Red light flowed, and she formed a seal with her hands on her chest, mobilizing all her energy.
Suddenly, most of the flaming lava in the magma pool boiled up and shot straight into the sky, reaching a height of dozens of meters.
Done!
Magma rain fell from the sky all over the sky, and the entire sky was dyed crimson red.
Ling Luo stood up slowly, with gleaming eyes, watching the flaming rain falling slowly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
The first step is to use the magma pool to spread the scorching rain, and the second step is to rely entirely on your own strength to spread the scorching rain.
When she came down from the stone platform in the magma pool, she happened to see the pyroblast.
He was in front of the simple and dilapidated thatched house, with a red beard and a smile on his face.
"Master."
Ling Luo tapped the stone with her toes, her body was as graceful as an immortal, and she flew in front of Yan Bao, and Shi Shi Ran bowed.
"Luo'er, you did a good job." Yan Bao was very satisfied and said, "It's only been two days, and you have already understood the first level of Ahbiyan Prison. I think back then, it took me half a month to study it thoroughly.
It’s on the first floor.”
A happy look appeared on Ling Luo's face, he bowed for a moment and said, "Master, you have given me too much praise."
"There is no need to call me master, that is what the students in the academy call me." Yan Bao waved his hand and said, "There should be a master-disciple relationship between you and me. Just call me master."
Ling Luo was shocked in her heart, knelt down, kowtowed and said, "Luo'er, see Master."
Yanbao's seniority is so high that even Prince Han, the principal of Jiulan College, has to respectfully call him uncle when meeting him.
After all, wouldn't she and Chen Han be equals?
This is simply too profitable!
"It's getting late, Luo'er, please go back quickly." Yan Bao smiled kindly, "You are still a girl after all. It's not safe to be alone in the Demon Cloud Forest at night."
"Yes, I will resign, my disciple."
As Ling Luo walked on the path out of Yanguang Valley, the sky gradually darkened, and the chirping of various birds and insects could be heard all around him.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is almost late winter.
On the Moyun Mountains, in addition to patches of snow maple trees, there are also large plum trees. The plum blossoms are just blooming, exuding a faint fragrance, which is refreshing and refreshing.
Ling Luo was in a good mood, humming a pleasant tune as she walked.
It was a little tune in my hometown a thousand years ago. It was a love song sung by an unmarried girl to the young man she loved.
Thousands of years have passed and the ancient characters have declined. Looking at the entire Tianyuan Continent, no one should be able to understand the meaning of the lyrics.
It is precisely because of this that she can sing so comfortably.
But the strange thing is that while she was singing, what came to her mind were all the little moments she spent getting along with Xuanyuan Yu.
Why do you think of him?
When Ling Luo came to consciousness, she was frightened by herself.
She...could she have already fallen in love with that person subconsciously?
Even when I sang the love song of my hometown a thousand years ago, what I was thinking about in my heart and mind was the man who smiled like a big fox.
A thin layer of clammy sweat appeared on Ling Luo's forehead.
This is terrible!
She raised her head and saw that the sky had turned dark. The first quarter moon hung in the sky tonight, looking unusually cold.