spirit slaves; as long as they entered their range, they would attack.The Ling slaves who were pursuing immediately were constantly being attacked by the ground thorn demon fish. Either a Ling slave...Whether it was Chi Yun Sang or Lu Xia Tian, at this moment they were both helpless. Seeing that the Iron Corpse Sheath seemed familiar with this area, with no other way out, they didn't think much and followed the Iron Corpse Sheath all the way to flee.
After fleeing for more than a few hours, the several people hovered over a dried-up riverbed. In front of them was a hill dozens of meters high, desolate and barren.
“The two of you, join me in breaking this mountain together. Within this mountain, there is still a hidden abode, perhaps it can help us evade the impending danger.” The Iron Corpse Sheath said with a serious expression, “This barrier collapsed so rapidly, it must be that those Yuan Ying old monsters entered and encountered some obstacle, forcing them to take action. If we don’t quickly find shelter, I fear we will all end up dead without even a proper burial!”
"Are you sure" Chi Yun Sang said coldly.
“I'm not sure, do you have a better way” Tieshi Shei retorted to Chi Yun Sang.
"No matter what, let's find a place to settle down first. In this situation, there's no place that's absolutely safe, we can only gamble on luck." Lu Xia Tian said.
"Well then, let's get started!" Chiyun Sang nodded.
All three were decisive and ruthless, once they made a decision, they never hesitated. For their own survival, they didn't hold back. For a time, the attacks of the iron corpse scabbard, Chi Yun Sang's pagoda, and Lu Xia Tian's split-earth knife after using the soul swallowing technique intersected, almost landing on the small hill in front of them at the same time.
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The small hill trembled violently under the powerful attack. With a cracking sound, it suddenly opened with a deafening roar. Inside, there was another world hidden within. A staircase of stone steps stretched downwards, layer by layer. Lu Xia Tian patted his spirit beast bag, stopping the little fire crow from wanting to rush out. His heart skipped a beat. It seemed that he was one step closer to what he desired.
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After the mountain gate opened, Tie Shi She took the lead and plunged directly into it. Chi Yun Sang's eyes flashed, and he followed closely behind. After all, at this time they were all running for their lives. For the sake of survival, they had naturally cooperated wholeheartedly before. However, Tie Shi She was clearly very familiar with this place. If Tie Shi She used his familiarity with the terrain to escape, he wouldn't have anywhere to cry. After all, only Tie Shi She knew where the nascent infant fruit was. Even Lu Xia Tian, the array master, could only choose a second option after breaking the ban. With Tie Shi She right in front of him, there was no reason to go far.
Chi Yun Sang closely followed Dian Xie as they entered, Lu Xia Tian originally the weakest of the three in cultivation. Even if he wanted to follow, it was difficult. Moreover, the Iron Corpse Sheath entering the mountain gate so quickly felt rather peculiar. With this precaution in mind, Lu Xia Tian naturally wouldn't try to fight with Dian Xie head-on. However, the moment they entered, the mountain gate slammed shut behind them. Lu Xia Tian's expression changed slightly as he turned back, but he couldn't find where the entrance was. This small hill looked ordinary, but if it weren't for the Iron Corpse Sheath leading him here, he wouldn't have noticed anything amiss. Now, to reopen the gate, he probably had to find the control mechanism or once again join forces with Chi Yun Sang or the Iron Corpse Sheath to force it open.
Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly. The Iron Corpse Sheath and Chiyun Sang had already disappeared. He could only approach the two directions they vanished in. At this time, the power of the Nine-Stage Snow Demon Bear's soul essence hadn't completely dissipated, but Lu Xiaotian was already ready to swallow the giant Jiao's soul essence at any moment. The space within this small mountain was far more stable than the outside world. There was no need to worry about spatial collapse, formation collapses, or that terrifying magma swallowing people at any time. It was estimated that even those Yuan Ying ancestors wouldn't be able to find such a hidden place for a while. However, under this unusually quiet atmosphere, there was also a hint of eerie feeling.
