"Oh My God……"

The storyteller flew high in horror.

Seeing the spiritual molten sorrow that completely turned into black dots in the ground, his eyes were shocked.

"The power of the jinshi?"

Such a terrifying Bai Yan is clearly the second brother's ability to completely restrain the spiritual refiner in the world!

At this moment, even when he faced such strange phenomena in heaven and earth, he had to choose to avoid the edge.

After all, strictly speaking, he is neither a swordsman nor a spiritual formation master.

It’s a sure, steady spiritual refiner.

Any ability requires the help of spiritual energy.

And under such endless high temperatures, how could a storyteller who is familiar with Bai Yan dare to use his own spiritual energy to take protective measures?

"Swish~"

The red skirt was burned to ashes at a very high altitude.

Even so, storytellers dare not act rashly.

He only barely called the Heavenly Dao blocking body and did not dare to do other actions.

Even taking out a brand new dress from the space ring felt a bit dangerous.

Use spiritual thoughts.

It's also a dead end!

"How could such a terrifying Bai Yan explode silently?"

The storyteller fell into a state of contemplation.

He remembered that in the three red barbecue land, before crossing this space.

The guidance given by the "Yin and Yang Life and Death?" shows that the treasures here are clearly just in a state of hiding quietly and waiting for development.

Why did everything change when you arrived?

Not to mention ghosts and beasts.

This magma may be considered by others as a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth, and a strange treasure was born.

Storytellers are not so superficial.

The strange phenomenon of heaven and earth is that the treasure is mature and has self-spirituality. Only when you want to be born alone will you be punished by the laws of heaven.

But there is clearly no such prerequisite for this magma.

Then, there is only one possibility left.

"Someone is causing trouble?"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows and felt disbelief on his face.

Who would be so bold to tease the white flames under the Lingmeng Ze?

Isn’t this seeking death?

But……

The magma just broke out and he could not doubt it.

But I have to say I believe it completely...

What a joke!

Even if the storyteller has passed by himself, whether he dares to use spiritual energy in front of rolling his eyes is still a matter of different opinions.

How did that unknown existence detonate this white flame in such an extreme form?

"Sense your spiritual thoughts?"

Although I really want to use my spiritual thoughts to spy on it.

But after hesitating for a moment, the storyteller chose to stop.

“You can’t do it randomly.”

"Treat the ghost beast first..."

 The line of sight turned.

He saw that the entire body of the gray fog man had completely penetrated the ice barrier, and used the cold power inside to isolate the high temperature and temporarily escaped a disaster.

“Very smart.”

Watching the moment that guy broke through the ice layer, he used the power of seal to seal the hole left behind by himself, and the storyteller praised him secretly.

If you allow the extreme cold power of the cold land to collide with such an extremely domineering Jinzhao's aura.

Let alone a spiritual melting zodiac.

It is estimated that even a radius of dozens of miles may be blown away by the big explosion!

“Swoosh!”

The body climbed rapidly. At a height that could be seen almost half of the white cave world, feeling the dark thunder tribulation in the sky, the storyteller stopped rising.

"White inflammation should not affect me at this height."

He said.

Take out the heavy ancient books you carried with you.

  A turn.

A brand new blank page appears.

"Heavenly prisoner, banned."

The power of the way of heaven emerges.

The storyteller splatters blood when his fingers are knocked, and blood is dripping into patterns.

In a blink of an eye, the blank page was burning with a burning high temperature.

The next second, endless magma is painted inside.

And in the underground, the center of Lingmeng Ze.

The scattered and raging Bai Yan, accompanied by the storyteller's collection of ancient books, disappeared most of them.

“It should be OK.”

After exploring a little spiritual essence, I found that nothing happened, the storyteller immediately used spiritual thoughts to cover it.

This intensity of white inflammation can no longer burn me.

With a casual stroke, a crack in the space appeared.

He stepped into the red skirt and appeared again. When he appeared again, he had reached the ice barrier on the ground.

“Bai Yan…”

  I glanced to the side with lingering fear.

Storytellers couldn't help but use their spiritual thoughts to look in that direction, but what followed was severe pain.

“Hiss!”

He covered his heart in pain, bit his fingers and whispered the air conditioner.

"besides?"

"Is there actually white flame?"

Just now I thought about it.

In perception, the remaining white flame energy there.

More violent and more scorching.

Even the situation inside could not be clearly seen, so he was forcibly interrupted.

"past?"

Storytellers have the intention to go over and find out.

After all, this power is useless to me, but if I can get it and give it to the second child, it may not be able to help him recover from his injuries.

but……

"Ghost beast!"

"The ghost beast with the power of seal is still on the other side."

The storyteller hesitated.

This rare beast-level existence is rare in a century.

If you can catch it, you will serve the "Holy Slave".

I'm afraid even the Seven Sword Immortals, or the Lord of the Holy Spirit Temple, may not be able to beat the first seat.

These are two extraordinary treasures that are of considerable help to your organization.
To be continued...