Deep in the garden, when Feng Jueyu and Ximen Wuwei looked back at the same time, they discovered that half of the dozen or so Holy Star Alliance practitioners who were originally surrounding the garden had disappeared, while the other half were

Standing farther away from the thickest red mist and orange smoke, to put it bluntly, half of the Holy Star Alliance practitioners who had just surrounded and retreated were struck by that terrifying energy when he and Ximen Wuwei fought.

The ripples were forcibly dispersed, and unplanned, they escaped into the place where Ximen Wuwei said before that the Jiying Palace was full of traps.

And that ear-splitting exclamation just proved this point.

But among the half of the cultivators, Meng Ling, the daughter of Qingsu, happened to be included. After such a brief moment of silence, Ximen Wuwei suddenly showed a look of shock, stood up angrily, ignored Feng Jueyu, and faced directly towards

Where the red mist and orange smoke rolled, it rushed out violently.

"Follow me and save the lady."

Ximen Wuwei's roar was like thunder, and the Earth Emperor's Spear turned into a purple lightning and shot out. Several figures scrambled to catch up and flew up after him. In the blink of an eye, they all flew into the thick fog.

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In an instant, there were no enemies around Feng Jueyu, but he stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly gritted his steel teeth, and his face flashed with pent-up emotions.

"I should be able to leave by now, but..."

He thought of the scene where he had no choice but to swear an oath to the Iron King Monkey God's skull in public. Under the circumstances at that time, it was indeed a temporary way to save his life. Unexpectedly, Meng Ling went back on his word and had the opportunity to fight Ximen Wuwei in three moves.

process.

If the Iron King and Monkey God were not tied to each other, now would be the perfect opportunity to run away, but it’s a pity...

"You can't leave. If you leave, you'll be running away. It's okay if Girl Meng is dead. If she hadn't died, she would have used my essence, blood, and energy to threaten my life..."

With his mind spinning, Feng Jueyu had no choice but to grit his teeth, grab the Sky Drop Sword and follow the Holy Star Alliance people out of the garden.

Jiying Palace looks particularly strange. It is obviously an unimaginably large palace, but people cannot see the top of the palace.

The sky is filled with billowing red fog and orange smoke from the Northern Sun. The closer you get to the place where Ximen Wuwei and others left, the thicker the fog becomes. Under the same circumstances, the temperature in the air also becomes higher and higher.

The higher it goes, the density of the original energy of the fire system becomes larger and larger...

Although Feng Jueyu's movement is fast, he doesn't dare to run around. It's okay to stare in one direction, but he must not fly too high. In this episode, the heights of the Heroic Palace are filled with chaotic and violent fire-type energy.

, even very mixed. It seems that it is not limited to the scorched fire in Beiyang.

"The Temple of Granting Heaven has carefully studied all kinds of fires, and they are all the fire for refining weapons..."

With the speed of lightning, Feng Jueyu mentally thought of Ximen Wuwei's introduction to the internal situation of Granting Heaven Palace, and he secretly felt that a crisis was gradually approaching him.

After ten breaths, he completely stayed away from the garden. Under his vision, there was only the vast red mist and orange smoke. These two kinds of vitality were actually one kind, the source called Beiyang Scorched Fire. It was hot, manic, and had a bad smell.

, the air always seems to be filled with the smell of metal scrap.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Feng Jueyu immersed himself in walking through the heavy fog, trying his best to open up his sight. With the help of his clairvoyance, he could see further than others. I believe that even Ximen Wuwei could not match his eyesight.

In the confusing fog, Insight scanned the surroundings, and suddenly a large square vague shadow appeared in front of him.

Feng Jueyu, who was galloping, opened his eyes and quickly turned sideways to adjust his position. Then he saw a square stone platform that was as tall as a person, passing by him.

"Whoa!"

Feng Jueyu suddenly stopped and looked around. Only then did he see that in the open space around him, there were some more casting molds of different heights, but all of them were relatively large in size.

The molds of these castings are very old, and almost all of them are made of an extremely rare gray stone. The molds are square, with grooves directly above each mold, and there are many shapes of grooves.

Some are like swords, some are like knives...etc., I don't know how many.

However, almost 90% of these casting molds are incomplete. Some are missing corners, and some are simply smashed to leave only the general outline. The ground is covered with stone powder, and there are some fine copper-like items near the mold.

Anvils, as well as some weird-shaped hammers and other broken instruments, it looked like a ruins.

Feng Jueyu is eager to find Meng Ling. Whether he secretly kills him and takes back the Iron King Monkey God Skull, or finds a way to clear up the past feud, he must do something to make sure that Meng Ling or the Iron King Monkey God Skull think they have taken the opportunity to escape.

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Therefore, he didn't pay too much attention to the ruins, but with his wisdom, he could roughly guess with a little thought that this place should be the place where the clan members of the Granting Heaven Palace used to refine weapons, and it seemed that they were just ordinary disciples.

