Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info here is a volcano thousands of miles away from Jiayuan City, in the churning molten mountain wall, there are countless natural caves.

Inside one of the larger caves, Bai Ye sat there.

Killing the blue-shirted boy, Bai Ye's divine sense swept the treasure bag he had taken, and his heart was immediately shocked wildly, and even his pale face was flushed due to the stimulation of the desolate Ding and the drying up of the Dan Sea.

He swallowed a handful of spiritual power recovery pills, and without saying a word, he turned around and left, with a sense of impatience on his face.

When passing through this huge volcano, the blood of the fire phoenix suddenly jumped, and immediately flew out of the desolate ding, and when Bai Ye was startled, the blood had already burned and fell towards the volcano.

The sound of clay pot chattering reappears.

"Xiaobai, your creation is really only a little worse than the ancestor, there is still a fire spirit here, but when you meet the true fire spirit, hahaha, it's miserable..."

When Bai Ye heard this, he frowned, and there was a doubt in his heart, "Fire Spirit?"

"This is a rare tonic for that drop of blood, I think back then, the ancestor just devoured a lot, the spirit of the origin, only to become so handsome and chic, fascinated by the first beauty of the Nine Realms Yun Xian, appeared in his heart, took the initiative to request..."

Automatically ignoring the second half of the clay pot, Bai Ye understood that this place seemed to be beneficial to the phoenix blood, and the hesitation was only fleeting, and his body immediately flew towards the volcano as well.

Even if there are no such words, Bai Ye still has to go down to check, that drop of blood belongs to the fire phoenix that should not exist in this world, even if it is currently unknown for use, it cannot be abandoned.

At this moment, Bai Ye's gaze fell not far away, and the phoenix blood hanging above the magma revealed a strangeness.

Just because there, a stream of white Ye can be felt, belonging to the fluctuation of fire, floating out of the magma in a trace, absorbed by that drop of blood, or perhaps more rather, devoured.

This makes that drop of phoenix blood seem to be pleasant, and this wonderful induction, through the desolate ding, can be directly felt by Bai Ye.

Therefore, I immediately decided that I would no longer rush back to the valley of no return, but choose to stay here.

After observing for a while, Bai Ye remembered, and as soon as Yu Lan Shirt's treasure bag divine sense swept away, his eyes immediately became hot, and even his mouth was dry.

This dryness is not due to the scorching heat of the magma, but to the heart's beating too violently.

With a wave of Bai Ye's big sleeves, the treasure bag immediately appeared, and countless dazzling spirit stones flew out and landed in front of him, but in a moment, almost all of them filled the cave.

At this moment, Bai Ye was like being in a mountain of spirit stones.

His breath was short, his heart was pounding, as if he was about to jump out, and he muttered in his mouth: "I made a lot of money, I really made a lot of money this time, I am afraid there are not more than a dozen... Hundreds of thousands of spirit stones..."

"Isn't it just a little garbage spirit stone, it makes you excited to be like this bird, thinking about the ancestral shrine back then..."

The clay pot sneered, with intense contempt and disdain, and stabbed again.

At the same time, a terrifying aura rushed out of the clay pot and fell directly into the volcanic magma, with a killing and ruthless sound.

"Hundred Days Fire Spirit, if you don't agree, the Ancestor will kill you directly!"

It's just that this breath and sound, Bai Ye can't perceive it, and it can't be heard, it doesn't seem to exist in this space.

When this consciousness suddenly appeared, the chatter of the clay pot suddenly stopped, and fell silent, and after a moment, a languishing sound echoed inside the clay pot.

"The ancestor has lost a lot, I hope I can scare this fire spirit, or I can only run away, his grandmother's, the seal of this old thing is too powerful, I want to be the ancestor..."

This voice was also inaudible to Bai Ye, and at this moment, he was immersed in a huge euphoria, even if he didn't feel the sudden silence of the clay pot.

This spirit stone is not a few hundred thousand as he estimated, but a million, a whole million spirit stones.

You must know that the spirit stones of Zhao Tong and others were sold in Wanbaolou, but it only made him, after buying Po Erdan, have a slight surplus.

From this, it can also be seen that the embarrassment of scattered cultivation, and at this moment, in front of Bai Ye, there are millions of spirit stones.

"For others, spirit stones are an aid to cultivation, but for me, they are cultivation, so much... Can I make my cultivation...?"

