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"Look at what the old man is doing, Guji Guji."

Song Lao played with the end of the red thread, and grinned at the young man, showing a bloody smile.

Cheng Huan was in so much pain that he was almost speechless.

He is not a person who can bear hardships. Now that he lost the suppression of Song Lao, the severe pain in his body was like Ling Chi's knife point piercing his soul inch by inch. In his spiritual power, he was extremely sober.

The young man gritted his teeth, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth: "You, you want spiritual power? Here, there are a lot...why..."

His pale hands were tightly gripping the ground, making it difficult to move, and he glanced in the direction of the furnace formation with difficulty.

There is still a hot current like a sea wave.

After all, it is the accumulation of thousands of years, and what Cheng Huan has absorbed is just a drop in the ocean for the furnace formation.

Elder Song smacked his lips and shook his head sighingly.

"Silly boy, didn't I tell you everything?"

He looked at Cheng Huan who was limp on the ground with loving eyes like looking at a fool: "The spiritual power here is fierce and hot. Absorbing it at first will cause damage to the body, not to mention that the old man has no body yet, but a weak ghost."

Elder Song knelt down and touched Cheng Huan's head.

"But it's different with you. The spiritual power circulates in your body and vents the anger. For me, it is a purer spiritual power."

Cheng Huan's pupils shrank suddenly!

He was unable to speak, and could only hold on to the ground. His nails, which had lost their spiritual protection, cracked on the scorched stone, bleeding red blood, but they were dried by the scorching spiritual wind in an instant.

"I know what you want to say, the poison in the wine, right?"

Sucking pure spiritual power, Elder Song's figure quickly condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly transformed into a bright red color.

Sensing that his body was recovering rapidly, Elder Song was in a good mood, and was willing to explain a few more words to Cheng Huan: "Silly boy, for the sake of helping me filter my spiritual power wholeheartedly, I will let you understand."

"The poison in the wine was indeed injected by me, not your father—why? Hahahaha, why are there so many, who knows that you are so provocative, and besides, if the old man doesn't talk about that, you will obediently bring me to this furnace Is it a big formation?"

In the reflection of Cheng Huan's pupils suddenly constricted, Song Lao grinned and gave him a meaningful smile.

Immediately, he was kicked lightly.

The force was very light, but Cheng Huan was already on the edge of the cliff, and he couldn't move at this moment. After receiving a push, he immediately rolled a few times uncontrollably and fell towards the depths of the furnace.

Below is the surging red-gold magma.

"See you again, boy, let's have a longer memory in the next life!"

Elder Song looked down condescendingly, seeing the young man's face as dead ashes, falling into the sea of ​​fire, and being quickly swallowed up like a stone thrown into a lake, his smile became more evil.

"You are full, but the old man is not enough," he twitched the red thread in his hand, "Why don't you let the old man—"

Lie Yan suddenly shot up several feet high!

The magma was just surging on its own, but at the moment Cheng Huan fell into it, as if he was stimulated by something, an overwhelming torrent was set off in an instant, and the tongue of fire became extremely agile in an instant, roaring and rushing towards the rocks on the scorched stone. Come on Red Shadow Roll!

……

On Yunhai Peak, there was a sudden change.

Originally, the mountain collapsed and the magma swept across, which already made everyone think that the sky was falling apart, but they never expected that this was just the beginning.

After a certain moment, the mountain suddenly let out a furious roar, and a boulder weighing thousands of tons rolled down from the already slightly stable mountain top.

The magma seemed to come to life suddenly, it was no longer satisfied with flowing slowly, but rolled up stormy waves on the severely damaged Yunhai Peak, and the red flames were burning in a state that was completely unreasonable, as if it had surpassed the height of the sea of ​​clouds !

In the kitchen behind the mountain, Yu Xiaotan was teaching Wang Dali how to cook.

The moment the mutation happened, Yu Xiaotan frowned suddenly: "Well..."

Wang Dali checked his words and expressions, and hurriedly said nervously: "Master, Master, what's wrong?"

Yu Xiaotan looked over his shoulder and looked in the direction of the mountaintop through the house, hesitating for a moment: "It seems that I heard something just now...is it an illusion."

Soon, the loud sound of landslides and landslides spread to the kitchen. Wang Dali had never seen such a posture before, grabbing Yu Xiaotan's cuff and yelling, shouting "Heavenly King Laozi" and "Master, run!"

