was the case, then kill all the people in front of him.

The silence of the monstrous killing swept the other party under the outburst, but at the moment when he was about to contact the other party's door, the barefoot man just waved his hand lightly.

With this wave, it was as if the canopy of heaven was torn open, and after being shattered, it turned into countless pieces of residue and rolled in all directions, and after it was broken, the figure he was originally standing behind had suddenly appeared in front of Feng Qingyang.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang could see clearly, this barefoot and red-eyed man, holding a ball of light in his hand, looked slightly similar to the supernatural power that he was initially pursuing, but it was not so dazzling, and it was faintly emitting light in his palm, beating slightly, like a cute elf.

His strange gaze looked in all directions, and after sweeping for a while, he finally stopped at Feng Qingyang, this hateful bastard boy, not only disturbed his sleep, but also wanted to enter his secret room, didn't he know that he was the master of this place?

"Boy, where did you come from and where are you going?"

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows and twisted a pimple, but did not speak, just looked at him directly, this big man appeared very suddenly, and in this world of fire, it was like walking in his own back garden.

Who is he? Is he the guardian of the Taihao Immortal Palace, or is it ?...... Suddenly, he was shaken, and something seemed to come to his mind, so that when he looked at the other party again, there was already a lingering shock in his eyes.

Perhaps seeing Feng Qingyang's thoughts, this barefoot and bare-eyed man also fell into silence, and thousands of years passed quietly, for a great power like him, silence was just a deep cultivation.

However, after his silence, the light in his palm suddenly beat violently, as if he had a spirit, and he especially didn't like this cold atmosphere, and under the beating, it flew out of his hand, surrounding the wind Qingyang.

The moment of contact, the hair on the body of the wind was clear, what kind of existence is this? The breath emitted is the unique breath of the Xuanhuang Land, and it can also be called the immortal qi.

It is extremely rich, maybe the so-called immortal qi is just a level higher than the aura, or it may be a kind of cultivation qi refined by the people here themselves, under the diffuse, there is a faint whistling sound in the ears, and the light cluster that seems to slowly rotate around itself is actually doing the operation of its own inside, Ge's, a cold snort came, and the rotating light group froze for an instant, and then flashed back to the palm of the big man.

"It's not like I haven't seen anyone before, aren't you ashamed of me?"

The light group jumped for half a minute, and it seemed that he didn't like Dahan's words, and a majestic aura was released on it in an instant, and it instantly merged into the sea of fire in all directions.

"I see!" After seeing this scene, Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and he had an answer in his heart, he finally knew the origin of the sea of fire, it turned out that it was all spread by this big man and the light group, at first he thought that the light group was a supreme dao weapon, but now it seems that it is not just a dao weapon.

"Lao Tzu still doesn't like silence, since there are people, then you have to play with me for a while. The big man muttered to himself, suddenly raised his head and grabbed Feng Qingyang's shoulder, like an eagle holding a chick in his mouth, and galloped towards the purple area.

It's just that the power that is inadvertently revealed makes Feng Qingyang feel desperate, this kind of strength, he seems to have only seen a little bit in the Holy Ancestor, or even surpasses it.

Everywhere he passed, there was a raging fire, and the purple area appeared more violent and intense, and when he was about to touch the darkness in the very center, the light in his hand rushed forward, only to hear a click, as if the locked door suddenly opened, and a green light covered the heavens and the earth in an instant.

All of this was done in a very short time, and even the entire sky, and the flames burning in all directions, disappeared with this click, and in its place, another vast cave.

In the small cave, there is no cave, and the gray feeling of spreading is like the heaviness of opening the world and the rebirth of chaos, but this gray fog will not affect the vision, and it can even be ignored.

After the clouds and mist on both sides of the cave rolled and merged with the chaotic qi in the center, in an instant, it made the cave have a refreshing feeling, and even turned into a storm, directly washing the wind Qingyang up and down.

On the innermost side of the cave, on the mirror-like wall, there is an eight-foot painting, which is also full of smoke, and it is faintly visible that there seems to be a small bridge in the fog, and the small bridge is dark red, with a kind of vicissitudes of time.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a little similar, as if he had experienced it somewhere, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, isn't this the small bridge he walked through when he entered the ancient tomb?

On the bridge, there is a woman in ancient costume, the ancient costume reveals an alternative purity, the woman stands quietly on the bridge with an umbrella, it seems to be just a painting, but for some reason, Feng Qingyang always feels that she is alive.

In a distraction, he felt that the woman in the painting smiled at him, this time, he was shocked, and he shivered coldly, not because he was afraid, but because this strange atmosphere made him feel like he wanted to blow everything here.

But whether it is the man in the fog, or the barefoot and red-eyed man who is now standing quietly next to the picture scroll, the feeling of giving the wind is so weird, he thought about escaping, but under the pressure of the other party's diffusion, he knows that all this is in vain, since he can't escape, then simply break off the idea of escaping, it is better to prepare for the unknown and prepare the mentality for the next thing.

"You are very strong, really strong, and in time, you will definitely surpass me, and even all the powerhouses in the Xuanhuang Land. The big man reached out lovingly and stroked the person in the scroll, raised his head and whispered, he didn't look at Feng Qingyang, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

With this sound, the scroll gradually disappeared into the mist, and there was no trace of it in sight, and even the strange atmosphere on it disappeared, replaced by silence.

It was as quiet as death, so quiet that he didn't breathe, and for a while, the real cave was filled with silence.