At this moment, Bai Ye's gaze revealed an extremely bright light.

After a long time, Bai Ye calmed down from this intense excitement.

A crystal elixir appeared in his hand, and immediately a strange fragrance filled the entire cave.

"This is Tsukidan?! I have seen this kind of elixir in Jiayuan City, and it requires 100,000 spirit stones."

At this moment, sitting on a million spirit stones, it made him appear calm in the face of Tsukidan.

At this time, the word "Ya" imprinted on the epidermis of the pill fell into Bai Ye's eyes, which couldn't help but make him a little confused, but he didn't care, and put it in the treasure bag casually.

Then, Bai Ye found a lot from the treasure bag, including magic weapons and unknown sundries.

One of them was a three-inch jet-black sword, exuding an extremely cold aura.

Bai Ye only used a little spiritual power to urge, and this three-inch ink sword pierced through the volcanic stone wall several feet thick.

As for those unknown sundries, there were three that aroused Bai Ye's curiosity.

One of them, a foot long, resembles a withered branch, and on the branch hangs a shriveled fruit, and the consciousness falls, and it is impossible to enter.

This made him rub for a long time, using a variety of methods, and still getting nothing.

Bai Ye remembered the "well-informed" of the clay pot, and had the heart to ask, but every time he thought of it, after opening three or two sentences, this thing became a thorny boast, and the words were endless, and the corners of Bai Ye's eyes twitched.

"It seems better to be quiet."

And the other two, one is a green bead, verdant, exuding the smell of grass and trees, I don't know what it is used for, and the other is like a beast's tendon, extremely tough.

When Bai Ye put away all the spirit stones, magic weapons, etc., a jade slip appeared in his hand.

When the divine consciousness fell, Bai Ye's heart was excited again, and several techniques of the Tianlan Temple were recorded in it, especially the blue-shirted young man's flame of destroying Lan Li, the technique of swallowing the sky.

As time passed, Bai Ye's face became more and more excited, and after a long time, when the divine consciousness withdrew from the jade jian, this expression became shocked.

"This technique has such a origin..."

It is recorded in the jade slip that thousands of years ago, several ancestors of the Tianlan Temple, at the cost of their lives, brought out the skin with a width of their fingers from a terrifying place, and imprinted half of the mysterious veins on it.

Later, a Tianjiao appeared in the Tianlan Temple, who comprehended this half of the pattern for thousands of years, realized a technique, named Swallowing the Sky, and turned into a heritage.

When this Tianjiao, after imprinting the technique of swallowing the sky on the ancestral land of the temple, he sprayed several mouthfuls of blood and shouted wildly, "This is a great supernatural power, but unfortunately it is not complete, only half a line, it's a pity!" Then, he died of exhaustion.

Therefore, this heaven-swallowing technique cannot be comprehended by non-talented and extremely talented disciples in the Tianlan Temple.

The talent of the blue-shirted young man Yan Ning is not the best in the Tianlan Temple, but he is the youngest son of the master of the temple, and he is extremely favored.

And everyone in the Tianlan Temple didn't know that this Yan Ning was the moment, and it took five years to comprehend this technique, and it took five years to imprint the Heaven Swallowing Technique in the ancestral land.

Similarly, Bai Ye didn't know this, and at this moment he was completely immersed in the mysteries of this technique.

"According to this technique, the blue-shirted young man who broke the flame of Lan Li was actually the fur enlightenment... However, because of me, I have participated in the Taoist scriptures and Taoist character immortal patterns, so it is not too difficult to understand..."

After a long time, Bai Ye's eyes flashed with a strange light, and his face showed a different color, as if he had gained something.

Then, after observing for a while, the drop of phoenix blood floating above the magma revealed a deep groan.

"The aura of this place is not inferior to the valley, and it can be regarded as hidden..."

After a while, Bai Ye got up, arranged it again at the mouth of the cave, and when he turned around and sat down, he took out Po Erdan.

"My tenth-layer realm is complete, this pill can help break through, and there are millions of spirit stones, I don't know what kind of realm I will push my cultivation to..."

Immediately, Bai Ye put Po Erdan in his mouth, closed his eyes, and ran the Dao Tibetan Sutra.

After a few hours, the cave roared and rumbled, but because the entrance to the cave was hazy and isolated, it would not come out.

And just when Bai Ye was retreating in the cave, under the magma, a pair of terrifying eyes stared at the drop of phoenix blood.