Inside the cave, stone steps wound and spiraled upwards, soon leaving behind the cramped interior of the mountain. The steps ahead floated towards another small hill, while beneath them stretched a chasm thousands of feet deep. The steps extended into the void, surrounded by billowing white mist. Lu Xia Tian tried to fly, but the mist seemed to block his divine sense. Once he entered it, all he saw was a blinding white expanse, unable to find his bearings. Lu Xia Tian was taken aback and quickly retreated, daring not venture too far. He could only return to the winding stone steps.
“What on earth is this place” Lu Xia Tian’s heart was pounding. The Iron Corpse Sheath and Chiyun Sang were nowhere to be seen. Lu Xia Tian pondered for a moment. Although Chiyun Sang and the Iron Corpse Sheath’s cultivation was far superior to his, their divine sense might not be much stronger than his. He himself had entered the mist and felt like a headless fly. The two of them shouldn’t have entered the mist either. It seemed that following the stone steps would be the best way forward.”
With a general idea in mind, and knowing there was no turning back, Lu Xia Tian quickened his pace. The stone steps extended rapidly behind him, and Lu Xia Tian walked among the mist, as if stepping on a heavenly ladder, strolling amidst the emptiness.
About another hour passed, and Lu Xia Tian didn't know how far he had walked. He only heard a fierce battle sound in the distance, followed by a familiar scream of pain, which suddenly made his heart tremble, and his pace slowed involuntarily.
It was Chiyun Sang who let out a scream!
Lu Xia Tian walked along the stone steps for hundreds of meters. He turned a corner, and his eyes suddenly opened up to a vast, relatively flat hillside. Along the slope, there was a towering mountain peak that pierced the sky, like a blade carved into the earth. On the summit of this peak, floating above it, was a square stone pool several hundred meters in diameter. Inside the pool, a faint blue flame flickered, almost transparent. The dancing flames seemed to burn through the void itself, nothing could withstand its heat!
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Lu Xia Tian felt his heart pounding wildly, his eyes suddenly constricting. It was the legendary Brahma Luo Spirit Fire!
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After much anticipation, Lu Xia Tian took a deep breath. Initially, he journeyed to the legendary Miaomiao Hall for the Fan Luo Ling Fire. The silver leaf Bodhi tree in his hand, without the Fan Luo Ling Fire, was no different from an ordinary piece of wood. Later, witnessing the dangers lurking everywhere in Miaomiao Hall, perhaps it was more accurate to say that he came here for survival. After all, as a nascent Golden Core cultivator, he faced constant peril within its walls. The matter of the Fan Luo Ling Fire could only be occasionally thought about. However, now, the Fan Luo Ling Fire appeared before his eyes. Even from such a distance, Lu Xia Tian could feel the awe-inspiring power emanating from the pulsating flames. Even with his current cultivation, if he got too close, he would likely be scorched by the spiritual fire. If he were within the fire pool itself, with his magical powers, he probably couldn't hold out for long before being burned to ashes.
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It's unknown what material the stone pool is made of, yet it can contain such a spiritual fire.
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However, Lu Xia Tian's attention quickly shifted from the longing for Fan Luo Ling Huo to a relatively flat area under a towering ancient tree on the slope. At this time, Chi Yun Sang looked extremely miserable, the crimson black pagoda skewed on the ground and lost control. As for Chi Yun Sang himself, he was sprawled in a big character shape, with his hands and feet spread out. Four bone-chilling white bones were inserted into his hands and feet, nailing him to the tree trunk. Each side of the bone gleamed with a heart-trembling sliver of gray air, constantly drilling from the wound into Chi Yun Sang's body.
A red cloud of sand was nailed to the tree trunk, its throat emitting a pained roar.
(Sānqī Chinese) anymore." 。After Lu Xiaitian and his group left, less than half an hour passed before a dark figure flashed in the forest. Yang Feng arrived at the outskirts of this Huan Yan Forest. 。“That scoundrel...