Fenbao Cliff.

Shura was trapped by the sword energy and was crazy for a long time, and finally returned to normal.

"Where are people, where are their people?"

Looking at Di Jun, Shura asked in a low voice, his eyes full of murderous aura. He did not hear what Taoist Yuqing said, and he was thinking about finding someone desperately.

"Don't worry, Zhaoming is not in danger!" Di Jun immediately explained to Shura again.

Although he could not be sure of the true or false statements of Taoist Yuqing, at this moment, if Shura insisted on taking revenge, there would be no meaning except to die in vain.

"Really?" Shura asked inquisitively.

Without waiting for Di Jun to answer, he suddenly soared into the air, and the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword was in his hand and slashed forward.

A monk from Taiyi Jinxian realm came over there. Before he could react, the Blood Shadow Mad Sword had arrived in front of him. He didn't understand why this was the case, so he had only had time to scream and disappeared from the void in an instant.

Shura fell down with blood light, and his face no longer became nervous and relaxed. He acted like this, naturally, not just to kill people, but to see if what Taoist Yuqing said was true.

At this moment, he finally confirmed that Zhaoming should be Wuji. The Taiyi Jinxian was wronged. He never thought that he would be sent out like this, so he could only say that he had no chance.

"It can't be so cheap for them!"

Shura has no big heart. He has always had revenge and complaints. He will not die anyway. At this moment, he has made his promise and soared into the air, then rushed forward. Di Jun hurriedly followed.

Just after rushing forward, I saw precious light soaring into the sky, and five mysterious lights flew out between a rock, clearly five flags.

Nine days away.

Looking at the fire world in front of him, Zhaoming felt strange and familiar.

He felt indescribable, and he felt that he had been here, but he couldn't remember when he had been here for a while.

The flames were filled with complex flame patterns, and even he couldn't understand them. There was no doubt that this was an extremely powerful flame, and the power contained in it made him feel a tremor, far better than his yin and yang mysterious fire.

Born to match fire, he felt keenly that even if the Immortal King came in, he would die immediately, and there would be no other result. But what was strange was that he didn't feel any threat, but instead felt an indescribable comfort, as if a fish that had been jumping on the land for a long time had returned to the sea.

Where is this? Zhaoming couldn't help but ask in his heart, but he couldn't think of the answer.

Explore the spiritual consciousness. With the help of the flame, it covers a huge area of ​​more than tens of millions of miles, but even so, it still feels like it cannot touch the edge.

Why did I come here... Zhaoming recalled in his heart that he was shrouded by the light released by the Patriarch of the Styx, Taoist Taiqing, and the pictures and books, and then was sent here.

Could it be that this is a place where the Taoist ancestors specially used to place the losers in the Fenbao Cliff? But why don’t you feel the existence of other people, especially you always feel familiar with it.

Zhaoming soared into the air and began to try to explore all kinds of questions in his heart.

This is a world of flames, which is more pure and thorough than the flames of Yanzhou. Although Zhaoming could not see the Taoist patterns that determined the flames in front of him, it seemed as if he was born with his ability and breathing instinct. When the flames brushed across his body, he felt a sense of pleasure that was about to burst out.

The true qi in the body seemed to have been washed and refined, and it became stronger. When the heart moved, it rushed out hundreds of thousands of miles away in an instant.

There was only flames within the eyes, and the feet were like magma, which was dazzling red, but when you looked closely, it was still flames, but they turned into liquid or solid.

I couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north, so I was too lazy to divide it. I just moved in one direction and spread my spiritual sense with all my strength, hoping to find some clues.

After searching this for nearly half a day, I finally found a different place in my spiritual sense.

There were not only flames there, but also something different seemed to grow. I didn't think too much and rushed over.

I was worried that something unexpected would happen, so I didn't dare to approach it rashly. After getting closer, I lowered my body and walked over step by step.

The ground is like lava, but in fact it is formed by flames. When you get closer, you will see a few plants more than five meters tall.

Near the roots below are several fiery red leaves, which are piled into a punch, like a small nest. In the middle of the leaves is a bare stem, nearly five meters, from top to bottom, and no leaf is seen.

I counted it casually and there were nine trees, but I didn’t know what kind of plant it was, emitting a burst of fire. Especially at the top of the stem, there were either bright red flowers or a fruit that looked like a ruby.

There are nine plants, one with buds, three with flowers, and five with fruits, but the fruits of the five trees are different. Four of them still have a sense of greenness, one is red, delicate and shiny, red and crystal clear, as if it is about to melt.

