Flames are rising up into the sky, burning the sky red. There is no night around the Thousand Miles of Flame Mountain. It is like summer all year round. It is hundreds of miles in radius. The earth is cracked with terrifying cracks. From within these cracks,
, and it sprays out scorching breath from time to time. Ordinary people simply cannot live within this hundred miles. **
In this thousand-mile-long Flame Mountain, the endless flames have devoured the lives of countless powerful people. If they fell inside, even their bones would be burned to ashes.
However, in the vast ocean of flames, a figure staggered around. He fell down from time to time, twitched for a while, then took out a spiritual medicine and stuffed it into his mouth, and then
He quickly stood up and rushed towards the depths.
Everything in front of him was red, and Feng Hao's vision was distorted by the flames. Every inch of skin and flesh on his body was burned red by the hot flames, just like a red-hot iron plate, faintly,
It also exudes the aroma of heat and grilled meat.
It's not that he doesn't choose Wu Yuan, he also has the alien core of ice attribute in his body. However, every time Wu Yuan bursts out, he is directly suppressed by the flames. As it comes and goes, the Wu Yuan in his body quickly disappears.
It was completely consumed.
At this time, he was unstoppably hot, and the skin and flesh on his body seemed to be about to burst. The raging flames also violently impacted him, causing his movements to slow down, and he would take a few steps back from time to time.
However, in the flames that can even burn through the sky, the faint gleaming light on his body is extremely obvious, as if he is covered with a layer of fire-proofing clothes, so that the flames cannot get close to him.
body.
The flames in front of him seemed to have no end, but Feng Hao never thought of retreating. He endured the boundless burning pain and walked steadily towards the depths step by step.
"Hiss...hiss..."
The sound of inhaling kept coming from his mouth, and his face was flushed, and there was still steam coming out faintly. The sweat beads came from the pores, and were directly steamed by the scorching high temperature, followed by a feeling of suffocation.
Attack.
"Chi!..."
A stream of flames rushed forward, and the huge force directly staggered Feng Hao who was moving forward. Feng Hao, who had almost no resistance energy, stumbled back more than ten steps, and knocked his heel on a raised stone.
He fell on his back, and immediately, the flames on the ground burned him crazily, causing him to jump up, shaking his body and sucking in the cold air.
"No, it can't go on like this!"
I swallowed a cold elixir again, and within a few seconds, I returned to my original state. Moreover, the sudden and violent heating, I can imagine the enjoyment.
"Crack!"
With a cruel heart, he took out a piece of Martial Crystal, and with his Evolution Skill activated, he began to slowly refine the Martial Crystal.
With the addition of Wu Jing's pure energy, the Wu Yuan vortex that had been hollowed out in his body began to roll again, and streams of Wu Yuan poured into the crystal alien core. With a buzzing sound, the alien core was
It shook slightly, and a daosenhan mist spread out.
"Chichi!..."
It was like sprinkling cold water on a hot iron plate, and there was a harsh "chichi" sound all over his body. At the same time, he also smelled a cool breath.
"rush!"
Wu Jing, he didn't have much left, so he was using it to fill up Wu Yuan. This was the second time. In order to save himself and endure less pain, there was nothing he could do.
With the ice-attribute Wuyuan body protection, although the heat was scorching, it was still within the tolerable range. Feng Hao's dark eyes were filled with cold air, he aimed in the direction, stepped on the flames, and charged wildly.
After running for about three hours, Feng Hao also consumed a full two Martial Crystals. This was despite him being very frugal. Finally, a group of mountains appeared in his distorted vision.
"Huh...huh..."
Looking at the undulating bare mountains in the distance, Feng Hao stopped and panted heavily. After a while, he calmed down.
"Huh?"
Fen Lao's voice was full of surprise, "Unexpectedly, drought demons actually emerged from this fire domain!"
"Hanban?!"
Hearing this name, Feng Hao's body trembled, and a hint of fear emerged in his eyes.
According to rumors, the Drought Demon is a "spirit" in flames. It is born for fire and burns everything wherever it goes. Unexpectedly, he could meet it in the Flame Mountain.
"Master, what should we do?"
All "spirits" and monsters are people with monstrous abilities. How can a great martial artist like myself be able to contend with them?
"Tsk!...What are you afraid of? You still despise such a precious thing?"
Hearing his fearful words, Old Fen snorted disdainfully.
"Treasure?"
Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, and then his face twitched again, his feet jumped, and his mouth whined with pain from time to time. It wasn't until he summoned a cold Wu Yuan that he calmed down a little.
"snort!"
Fen Lao snorted softly, "All "spirit" monsters have a "semen" core in their bodies. Using the "semen" core, you can at least create a medium-grade spiritual weapon."
"Spiritual weapon?"
Feng Hao's eyes lit up.
Ordinary people know the levels of weapons. The ordinary ones are ordinary weapons. The higher levels are spiritual weapons. For ordinary people, spiritual weapons are out of reach. The higher levels are legendary weapons.
Feng Hao couldn't know what the treasured weapon would do.
Speaking of weapons, he still doesn't have a handy, ordinary weapon. It can't withstand Thunder Slash at all, and the power of Thunder Fist cannot be released through weapons, which makes him very confused.
Back then, in the Warcraft Mountains, he was very jealous when he saw Yan Qiong's long sword. He estimated that it was at least a top-quality spiritual weapon. Otherwise, with her strength as a warrior, she would not be able to threaten the great martial artist.
Now, after Fen Lao mentioned that spiritual weapons require the essence core of "spirit" monsters to be refined, he knew the origin of the spiritual weapons.
"At least a medium-grade spiritual weapon!"
His breathing suddenly became rapid, and then there was another burst of pain.
"Keep walking, that Drought Demon should be guarding the alien crystal. Tsk tsk, the level of this alien crystal can be compared with your ice attribute."
Hearing these words, Feng Hao became even more energetic. He spurted martial energy all over his body, stamped his feet, and bullied himself away again.
Among the mountains, a figure flickered and appeared, very agile.
"Chichi!..."
The flames here are red and purple-black, and the temperature is several times that of the surrounding areas. If Feng Hao was not protected by Old Fen, and he happened to have ice attribute body protection, it would not be an easy task to get here.
Easy things.
"Are we here?"
Looking at the entrance of the cave halfway up the mountain in front of him, which was spitting out purple fire, Feng Hao's slightly excited mood calmed down.
As soon as he stopped, a huge figure with a height of more than two feet walked out of the hole. A pair of purple-black eyes, full of violence, looked directly at Feng Hao!
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