Maybe the Spirit Pattern Flying Ants also have concerns, when they can be seen everywhere in the Northern Barbarian Wilderness, but only Purple Flame Mountain does not have even a single Spirit Pattern Flying Ant.

This shows that the strength of the Purple Flame Mountain Beast may be stronger than that of the Spirit Pattern Flying Ants, which is also the reason why the Spirit Pattern Flying Ants dare not set foot in it. But Mo Jiao can't take care of it much, and now there are not many routes to escape, from his Panlong City across the North Sea, a few months of effort can reach the Xituo Pure Land or directly to the immortal realm.

However, as long as he dares to go out of the North Sea, it is estimated that the Dragon King of the North Sea will report his news. In the past, there was Jade Emperor Mountain in Beihai, and Jade Emperor Mountain was more dangerous than any other place in Mo Jiao's eyes, and this road would definitely not work.

And the Pure Land of Xituo is not to mention, the Buddhas over there like to catch strange beasts as mounts, think about their own dignified demon kings, in charge of a large realm, if they become mounts and do not become a laughing stock?

Therefore, the Pure Land of Sita will not work.

Of course, he could also use the teleportation array to reach the Nine Fox Mountain or Fuhu Ridge, and then transfer to the Hao Emperor Dynasty or the Red Moon Dynasty. However, in the current situation, the two places have become dangerous places, and countless Spirit Pattern Flying Ants have already occupied these two places, unless he is afraid of his long life before escaping from these two places.

As for the direction further north, it has been shrouded in the black qi of the forest all the year round, and even the demon clan is reluctant to set foot in it, so it will not be considered. Therefore, Mo Jiao can only enter the Purple Flame Mountain now to see if there is a way to escape from the Purple Flame Mountain to the territory of the Immortal Realm?

Once the direction is determined, the speed of the Spirit Pattern Flying Ant will naturally not be able to catch up with Mo Jiao. And the first few days before Mo Jiao entered the Purple Flame Mountain, he didn't encounter any danger, as if those terrifying rumors were all false. He didn't notice anything unusual except that the surface temperature was unusually high and there was no grass.

In this way, Mo Jiao's vigilance gradually relaxed. After this situation lasted for more than ten days, Mo Jiao finally couldn't stand it anymore. After all, he is a water-attribute demon beast, although he has achieved cultivation. No longer dependent on water, but he has a natural aversion to fire. At this moment, the temperature on the surface was getting higher and higher, and even if he tried his best to resist, he felt that his skin was extremely hot, and his mouth was dry.

Not to mention the other demon beasts he brought, some of them have fallen behind, and some of them are gritting their teeth and struggling to resist, but it seems that they won't be able to support it for long.

At this time, Mo Jiao was a little desperate.

Don't. After he had a stiff relationship with Liu Chengfeng, was he doomed to a dead end?

Indeed, the extent of the destruction of the Northern Barbarian Frontier is much worse than imagined. The low-level demon cultivators had already died in the ant's mouth, and the high-level cultivators were either desperately resisting or desperately fleeing, but if they couldn't find a place to take refuge, it would be a matter of time before they hung up.

Liu Chengfeng saw that the signs were wrong, and he also led the team to escape from the Northern Barbarian Wilderness a few days ago, even ignoring the city of Chifang City, which he had worked so hard to establish.

Time. The Northern Barbarian Frontier has been reduced to a region.

Naturally, such a big thing could not be hidden from the eyes of the human monks, and the human monks shook their heads and sighed in a good way about the outbreak of a large-scale ant tide in the Northern Barbarian Wilderness, and they couldn't bear it. Some people applaud, while others feel that it is none of their business......

"King, the evil sect here is tight, and we will definitely not be able to pass through smoothly. Why don't you turn around and go back?" When he came, Mo Jiao also led a large number of backbones, about four or five hundred demon cultivators. But now. There were only seventy or eighty people with him, and it could be said that there were heavy losses, so someone made a suggestion.

Mo Jiao naturally saw the situation clearly, and now there were wolves and tigers in front of him, which made it a little difficult for him to choose. When he heard the proposal of the people under him, he also thought about it carefully, and finally came up with a way to fold in the middle, that is, the whole army retreated 10,000 li, which was equivalent to the distance of a space-time gate teleportation.

And this distance is still within the range of Purple Flame Mountain, and there are neither spirit pattern flying ants nor other creatures in this range.

But after retreating, they can only sit and wait for the ant tide to subside, which is the same as waiting for death, anyway, they are resigned to fate!

Ten thousand miles sounds like a long way away, but for their group of backbones, it is half a day's work. After retreating 10,000 miles, the temperature on the surface dropped slightly, barely enough for their backbones to accept.

However, if it takes a long time, they may go crazy, so the temporary withdrawal is only a time for rights.

Time is passing little by little, and the outbreak of ant tides has not subsided because of time, but has a tendency to become more and more intense. Whenever they encounter the breath of life, all the spirit pattern flying ants will rush up, and even the scum will eat away at it. For a time, the Northern Barbarian Frontier became hell, even more terrifying than hell.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer creatures in the Northern Barbarian Wilderness, and even flowers and trees were not spared.

During this period, Mo Jiao will also send people out to find out the news. When he got the feedback, he was glad that he had the foresight to take the lead in hiding in Purple Flame Mountain. And when some demon cultivators are cornered, they will also burrow into the Purple Flame Mountain.

At this time, who cares if Purple Flame Mountain is a forbidden land? As long as they can live one more day, they will earn it, so why should they ask for so much?

As a result, the demon cultivators of Purple Flame Mountain gathered more and more, and some of them even met Mo Jiao and others. However, Mo Jiao didn't drive people away, anyway, everyone was in trouble, why did he bother to cut off people's back roads?

Purple Flame Mountain is indeed the safest place in the Northern Barbarian Wilderness Territory, once entering Purple Flame Mountain, the Spirit Pattern Flying Ants will no longer chase after them.

Just when this group of demon cultivators who were reborn after the catastrophe began to rejoice, an accident happened. At the beginning, it was Mo Jiao who was the first to feel the abnormality. During the days of waiting, it seemed that every night he would hear a loud "boom" from underground.

When he used his divine sense to investigate, he found that the temperature under the ground was even higher, and even his divine consciousness could be incinerated.

After several days of exploration, Mo Jiao did not find the source of the sound. Another night, just as Mo Jiao fell into a state of steady, he suddenly felt the temperature on the surface rise sharply, and then there were several loud bangs, and then he saw that flames dozens of meters high began to seep out of the surface.

Fortunately, Mo Jiao's cultivation was advanced and he escaped quickly, so he escaped a catastrophe. But the realm is low, the runner is slow, and before they even have time to scream, they are engulfed in flames, and in the end, there are no scum left.

At this moment, Mo Jiao and the other demon cultivators who had taken refuge finally realized that the murderous reputation of Purple Flame Mountain was not a legend.

So under the psychology of fear, they retreated tens of thousands of miles. However, even if they retreated, in the middle of the night, there would always be an elusive flame on the surface, accompanied by a strange noise, as if to warn them of this group of demon cultivators: You have already stepped into my territory, why don't you quickly retreat? )