Chương 468: Flame Lord

In the Profound Sky Continent, there is a vast and endless dark space.

This space is like a deep night sky, and at a glance, darkness invades the bone marrow. daunting.

This is not the pure darkness. In that darkness, huge rivers of magma flowed slowly in this dark space. These magma rivers criss-cross and run through the darkness. Form an extremely large and complex context.

Can ordinary people come here?

the answer is negative.

This is not underground. Only those who are strong in the Profound Realm can reach this underground place by relying on their endless vitality.

Standing high, looking down, those ten thousand zhang magma rivers are like giant magma dragons crawling in the darkness, quiet and vast.

There is no time scale here. The landscape here is amazing. It is really hard to imagine who has such ability and created such an earth-shattering extraordinary view.

When you get close to those giant magma dragons and come to the intersection of the giant dragons, you will find that the center is not magma, but a mysterious dark space.

"Feng, I feel the aura of the Lord of Flame is here." Ying Huanhuan said.

Since rescuing the ancestor of the wild, Ying Huanhuan and Ye Feng lived together for a moment. She moved in Ye Feng's space and came to this strange space.

It is dark and the air force has no echo of sound, and people need to use mental power to communicate with each other. The dead silence here seems to be like this forever.

"He arranged a formation here." Ye Feng said.

These seemingly irregular magma dragons actually formed a formation with an area of one hundred thousand feet.

"He likes to study formations, and indeed he has this ability." Ying Huanhuan said.

The large formation of magma here has the power to destroy the world. Even if they are the powerhouses of the wheel mirror, if they get here, if they are trapped in it, they will have to shed a layer of skin if they are not dead.

Ye Feng knows a little bit about formations. Following the magma, after a while, they found the center of the formation.

The center of the formation is a huge magma lake of thousands of feet, and the red magma is constantly bubbling. That kind of temperature can instantly turn a strong person at the Life Profound Realm into ashes.

On the center of the formation, there is a sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus was red all over, floating quietly on the magma. It looks as if it was cast from a single crimson crystal. The sarcophagus has no lid, and there is a person lying in it.

With the help of the light emitted by the magma, it can be seen that it is a slender man. He has a handsome face, his eyes are closed tightly, and there is still a faint majesty between his brows. A fiery red long hair, and burning like a flame.

"We meet again." Ying Huanhuan said.

After countless years, Ying Huanhuan saw Lord Yan again.

Time quietly floated on the magma lake. Although it was not big, there were traces of extremely faint fluctuations emanating from it. It supports the operation of the magma formation.

"He's suppressing a different demon king." Ying Huanhuan said.

"It's useless. The majestic Flame Lord can't beat the Different Demon King." Ye Feng said disdainfully.

With a wave of Ye Feng's hand, the energy in the surrounding magma quickly gathered towards the Lord of Fire.

As the formation was broken, extremely cold black air continuously emerged from under the sarcophagus. It was freezing cold.

The Yan Lord lying in the sarcophagus opened his eyes. There are flames beating in the pupils: "Bing'er?"

"Brother, my name in this life is Ying Huanhuan." Ying Huanhuan said.

"You are Bing'er in my eyes. Bing'er, why did you wake me up?" Yan Clan asked.

"I woke you up." Ye Feng said.

"Are you a pig?" Lord Yan cursed and said, "Do you know that you have caused trouble?"

"Jie Jie Jie, this king has finally come out."

Black mist emerged from the sarcophagus.

With a wave of Ye Feng's hand, a wave appeared out of thin air, turning Lord Yan into a drowned chicken.

"What are you doing?" Lord Yan scolded.

"Spoken words to me to make you sober."

"You're out of your mind! I said you got into trouble, could it be that I was wrong?" The Lord of Flame continued to yell at Ye Feng again, furious.

"It seems that you still need to wake up." Ye Feng waved his hand, and the power of space enveloped the Flame Lord.

嗡 There was a ripple in the space, and the Flame Lord disappeared. In an instant, he appeared on the sea in the chaotic sea area thousands of miles away.

"Boom!"

The Flame Lord's hands were bound by physical space ropes. It fell heavily from the sky into the sea.

"Spatial Teleportation... Could it be that he obtained the Space Ancestral Talisman?"

Lord Yan was astonished.

"Ah!"

The Flame Lord wanted to break free from the shackles of the space lock, and the sea water was evaporated by the blazing high temperature, but he still couldn't break free from the shackles of the space lock. Not only did he not break free from the shackles of the space lock, but he was also pulled by a strange force, constantly falling towards the seabed of the seabed.

"Grumble!"

The surging firepower around the Flame Lord continuously evaporated the seawater, leaving a vacuum in the seawater. Even so, he was still dragged into the bottomless and dim trench by the mysterious force.

……

"Feng, what did you do to him?" Ying Huanhuan asked.

"Distressed?" Ye Feng asked.

The Flame Lord pursued the Ice Lord in his previous life. But he has never captured the ice master's heart.

"No, he is my senior brother from the previous life after all. Moreover, he paid a great price for protecting the Profound Sky Continent." Ying Huanhuan was afraid that Ye Feng would punish Yan Lord, so he anxiously pleaded for Yan Lord.

"Don't worry, I just let him sober up. After a month, he will be free again." Ye Feng said.

"Hey, who are you?"

In the black mist, the voice of the strange demon king came.

The Yan Lord is one of the eight ancient masters, with strong strength. Relying on his cultivation in the previous life, he suppressed a strange demon king.

Ye Feng defeated Lord Yan easily with every move, which made the strange demon king very afraid.

Ye Feng stared at the black mist and said, "I don't know why, but he makes my heart restless."

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, and the colorful emperor flames spread out. The black mist quickly enveloped it.

"what?"

"what are you doing?"

"Did you let me out just to destroy me?"

The different demon king screamed again and again. He couldn't believe that Ye Feng had just saved him and was going to kill him now.

"Save you?... You're thinking too much." Ye Feng increased the delivery of the Seven-Colored Emperor Flame. Half a minute later, the different demon king lost his voice. Three minutes later, the Yimo King was tempered by Ye Feng into a black bead just like the Yimo King suppressed by the Great Desolation Monument.

"It's such an evil smell." Ying Huanhuan frowned slightly, and she felt a very uncomfortable breath with just one glance.

"Who are we going to save next?" Ye Feng asked.

"Can it be the Lord of Devouring?" Ying Huanhuan asked weakly.

The Lord of Devouring is the only eight ancient masters who have fallen. With his own ability, he allowed the Ice Lord to be reincarnated. As the reincarnation of the Ice Lord, Ying Huanhuan felt guilty towards the Devourer. She hoped that Ye Feng could resurrect the ancestor of devouring, but she was afraid that Ye Feng would refuse.

(End of this chapter)