Ming Linlang's originally gentle expression suddenly changed.

She was hugged around the waist by Pei Xihe, and their heads were originally tied together.

She was the first to see the flames coming from Pei Xihe.

The golden color was so bright that it almost turned into a golden arrow.

"Let me go quickly!"

Ming Linlang didn't want to drag others down.

If Pei Xihe lets go of her at this moment, without her weight, his speed will naturally increase, and he is 70% sure of crossing the ink barrier.

But with the two of them together, the rocket's speed was frighteningly fast at the moment, and it would soon equal the speed between the two.

Pei Xihe felt the increasingly fierce temperature, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart.

This flame is chasing her!

Why?!

Originally, the distance between them and the flames had been extended to thirty or forty meters, but the speed of the golden flames was too fast.

Its speed has exceeded Changming Hairpin, and it quickly caught up to two or three meters away.

Pei Xihe saw the light ink barrier close at hand.

She was heartbroken, threw Ming Linlang in her arms hard, and slapped her on the shoulder.

It was not to hurt her, but to use this strength to send her out of the altar.

Ming Linlang's figure swayed, intense worry and reluctance flashed in her eyes.

"don't want!"

Pei Xihe suddenly turned around.

Sure enough, before Ming Linlang could get out of the altar barrier, the flames were changing direction as her body moved.

The rocket is coming at a high speed.

Pei Xihe was so frightened that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

She didn't have time to think about why this cluster of flames caught her and refused to let go, but if she was tainted by the flames even a little bit, she wouldn't let go.

My life is over!

escape!

Ming Linlang had fallen out of the hexagonal altar at this moment. As the light ink barrier cut off part of the temperature, she felt a lot more comfortable.

But the worry in her heart prevented her from thinking about it at this moment.

Lu Changfeng stood aside, feeling immeasurable worry and fear in his heart.

He seemed to know what he was thinking at the moment.

He didn't want Pei Xihe to die here.

Take a deep breath.

The Ice Breath Sword in Lu Changfeng's hand suddenly burst into ice blue light.

When ice and fire are in conflict, one side is often stronger and the other side will be restrained.

No matter how many methods he has, he can only build foundations, how can he compete with this divine fire?

But after all, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

Ice-blue dragon patterns lit up on the Ice Breath Sword, and it shattered into pieces along with these dragon patterns in an instant.

He moved.

The secret power belonging to the ancestor of the Lu family suddenly burst out in his body, buying him a moment of opportunity.

There is an ice dragon soul sealed in the Ice Breath Sword. Although the spirit sword is a sixth-grade sword, it can be smelted into the core of his natal magical weapon in the future.

But at this moment he didn't have time to worry so much.

Lu Changfeng used all the means at his disposal.

In an instant, the ice dragon broke through the sword and came out, and the remaining soul took shape and was driven by Lu Changfeng.

He rushed toward the golden flames in the hexagonal altar without fear of death.

Ming Linlang walked out of the altar, and the feeling of being suppressed by the flames was greatly relieved.

Her blue eyes fluctuated violently.

She took out a formation disk from the storage ring.

The spiritual power scratched the palm of his hand, and blood immediately covered the array plate.

A giant blue bird shaped like a goose flew out of it.

Bluebird!

Hundreds of rivers came from the north to conquer the South China Sea, and the blue feathers deceived Shun and Yu into hiding.

Bluebird is one of the five sacred birds with the attribute of water.

According to legend, he is one of the nine sons of the Phoenix. His color is blue, his shape is like a wild goose, and his body is huge, up to three feet long.

It lives on the coast of the sea and is good at spreading rain. Wherever it goes, the land is covered with sweet rain.

They are the supreme lineage of water-attributed demon gods.

Now that Ming Linlang had regained her ability to move, she immediately used the most powerful secret treasure in her body.

Ice Dragon and Lan Fu immediately rushed into the altar, vowing to extinguish the flame.

Jiang Mingzhu looked at their desperate efforts and secretly thought that Lu Changfeng was really interested in Pei Xihe, even more deeply than he was towards Ming Linlang.

Not at all the so-called stand-in in the storybook.

She shook her head.

That’s all.

I just lost a piece of protective secret treasure. I just need to go back to my ancestor and ask for a replacement.

She waved her hand, and a sapphire bracelet flew out from her wrist.

The jade bracelet shimmers with emerald green color.

A burst of vitality fell on Pei Xihe.

She used the wood and really used her strength against the golden flame, but she only added power to it by making fire from the wood.

This force of vitality was so majestic that when it fell into Pei Xihe's body, he immediately felt that the cracked meridians were being nourished rapidly.

The Phoenix essence and blood in the body also belongs to fire.

Wood helps the fire.

The clear call of the phoenix seemed to ring in her ears.

Pei Xihe finally understood why the flames were chasing her.

Yuan Feng, the ancestor of the Phoenix, is in charge of the Fire of Nirvana, one of the ten divine fires.

I don’t know what kind of divine fire this mysterious flame is. They are obviously not very intelligent, but they still have the intention of fighting with each other.

Success comes from the Phoenix essence and blood, failure comes from the Phoenix essence and blood.

Because of it, she was able to move freely and save Ming Linlang, but because of it, she was now attacked by the flames.

Pei Xihe knew that the essence and blood of the Phoenix held the secret of Nirvana, but she had not even comprehended the smallest part of that kind of creation.

Let alone achieve nirvana through this, she will only be burned into a handful of ashes, and not even her soul will be left.

With Jiang Mingzhu's help, all her spiritual power was restored and all was injected into the Changming Hairpin again.

There was no time to say thank you. At this moment, she only focused on escaping from the hexagonal altar.

The combination of the remnant soul of the true frost dragon and the ice water of Lan Fu is the most powerful force against fire.

Whether it is a real dragon or a nine-child phoenix, their levels are extremely high.

No matter how powerful the golden flame was, it was blocked for a moment.

Pei Xihe seized this opportunity, Chang Ming Hairpin erupted with an astonishing pink glow, and rushed out of the hexagonal altar.

Across the light ink barrier, Pei Xihe let out a heavy breath.

Lu Changfeng was so anxious that he felt a bit of pain in his heart.

As the true dragon's remnant soul burned and shattered, it spontaneously came back to him.

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of turbid blood, staining his white gown red.

"Run away!"

Without the suppression of Taichu Water Spirit, how long can this altar block this golden flame?
To be continued...