After placing Qing Wu in the cave, Feng Hao took out a black robe and wrapped it tightly, leaving only a pair of dark and deep eyes outside.

"Master Feng Hao, what are you...?"

Qingwu slightly opened her pink mouth, and there was a hint of extreme surprise in her charming voice.

"Wait for me here, don't worry, it will be soon!"

With that said, under her astonished gaze, Feng Hao flew towards the Thousand Miles of Flame Mountain.

Qingwu frowned as he looked at the black shadow going away.

"He is obviously only an intermediate level martial artist, so why would he do such a risk-taking thing? Where does his confidence come from? Has he really received an immortal inheritance?"

As a saint of the Shadow Demon Cult, she has a wide range of knowledge, but she still can't guess what Feng Hao is thinking. After spending a few days together, she feels that this young man is extremely weird, and she bears the brunt of it.

, it was Feng Hao's food choice, he ate animal meat all day long, and it never changed, and he looked very satisfied after each meal, which she couldn't understand.

"With his martial-attribute physique, what's the use of getting that fire-attribute alien crystal?"

This is what Qingwu can't understand the most.

"Saint!"

A ghostly figure flashed out of the darkness and fell directly to the ground, his voice full of respect.

"Um."

The charming voice regained its indifference. Qingwu did not lower his head to look at him. He still looked at the Flame Mountain in the distance. He frowned slightly and said calmly, "He can't die yet. Do you know what to do?"

"I obey my orders!"

The man in black robe got up.

"Wait a minute."

Qingwu's eyes were sparkling, and there was a trace of playfulness on his charming face, and he said again, "Since he chose to go in, I want to see if he can really get the special prize with his own strength."

Jing, you just need to be careful not to let him be followed when he comes out."

"My subordinate understands."

The man in black robe bowed again.

"Go for it!"

Following her cold words, the man in black robe disappeared again like a ghost.

"I really want to see how many miracles you can create."

She clearly saw Feng Hao's strength. She was also surprised that Feng Hao's physique was already at a high level of martial arts. However, she attributed it all to Feng Hao's secret body-building skills. However, Ichijie was smaller than herself.

Young man, he can detoxify the heart-burning poison and even cure incurable diseases. She cannot help but ignore him.

And now, vaguely, she felt that Feng Hao was definitely doing it for himself when he took the alien crystal!

If a person with no attributes wants to refine alien crystals, if it were another person, she would definitely say that he is seeking death, but when it comes to Feng Hao, she dare not make any hasty conclusions.

...

After running hurriedly, Feng Hao's pace slowed down when he arrived in front of Thousand Miles of Flame Mountain.

Others saw him dressed in black and didn't say anything. After all, there was a mix of mermaids and fishes here, so naturally no one cared about what he was wearing.

When he came to a place with relatively few people, he stopped.

In front of him, there were endless flames, and the squeaking sound made his scalp numb. The hot temperature around him made the black robe on his body wrinkle a little, and his feet felt like they were stepping on red-hot stones.

The iron plate is average. If it weren't for Wu Yuan's body protection, he would have been burned long ago.

"Master?"

Feng Hao sighed softly in his heart.

"Um."

Fen Lao's voice came out, and he was also more cautious, "Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Feng Hao's voice was extremely firm, and he was determined to get the alien crystal, and he did not give up because of the Flame Mountain.

He knew that although Fen Lao could protect himself from death, the pain of the flames scorching the body would be nothing like that. I'm afraid it would never be the same as refining the ice attribute.

"Very good, the alien crystal is in the southeast direction in front of you, just rush in!"

As he spoke, wisps of sparkling light emitted from the simple ring on Feng Hao's left hand, covering his entire body under the black robe.

"call..."

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet on the cracked ground beneath his feet, and shot up into the Flame Mountain. In an instant, he was swallowed up by the monstrous flames.

"Another idiot!"

"Hey! I glanced at him just now. He is just a great martial artist. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

"It's so pitiful, I don't know if I can come out alive."

The people next to him were just stunned for a moment, then started laughing, mocking and laughing out loud.

Half a moment passed...

"Hey, why haven't you come out yet?"

Originally, everyone around him was just trying to watch the joke. After a while, it was the limit of the great martial artist. However, despite the blazing flames, there was no movement at all.

Half an hour passed...

"Tsk!...There is another wronged soul in the Flame Mountain!"

"Tsk, tsk, I'm going crazy thinking about the alien crystal, and I'm risking my own life in it."

There is no doubt that even Wuzong is nothing more than this, and Feng Hao is just a great martial artist. Now, almost no one thinks that he is still alive. There are only dead people who can stay in there as long as they want.

After an hour, they basically forgot that such a person had entered, and this man in black robes naturally became a laughing stock in their mouths.

...

As soon as Feng Hao rushed into the Flame Mountain, his body was coated with a layer of gleaming light, and the raging flames came around, but stopped before this layer of gleaming light.

The scorching heat hit his face, and the raging flames burned right in front of his eyes, making his vision blurry and distorted. When he saw that his robe was not damaged at all, Feng Hao felt reassured.

"hiss..."

It was just a moment of thought, and a burning heat started to spread all over his body, making him feel that his skin and flesh were about to be roasted. Suddenly, his face was twisted in pain, and he kept sucking in the cold air from the corner of his mouth, jumping around.

.

"Idiot, hurry up!"

An old voice came from the ring, directly scolding, and in this voice, Feng Hao felt a faint illusion of weakness.

"oh."

Shaking his body non-stop, sucking in the air-conditioning, and looking in the right direction, Feng Hao ran quickly.

The deeper he entered, the hotter it became. Faintly, Feng Hao seemed to have smelled the scent of meat emanating from his body. Looking at the flames waving around his body, he felt even more horrified. He took out a spiritual elixir and quickly

He put it in his mouth and chewed it. Suddenly, a cool feeling flowed down, making him feel slightly refreshed.
Chapter completed!