Queen Yan and the little ginseng fruit stood on the crater of the volcano, watching Zhuge Buliang fall into it and splash a large magma flow. The little ginseng fruit said: "Can this kid return to the Flood Desolate Immortal Realm after entering Kyushu?" Looking at what he means, it seems that he also knows another way to the Immortal Realm. ”

"It's much better for him to be alone. Queen Yan sighed and said: "But I am different from the Ghost King, and we are both ghost cultivators, if we want to enter the immortal realm without being disturbed by the laws of that heaven and earth, we can only enter the reincarnation path first to be baptized, and transform the soul power in our body into another energy form." ”

The little ginseng fruit sat on Queen Yan's towering breasts and said with a smile: "This kid's cultivation is actually progressing quite quickly, I really don't know what the realm will be when we meet again next time." ”

...........

The rolling magma surrounded Zhuge Buliang, and Zhuge Buliang held up a spiritual light curtain outside his body to block the magma. The magma here is much hotter than a normal volcano. And as Queen Yan said, with every minute of depth, the heat of the magma doubles.

Zhuge Buliang slowly sank, and seven purple stars flew out above his head, and a Beidou light curtain fell to protect him in it.

Gradually, Zhuge Buliang frowned, he didn't know how deep the bottom of this volcano was, he felt that he had been sinking for about two days, and he still couldn't touch the bottom. Moreover, the magma here has turned crimson and is more than ten times hotter than in the upper layer.

"Uncle, the bottomless pit, this is .....," Zhuge Buliang said bitterly.

After another two days, the surrounding magma has turned dark purple, and the blazing erosion has been greatly enhanced, and fortunately, Zhuge Buliang is a seven-star treasure body, guarded by seven divine caves, and ordinary cultivators are afraid that they will be melted into juice on the spot when they enter here.

I don't know how long it took, the surrounding magma had almost turned black, and at this time, even Zhuge Buliang couldn't hold on. This may be the place that the ghost king didn't dare to go deep into as Queen Yan said.

And at this moment, Zhuge Buliang felt a movement in his body, and a broken knife handle flew out of it, suspended above Zhuge Buliang's head, and hummed softly.

"It?" Zhuge was stunned.

Instantly, the broken hilt suddenly burst into a burst of blue light, flying towards the depths of the black magma like a meteor. Zhuge Buliang stretched out his hand to grab the broken hilt, but the broken hilt dodged like a spiritual snake and flew straight into the depths of the magma.

Zhuge Buliang's heart moved, and he quickly followed. After about ten minutes of walking through the lava, the broken hilt stopped. At the same time, Zhuge Buliang also reached the very bottom of the magma. I saw that the broken hilt of the knife actually fell next to a black altar.

"Altar!" Zhuge Buliang was shocked, and he actually saw an altar in such a place.

I don't know how many years this black altar has been buried in the magma, and after such a long time, the altar has not shown the slightest sign of melting.

And at the top of this black altar, there is a broken knife diagonally, and the handle of the broken knife is cut off by life, and it is rusty and broken in many places.

At this moment, the broken hilt of the knife flew around the altar, humming softly. And the broken knife on the altar also seemed to resonate with the broken hilt, and it also hummed and trembled, causing the entire altar to tremble with it.

"The broken hilt must be part of the broken blade. Zhuge Buliang's eyes were shining, and he said, "There are no other creatures in this crater, could it be that it is just to suppress this broken knife?"

Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but be even more curious, and walked to the edge of the altar. The divine consciousness flew out of the eyebrows, swept around the black altar, frowned slightly, and said: "There are seals around the altar, but they are already very weak, as if they were destroyed by someone before......

The first instinct told Zhuge Buliang that it was the monkey skull, because only the monkey skull had been here in the first place.

Looking at the broken knife diagonally inserted on the altar, as well as the broken handle that kept flying around the altar, Zhuge Buliang gritted his teeth, and the brick appeared in his hand, and the dazzling golden light bloomed on the brick, and the dragon lines on the brick were as if they were alive, shining brightly.

The bricks shook in Zhuge Buliang's hands, changed into a heavenly monument, and slapped it towards the altar.

"Buzz!"

As if sensing the imminent danger, mysterious formations emerged around the altar, and a cyan light curtain propped up, enveloping the altar.

"Bang!"

The bricks slammed into the altar, and the light shield that protected the altar shook violently, and the surrounding magma also rolled. A powerful momentum backlashed back, Zhuge Buliang snorted, and his body flew out hundreds of meters away uncontrollably. Even with the strength of his seven-star treasure body, the qi and blood in his body were still churning.

"Uncle, no, it's just that the broken seals are so powerful. Zhuge Buliang shrank his neck stupidly, clenched the bricks in his hand, and slammed it up again.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, and Zhuge Buliang flew out upside down again. This time, however, the shroud that protected the altar was much dimmer. This strengthened Zhuge Buliang's confidence.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After bombarding more than a dozen times in a row, a crack appeared on the mask, and the crack spread rapidly, like a spider's web, dense on the entire mask.