Yu Xiaotan was caught by him and ran into the forest, but he kept turning his head on the way, looking at the churning lava on the top of the mountain with a strange expression: "... Dali, did you hear anything?"

Wang Dali was sweating profusely: "I heard it! It was screaming, and there was an avalanche, oh my god, Master Yun Haizong, did they provoke God's punishment? Are they going to die?"

Yu Xiaotan's expression became more and more strange: "Didn't you hear...something like "I'm mad at you"?"

"What do you mean, "It's not a trash can, I throw all the broken things in it while I'm sleeping, and there's still something stewing in the stove" and so on..."

Facing the whistling wind, Wang Dali said, "What? Master, you said that there are still vegetables stewed on the stove? Hey, it's already at this point, so why bother with the stews!"

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

Yu Xiaotan shook his head helplessly.

But he didn't know what kind of voice he vaguely heard, and he didn't dare to reply easily for fear of something wrong.

He followed Wang Dali all the way to the mountains and forests, and passed countless fleeing disciples on the way.Yun Haizong had many disciples from the outer sect, at least a thousand. The two gathered in the huge crowd, and everyone's faces reflected the crimson red light in the sky.

Yu Xiaotan didn't know that he accidentally missed Qiongqing and Che Yunwen who went to rescue him in such an act of running away.

However, if something major happens, it is human nature to follow the direction of the flow of people.Yu Xiaotan ran with the crowd, and suddenly heard someone shouting in his ear: "Don't be afraid, keep order! The young suzerain will be here soon, everyone stay safe and don't be impatient!"

The crowd was quiet for a while, and then became chaotic again: "Young suzerain? Which young suzerain are you talking about?"

Only then did the caller realize that what he said was inappropriate, and quickly changed his words: "It's Young Master Cheng Yang! Don't worry, it's Young Master Cheng Yang!"

After Yu Xiaotan heard the words "Young Master Cheng Yang", the messy expressions of the surrounding disciples instantly relaxed. Many people breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously patted their chests.

It seems that the name Cheng Yang is a talisman, as long as you hear it, you can protect your own safety.

Wang Dali looked up and said, "Master, what are you laughing at?"

Yu Xiaotan snapped back to his senses: "Ah, am I laughing?"

He touched the corner of his mouth, and sure enough, he found that there was a slight arc subconsciously evoked, and only then realized that he was actually the same as the disciples around him.As long as he heard that the person was coming, his heart would be at ease for an instant, as if no matter how big the storm was, it would not be scary.

and……

Yu Xiaotan said to himself: "Sure enough, Brother Ji is respected and loved wherever he goes."

Once the mood is relaxed, people will be much happier.

Yu Xiaotan turned back to look at the cracked mountain top and the gushing magma, suddenly he didn't feel scary anymore.

He squinted his eyes, looked carefully for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Dali, look at the fire on this mountain, doesn't it look like a kicked over stove?"

Wang Dali: "???"

Needless to say, as soon as these words came out, Yu Xiaotan looked more and more like him.

He even felt that the outline of the entire Yunhai Peak was too round and lacked edges and corners. It looked roughly like a stove, and the sea of ​​clouds floating on it for thousands of years was just the steam rising from the stove.

It's just that such a huge bottle of stove, how can it run for so long?

If something was really simmering in the furnace, what would it be?

The Golden Elixir that becomes immortal in one mouthful?Creatures of ancient blood?or……

Just as he was dreaming, a noisy sound suddenly came from Yu Xiaotan's ears.

Before he could react, suddenly a black figure jumped out of the crowd and came straight towards him.

The flames illuminated half of the sky, and Yu Xiaotan only had time to see a pair of blood red eyes before feeling a tingling pain in his wrist.That black shadow was a scrawny young boy, his eyes were numb at the moment, he opened his mouth ferociously, and bit his wrist hard.

Amidst Wang Dali's terrified screams, something rushed in along with the blood gushing from his wound.

Yu Xiaotan was in a daze for a moment.

Immediately, he felt a thin, invisible blood rope penetrated into his dantian, connecting him with a hidden network in the mountains. A mysterious force was sucking his spiritual power, flowing continuously. transported in a certain direction.

The source of the sea of ​​consciousness...

It was a mass of rising, sullen, furious fireballs with every tongue of flame standing up like thorns.