Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

After pushing away the clouds and mist, Yue Ti Anaconda quickly brought the two of them to an open space. There was not even a weed around, but there was a hint of excitement in Si Ziming's eyes, mixed with a bit of excitement.

It was obvious that he knew this place, after all, he had been there once before.

He didn't take Yu Zhao beside him seriously. Her physical strength was definitely not as good as his. Once she was touched by a spark, she would turn into ashes.

Fen Yan must be his!

Yu Zhao looked around and saw obvious signs of burning on the ground, which should be left by the burning flames.

Yue Ti Anaconda supported the ground with one hand, and a magic circle appeared in the palm of his hand. It expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into a blue light, condensed in one place, and rotated and rolled several times before stopping. Even more powerful light covered that area.

Boom! ! !

The huge noise caused the surrounding air to vibrate, and a burst of hot air gushed out from the ground. The next second, the soil on the ground cracked into large pieces.

Finally, a sea of ​​fire appeared before his eyes. The heat was so scorching that Yu Zhao could hardly open his eyes. Before he could adapt, Si Ziming on the side became restless and jumped directly into it.

That's right, he jumped directly into the boiling magma, leaving Yu Zhao beside him dumbfounded. His physical strength was comparable to that of some physical cultivators. His clothes and even his hair accessories had some fire-proof runes drawn on them. He looked rich from head to toe.

The ends of the boy's hair were burned a little, and then he walked through the lava as if it were flat ground.

Seeing the shock in Yu Zhao's eyes, he became even more proud.

Tsk.

People from small sects are different and have no experience.

In fact, what shocked Yu Zhao was that there was a road here and he could walk across it, but he insisted on wading through it.

It's like crossing a river. There is a bridge to cross, but other people are different. They jump in and wade through the water to show off their skills.

Yu Zhao pursed his lips and followed Yue Ti Anaconda silently. After passing countless stone pillars, they finally arrived at an altar.

There was a giant dragon-shaped beast carved on the altar with its bloody mouth wide open. It was wilder than the dragons in other places, but it was only the head of the dragon and part of the body that looked mighty. Yu Zhao raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The lower half of the dragon did not even have claws, and it looked a little sloppy.

There is a strong sense of fragmentation, and it has a bit of a "tiger start but whimper finish" style.

This dragon seems to have been carved by two people.

There was a sea of ​​fire all around, surging and roaring, like countless giant beasts devouring flesh and blood. When Yu Zhao came to his senses, the young man in the sea of ​​fire finally climbed ashore slowly. To be honest, the fabric was quite good.

If he was not from the Wanjian Sect, Yu Zhao would really like to ask him where he bought the fabric and the runes, which were strong and heat-resistant.

Yueti Anaconda placed one hand on the dragon's claw, and a glimmer of light appeared in the dragon's eyes. Then more light spots spread out from the sea of ​​fire and gathered on the dragon's body. The soil on it began to fall at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then more soil fell to the ground, turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

A dragon roar suddenly sounded, shaking off the last clods of mud, and a giant golden dragon appeared before their eyes. He exhaled gently, and turbid white mist fell on the faces of several people.

Yu Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, covered his cheeks with his hands, stood with his legs apart to steady himself, and his bare breath almost sent her flying.

Yue Ti Anaconda waved her hand in front of her and said, "Juqiu, you are still the same, liking to spit."

The old dragon named Juqiu shrank in size and coiled himself on the claws of another giant dragon. "Yueti Anaconda, it's been years since we last met. You're still the same, like an old, fusty old man. Aren't you afraid of getting wrinkles?"

Yue Ti Anaconda had no time to reminisce with him and said bluntly, "Where's Fen Yan? Call it out. There are only two of us here this time. If it keeps being picky, I won't bring anyone here again."

All evil is caused by it, so naturally it has to be resolved by itself.

Juqiu: "...Can't we just catch up after not seeing each other for a while? You always act so businesslike, it's meaningless."

He couldn't fly around and travel around with his soul like Bai Zhu, so he was envious.

A few seconds later, Juqiu dived into the sea of ​​fire, holding something tightly in his dragon claws. It was a square stone, which looked ordinary, but had a unique shape.

Juqiu put it on the ground, swung his tail, and hit it directly in front of Yueti Anaconda. The stone spun several times and stopped after rolling.

This rough method does not seem to be a good thing, but rather something despised.

Yu Zhao lowered his eyes and looked. The square-like stone had left some marks on the ground, burnt marks, a long black strip. In just a second, the stone quickly floated in the air and turned into a palm-sized flame, like burning blood, with a smell of burnt flesh.

The fiery red color is also several shades darker than some spiritual fires.

The flame in front of me is really a little small.

However, no one dared to underestimate it. Yu Zhao could feel a burning sensation from a distance, as if it was going to burn people and then melt their bones and blood.

It was a terrifying feeling that made it impossible for her to move.

Si Ziming, who was standing by, had his chest heaving violently. He was dumbfounded the moment he saw it. He walked towards the flame as if bewitched, his steps disordered, and even his breathing became lighter, as if he was afraid that it would run away.

The flame burned slowly and then fell quietly in mid-air. Si Ziming's clothes could not withstand the hot flames, and they burned inch by inch, starting from the hem of his clothes, and sparks scattered everywhere.

Feeling the burning heat, Si Ziming had to use his spiritual power to resist the power of the flames in front of him. The blood in his body was almost burning and his heart was beating very fast.

The spirits above Yu Zhao's head trembled all over and shrank back behind him. She grabbed one of them with her backhand and whispered, "You weren't this scared when you stole my things. Are you scared now?"

He really is a bully who only picks on the weak and fears the strong.

But looking at the timid spirits, Yu Zhao finally put them behind her and gained a lot of favor from the spirits. They were just playful or wanted to eat some of her spiritual power, which was not a bad thing.

Yu Zhao thought sinisterly that if he was short of things when he went out, he would use them as a scapegoat.

Si Ziming in front of her was burning all over, as if he was about to be cremated, but his pace did not slow down. Yu Zhao felt that she might not be able to withstand the high temperature, but she still took a tentative step forward, and her whole body seemed to have hit a pot of charcoal fire.

Especially the eyes, it looks like the eyeballs are about to be burned off.

Even the high ponytail was not spared, and the ends of the hair began to burn.