It is used to learn the art of weapon refining, otherwise these molds would not be so rough, and the fragments of magic weapons and hammers on the ground would not be so low-grade.

After a quick glance, Feng Jueyu retracted his mind, because he found that he had not been slow to arrive, but there were no practitioners of the Holy Star Alliance around anymore.

"It's strange, it's so strange. There are more than a thousand feet in front and back, and I can actually lose someone?"

Feng Jueyu looked around and saw that there was no one around. Although the fog here was too thick and the visibility was not more than thirty meters with his clairvoyance, but even if he really went astray, Meng Ling and others would lose their visibility.

The trace is not so far away that you can't even hear a sound, right?

"laugh!"

Just when Feng Jueyu felt strange, suddenly, a subtle sound of breaking wind came from the side.

Feng Jueyu became alert and quickly took a step back, then saw a mysterious object flying past in front of him.

This mysterious object was definitely a living thing, because when the object passed by him, even though it was burning with blazing fire, he fully felt a strong breath of life rushing towards his face.

"Crack!"

Stopping, the sound of a soft body falling to the ground was heard. Feng Jueyu lowered his head and saw that his scalp immediately became numb.

On the metal floor panel, there is now a fleshy fat insect crawling. This insect is half an arm long. Its shape is very similar to some kind of maggot, but it is very large. It has no eyes in front of its head and only has a round shape.

It has a big, shaped mouth filled with fangs.

Not only that, this insect is burning with fire, which seems to be the essence of its life. It is actually a fire insect.

Feng Jueyu's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he glanced at the fire insect like lightning. He vaguely remembered the secret records about cultivating monster insects that he had studied hard in the past ten years and an ancient monster insect recorded in the classics - the fire salivary insect.

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"This...this is a fire salivation insect!"

Seeing the fat flesh bug, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly took a few steps back. He murmured with sweat on his forehead: "Impossible, the fire saliva bug is not that big, hurry up."

It’s a baby python.”

In shock, Feng Jueyu stared carefully at the large fire bug twisting and swaying on the ground, with a look of astonishment on his face.

And after the big fire bug fluttered a few times, it aimed its fanged head at Feng Jueyu, and opened its bloody mouth in an extremely ferocious manner.

"laugh!"

In an instant, an arrow of lava flow shot out from the big fire insect's mouth and shot towards Feng Jueyu's face.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, turned sideways, stepped forward, and slashed down at the fire bug with the sky-falling sword in his hand without hesitation.

"Pfft!"

The sword broke the insect's body, and the fire insect was cut in two with one sword. A large amount of red-yellow liquid flowed out of the body. At first glance, it looked no different from magma.

What surprised Feng Jueyu was that even though the fire bug was chopped into two pieces, its vitality was still tenacious. The two pieces were twisted and swayed desperately, and balls of magma-like liquid splashed out, including two.

The group fell on Feng Jueyu.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Feng Jueyu immediately used his original divine power to condense the divine armor to resist, but the magma liquid still burned rapidly on his body.

"Damn it!"

Feng Jueyu cursed loudly, his body quickly retreated, his inner energy circulated, the water-attribute divine power filled his palms, bursts of overwhelming cold air overflowed, turning into two cold currents and sprayed on the place where the fire was burning.

"laugh!"

The flames were extinguished on the spot.

Feng Jueyu breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the divine armor on his body, and was immediately surprised again.

In the two burned places, the divine armor was obviously damaged. Although it was not serious, it was enough to surprise Feng Jueyu. However, it seemed that the body fluids of the fire salivator and the spewing magma flow arrows did not belong to the north.

Yang Jiao Fire should be another type of fire origin.

"Fire salivation bug? Didn't it say that the fire salivation bug has been extinct for a long time? How come it appears here..."

Feng Jueyu was completely confused, but at this moment, faint shouts of killing rang out not far ahead...

"Cover Miss to retreat..."

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

Feng Jueyu raised his head when he heard the sound. In the confusing and confusing red mist and orange smoke, several figures flashed through the mist, as fast as lightning.

Occasionally, white and blue sword energy shot out in the mist, sometimes accompanied by magma flow arrows spit out by fire saliva insects, entangled endlessly. After a flash, these figures completely distanced themselves, and one of them held a sword in his hand.

Blue sword energy covered his whole body, but not long after, countless magma flow arrows appeared around him.

The sword energy and the magma flow arrows tore each other apart for a long time. The figure was finally unable to resist and was hit by the magma flow arrows. Then countless magma completely submerged it.

"Retreat, retreat quickly..."

In the mist, someone still shouted again, and Feng Jueyu immediately focused his divine power on his forehead and shot out quickly.

After three breaths, he followed the two figures, but one of them failed in the middle, and there was only one figure, running around in embarrassment.

It is Meng Ling.

"Meng Ling!"
Chapter completed!