Martial Inverse

The flames of the sky are soaring into the sky, and the sky is also burning red. Thousands of miles of flaming mountains, there is no night around, and here the four seasons are like summer, with a radius of hundreds of miles, the earth is cracked with terrible cracks, from these cracks , and spew out scorching breath from time to time, ordinary people simply cannot live within the range of a hundred miles. **

In this thousand-mile flaming mountain, the endless flames have devoured the lives of many powerful people. If they fall inside, even the bones will be burned to ashes.

However, in this ocean of flames, a figure staggered around inside, he fell down from time to time, his body twitched for a while, then he took out a elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, and then quickly got up , Facing the depths is a burst of mad rush.

Everything in front of him was completely red, and Feng Hao's vision was distorted by the flames. Every inch of his body was burned red by the hot flames, just like a red-hot iron plate, faintly emitting The smell of heat and grilled meat.

It's not that he didn't choose Wuyuan, he also has ice-type cores in his body, but every time he bursts out Wuyuan, he is directly pressed back by the flames, and the Wuyuan in his body is quickly consumed clean.

At this moment, he was unstoppably hot, and the flesh all over his body seemed to be about to burst. The blazing flames also violently impacted him, making his movements slow down, and he even took a few steps back from time to time.

However, in the flames that can burn even the sky, the faint glow on his body is very obvious, as if he has been covered with a layer of fire-preventing clothes, so that the flames can't get close to him at all. body.

The flames in front of him seemed to have no end, but Feng Hao never thought of retreating, he endured the boundless burning pain, and walked unswervingly towards the depth step by step.

"hiss"

The sound of inhaling breath came out of his mouth continuously, his face was also flushed, and there was still steam faintly, the sweat was produced from the skin pores, and was directly evaporated by the scorching high temperature, and a suffocation followed. hit.

"Hey!"

A burst of flames rushed straight in, and Juli directly staggered the forward Feng Hao back. Feng Hao, who had almost no energy to resist, stumbled back more than a dozen steps, knocking his heel on a raised stone, and directly He fell on his back, and suddenly, the flames on the ground burned him even more crazily, causing him to jump up, shaking his body non-stop, sucking in the cold air.

"No, it won't work like this!"

He swallowed a cold elixir again, and within a few seconds, he returned to his original state, and, with the sudden heat, one can imagine the enjoyment.

"Crack!"

One heartless,

He took out a piece of Wujing, Yan Jue picked it up, and he began to refine Wujing slowly.

With the addition of Wu Jing's pure energy, the Wu Yuan vortex that had been hollowed out in his body rolled up again, and Wu Yuan poured into the crystal different core, and with a buzzing sound, the different core was It shook slightly, and a Dao Senhan mist spread out.

"Chi Chi!"

As if cold water had been sprinkled on a scorching iron plate, there was an ear-piercing 'chuck' sound all over his body, and at the same time, he could smell a cool breath.

"rush!"

Wu Jing, he is not much left, and this is the second time it is used to fill Wu Yuan. For the sake of speed and less pain, there is no other way.

With the ice attribute Wuyuan body guard, although it is scorching hot, it is within the range of tolerance. Feng Hao's pair of pitch-black eyes are filled with cold air, aiming at the direction, stepping on the flames, and rushing wildly.

After running at full speed for about three hours, Feng Hao also consumed a full two pieces of martial crystals. This was still under the condition that he was very frugal. Finally, a group of mountains appeared in his distorted line of sight.

"hoo hoo"

Looking at the undulating bare mountains near and far, Feng Hao stopped, panting heavily, and calmed down after a while.

"Huh?"

Fen Lao's voice was full of astonishment, "Unexpectedly, a drought has emerged in this fire area!"

"Drought?!"

Hearing this name, Feng Hao's body trembled, and there was a touch of fear in his eyes.

According to the rumors, Hanba is a monster in flames, born for fire, and everything burns wherever it goes. Unexpectedly, I could meet him in the Flame Mountain.

"Master, what should we do then?"

But all spirits and monsters are people with incredible abilities, how could a great martial artist like myself be able to contend against them?

"Hey! What are you afraid of? Such a treasure, you still despise it?"

Hearing his fearful voice, Fen Lao snorted disdainfully.

"Treasures?"

Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, then his face twitched again, his feet jumped up and down, and he cried out pain from time to time, until he called out a cold Wu Yuan, he calmed down a little.

"snort!"

Fen Lao snorted softly, "Every ghost has a essence core in its body, and at least a middle-grade spiritual weapon can be created with the essence core."

"Spirit weapon?"

Feng Hao's eyes lit up.

Ordinary people know the ranks of weapons. Ordinary weapons are ordinary weapons. If they go up, they are spiritual weapons. For ordinary people, spiritual weapons are out of reach. If they go higher, they are legendary weapons. Feng Hao can't know how it works.

Speaking of weapons, he still doesn't have a handy one so far. Ordinary weapons can't withstand Thunderbolt Slash at all, and the strength of Benlei Fist cannot be released through weapons, which makes him very entangled.

Back then, when he saw Yan Qiong's long sword in the Warcraft Mountains, he was very jealous. He estimated that it was at least a top-grade spiritual weapon. Otherwise, with her strength as a warrior, she would not be able to threaten the great martial artist at all.

Now, after Fen Lao mentioned that the spirit weapon needs the essence core of spirits to be refined, he only knew the origin of the spirit weapon.

"At least a middle-grade spirit weapon!"

His breathing was quietly rapid, and then, there was another burst of pain.

"Keep going, that hag should be guarding the strange crystal, tsk tsk, the degree of this strange crystal can also be compared with your ice-type one."

Hearing these words, Feng Hao got even more excited, he sprayed his Wu Yuan all over his body, stomped his feet, and fled away again.

In the mountains, a figure flickered and appeared, very agile.

"Chi Chi!"

The flames here are a little purple and black, and the temperature is several times higher than that of the outer area. If Feng Hao didn't have the protection of Fen Lao, and he happened to have an ice-type body shield, it would not be easy to get here. things.

"Are you there?"

Looking at the entrance of the cave with purple fire spraying out on the mountainside in front of him, Feng Hao's slightly agitated mood also calmed down.

His footsteps stopped, and a huge figure with a height of more than two feet walked out of the cave. A pair of purple-black eyes, full of tyranny, looked directly at Feng Hao!

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