Zhuge Buliang's face was happy, and he calmed down the boiling blood in his body a little, and at the same time was secretly shocked. His attack just now had triggered both the Taiwu Heart Sutra and the Dragon Vortex Strength, and now that he had cultivated the Dragon Vortex Strength to the peak, even if a cultivator who could not reach the Void Realm could hit it, most of his body would be shattered. But it took seventeen blows before the seal showed signs of breaking.

And it's just a broken seal.

"Boom!"

Under Zhuge Buliang's last bombardment, finally the light mask couldn't hold on, and a "click" sound sounded, and the light mask fell like glass, and the pieces withered, and then were corroded clean by the surrounding black magma.

And almost at the same time, the black altar began to tremble violently, as if it were about to rise from the ground. The broken knife that was stuck diagonally on the altar shook wildly, and there was a sound of wind and thunder. With a "sonorous" sound, the broken knife flew directly from the altar, and the cyan halo wrapped the broken knife, dancing like a green dragon.

And the broken hilt quickly fit in, fitting with the broken knife. Sure enough, as Zhuge Buliang expected, the broken hilt and the broken knife were the same body.

"Buzz~~"

At this moment, the broken knife has basically been restored to its original state, except for some broken places on the handle, it has almost returned to its original appearance. There seems to be a green dragon's head on the blade, and the handle of the knife more than two meters long is wrapped around a cyan dragon body, and the whole body exudes a faint blue light.

"It can't be the Qinglong Glaive Knife, right?" Zhuge Buliang smacked his lips and pondered.

And at this time, a strange scene appeared in front of Zhuge Buliang's eyes, on the Qinglong knife, beams of light flew and condensed into a cyan figure, this figure was not very burly, but a little fat and fat, and an amazing momentum erupted from this cyan figure.

"Demon power!" Zhuge Buliang's eyelids immediately twitched violently, he stared at the fat cyan figure, and said in surprise: "Could it be that this figure is a demon ancestor?"

He clearly remembered that the phantom of the demon ancestor he saw in the secret realm of the Kyushu Demon Beast Clan was also this fat and fat posture. At this moment, the size of the cyan figure in front of him and the amazing demonic power emanating from it were very likely to be the Demon Ancestor. Or maybe it's a remnant thought left by the demon ancestor.

"Smack!"

As soon as the fat cyan figure grasped the Qinglong Knife, its powerful momentum exploded, causing the surrounding magma to fluctuate violently.

The fat figure danced the Qinglong Knife, opening and closing, slashing vertically and horizontally, and the fierce knife qi came.

Zhuge Buliang stepped back slightly, staring at the figure dancing the green dragon sword. At this moment, he recalled the words of the little demon fairy, if this figure was really the remnant of the demon ancestor, then this Qinglong knife was likely to be the treasure of the demon clan, the Infinite Sky Splitting Knife.

Half an hour had passed before the figure was spotted, and then he turned and slashed in the direction of the altar. A sword qi thousands of zhang long flew out and slashed firmly on the altar. The black altar was split in two by the sword qi, and under this altar, there was actually a spatial crack!

"Buzz~~"

The Qinglong Knife hummed softly, and the fat figure turned into a beam of light and drilled into the blade again. The halo on the Qinglong Knife gradually dimmed and calmed down.

"This spatial rift..... Could it be that it is the place leading to Kyushu?" Zhuge Buliang said excitedly, looked up at the Qinglong Sword in mid-air, and leaned over cautiously.

"Buzz!"

The Qinglong Knife hummed, as if sensing that an outsider was approaching.

"Uh.... Hehehe, hello, I just woke up, right? The junior has no malicious intent....." Zhuge Buliang said: "If you don't mind the old man, the junior will take you out of here." But don't worry, you sleep with yours, and the younger generation won't disturb you. ”

As he spoke, Zhuge Buliang cautiously approached the Qinglong Knife. This time, the Qinglong Knife did not make any movement. It wasn't until Zhuge Buliang held the handle of the knife that the Qinglong Knife hummed, and the blue light flashed into Zhuge Buliang's body.

"Well, just one after another, my body has become a guest house. Zhuge Buliang thought depressedly.

Then, Zhuge Buliang stared at the space crack under the altar with a solemn face, and in that crack, Zhuge Buliang felt a familiar breath in a trance.

"Kyushu!" The sudden feeling made Zhuge Buliang's spirit tremble, this feeling was very clear, not an illusion.

Taking a deep breath, the seven stars above Zhuge Buliang's head once again fell down a light curtain to protect him, and then Zhuge Buliang took a step forward and stepped into the spatial crack.