This fruit should be about to ripen, emitting a charming fragrance. The indescribable feeling made Zhaoming's index finger move, and he couldn't help but feel saliva in his mouth, and he swallowed it slowly.

But he didn't know what kind of strange fruit this was. Zhaoming didn't dare to touch it easily, but just continued to approach. After continuing to get closer and seeing the whole picture clearly, he was immediately shocked.

There is a low-lying place in the middle of the nine fruit trees, like a huge bird's nest, or indeed a bird's nest.

There was a big bird lying in the middle, emitting the aura of flames, but I couldn't feel the fluctuations of the flames.

The monsters in this place must be ferocious beasts. Zhaoming's heart jumped and stopped quickly and checked carefully. After sweeping over the spiritual sense, he was stunned. The big bird was held on the ground, with its wings spread out, covering the entire bird's nest, with its head hanging down, and leaning on the ground. It seemed terrible, but it could not feel any fluctuations in life.

Could it be that he was dead? He said in his heart, staring at him carefully, and did not dare to approach him rashly.

After staring at him for a long time, Zhaoming felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and could not be stopped.

An inexplicable feeling appeared in my heart. The bird... seemed quite familiar to me, or in other words, it seemed to have something to do with me.

Suddenly, he felt a fluctuation like breathing coming from the big bird, causing his body to echo, the flames loosened and shrank, as if his heart was beating constantly.

Why is this? Zhaoming couldn't figure it out, looked puzzled, and couldn't help but walk over step by step.

As he approached step by step, the sensing became stronger little by little. Zhaoming felt that his heart was pinched by something, feeling uncomfortable and excited.

After walking through layers of flames that looked like magma, passing through the plants with strange fruits, he finally walked to the side of the big bird.

Although there is no breath of life from this big bird, the remaining power is still there. If it is still alive, it is probably at least the sub-saints are powerful people in the Immortal King realm.

What kind of bird is this? Why is it so powerful but it dies here again?

Zhaoming couldn't figure it out, so he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pressed it on the head of the big bird hanging down on the ground.

"Buzz!"

I felt like a roar in my head, and a stream of indescribable spiritual charm poured into my body like a tide, blending with water and milk, extremely comfortable, almost making Zhaoming moan.

After a while, the feeling of strangeness disappeared. I looked back and thought deeply, but I couldn't remember anything. The feeling of strangeness just now seemed to have left something in my body, but I couldn't find it.

Why is this happening... Zhaoming was panicked and wanted to know what the relationship was.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I could only give up. Looking back at the distance, there was still endless flames. I withdrew my gaze and looked at the bare tree trunk beside me, Zhaoming's mind suddenly jumped wildly.

This scene was so familiar that he finally remembered why he felt so familiar.

In the illusion of karma fire, I had experienced a strange illusion. In a world of flames, I lay weakly on the ground and could not move. It was also in that illusion that I saw the man wearing a black cloak for the first time.

And in Longmen Lake, I also experienced a similar illusion. In the endless flames, I was unable to lie down, surrounded by a few strange plants. The man in a black cloak walked towards me, stretched out his palm, and covered his head directly.

I thought it was just an illusion, but later I felt it was not that simple. Until today, I can finally conclude that everything happened before.

My first meeting with the man in black cloak was not in the illusion of karma fire, but here.

It was him who used his magical powers that he didn't understand to let himself leave here and even forgot that memory.

Why did he do this? What is the purpose? Why did he interfere with his own karma and fire illusion, just to prevent himself from dying?

Questions appeared in his heart, touching Zhaoming's soul, making his mind beat wildly, and he felt an inexplicable chill. He hated this feeling of being dominated by others for a lifetime, as if he was raised in captivity, and he could not help but live or die.

But I'm afraid even the Taoist ancestor can't explain these questions to him, so how can he figure it out himself.

Confused and unable to understand, he turned around and looked at the big bird without a breath of life. Zhaoming couldn't help but shake his head, not knowing what to say.

With a frown, I suddenly thought of something and my mind was beating wildly.

He moved his steps and walked to the bird's lower head, turned around and looked straight ahead, holding his breath immediately, and his body couldn't help but tremble sharply.

This height and realization, the feeling that the scene in front of me gives me is exactly the same as what I see in the illusion.

If so, could it be... this big bird...is it yourself?

Zhaoming was shocked by his speculation, and it seemed as if something was stuffed in his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

Just as he was at a loss, a "buzzing" sound suddenly woke him up. Looking at the sound, he saw a huge object shakingly flying slowly from the distance, twisting and twisting, with a strange rhythm, as if dancing.
Chapter completed!