Someone always brushes my favorability

The crater is billowing with gray smoke, and the surging magma seems to be able to burn everything in the world. In the naturally formed cracks, there is a heat wave that is a hundred times hotter than the outside world.

Dense sweat slipped from the fair and clean forehead, and the spiritual robes were also soaked in sweat, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

"Why is it so hot in here?" Wei Shuo said weakly with his hands like a fan.

Even if he has the fire spirit root, he can't bear the heat like a steamer.

"Tsk, Junior Brother Wei, didn't you say just now that this is a paradise for cultivators with fire roots?" Chu Hongying joked.

Wei Shuo didn't want to talk anymore, he wanted to hold on to the rock wall and walk forward, but as if he was getting an electric shock, he quickly withdrew his hand, looking at the burnt blister on his hand and gasped.

"Rely on me! It hurts me to death!"

Wei Shuo almost jumped up, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball.

As I went deeper into the cracks, I didn't know how long I walked, and my vision suddenly became clear. There were more than a dozen naturally formed caves of different sizes in front of me, with twists and turns, and I don't know where they lead.

True Monarch Jiyue stopped first, glanced coldly at more than a dozen unevenly distributed caves, and turned to Ling Xiao and the others: "Time is running out, everyone should act separately, and let us know if you find any communication symbols."

"Yes, Master Jiyue."

The three of Ling Xiao had no objection, and each chose a route to enter.

Seeing the figures of the three masters and nephews disappear, True Monarch Jiyue also chose a cave in the middle to move forward.

Suddenly, his figure flickered, and a trace of pain and patience appeared on his handsome and elegant face.

"Why bother, if you are willing to share your body with me, the crisis in the Fallen Flame Mountain Range will be resolved soon."

In the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a surge, and a magnetic voice of a young man came.

"Hey, I can swear that I won't hurt you, but will help you, and I just need to use your body for a while, and I will return it to you after a while..."

The voice of the young man chattered endlessly, and Zhenjun Jiyue's expression became more and more indifferent, and he threw two words at him, "noisy."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the spirit of the young man was distorted by anger, did he really think he was willing to talk so much?

If it wasn't for the fact that Jiyue Zhenjun refused to share his body with him life and death, how could he have mastered all eighteen martial arts skills?

The young man felt that he should be the most unlucky raider. When he first bound the system, what kind of strategy system was bound to the winner of life, the all-round student strategy system, the emperor strategy system, etc. sounded like

A tall system.

And what about him?

What is bound is actually the childbirth strategy system.

He is a big man!

To have a pregnant baby in every mission world!

A thunderbolt from the blue is not enough to describe his mood!

After finally stumbling along the way, the cumulative number of cubs born is not eight thousand, but several hundred.

He finally succeeded in being promoted to a high-level raider.

Needless to mention the sadness in it, he could shed a tear.

But what he didn't expect was that this mission was extremely unlucky, and he encountered one of the ten thousand things.

There are two ways for high-level raiders to enter the mission world, one is that the system fabricates their identity and background out of thin air, and the other is directly occupying the body of the native.

Because the first method has many disadvantages, high-level raiders are more willing to spend more points to choose the second method.

Every time before, it went well, only this time the body he occupied was too powerful for the soul of the native Jiyue Zhenjun, which made him cocooned, and his own spirit was severely suppressed by Jiyue Zhenjun, and he couldn't turn over at all, let alone go to the Raiders mission target.

If he had known this earlier, he should have let the birth subsystem fabricate a body and an identity background.

The young man regretted endlessly in his heart, he knew that money was hard to buy, and now he is in a dilemma, he can only wait for Zhenjun Jiyue to be injured, and then take advantage of the situation when his spirit is weak.

He had bad intentions, how could True Monarch Jiyue not feel it, so no matter what he said, Zhenjun Jiyue was indifferent.

He ignored the strange spirits in the sea of ​​consciousness and headed deep into the cave.

It's just that the deeper you go, the divine consciousness protruding out is like sinking into the sea, and no reaction has failed.

Obviously this volcano is not ordinary.

Without the effect of spiritual consciousness, the four of them could only rely on their senses to explore in the maze-like deep cave.

Suddenly, an echo of surprise came from the hot cave.

"Is this a fire-type spirit stone mine?"

On the entire rock wall in front of him was a large expanse of fire spirit stones, shining brightly in the scorching hot air. Wei Shuo's eyes straightened, and he swallowed quietly.

He suppressed his desire to mine on the spot, made a mark, and continued walking into another cave.

At the same time, draw a route on the parchment to indicate the location of the Huolingite Mine.

The yellowed parchment with winding routes is part of the route map that Wei Shuo explored during this period.

He has harvested the Huolingshi mine here, and Chu Hongying and Ling Xiao have also discovered Huolingshi veins in many places.

Everyone remembers their mission, did not stop, just did it

Mark the road map and continue walking deep into the volcano.

The temperature is so hot that the cave, which is almost toasting people, is dark, and the passage of time is unaware.

On the parchment, almost half of the winding route was drawn. Ling Xiao passed through another deep cave, and just stepped out of the exit, a bluestone palace gate appeared before his eyes.

The door of the bluestone hall is closed tightly, and the two bronze wicks are burning with star lights. Through the dim light, it can be seen that the bluestone is carved with dragon pattern murals, which are covered with traces of time.

Ling Xiao picked up the communication talisman, sent a message to the uncle, sister Chu and brother Wei, and told everyone the road map in his hand.

A quarter of an hour later, the cold figure of Zhenjun Jiyue appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

"Uncle Master."

Ling Xiao greeted him.

True Monarch Jiyue nodded at him. In his sea of ​​consciousness, Yan Chi, a young man, couldn't help but let out a groan, "looked" at Ling Xiao and said in his heart: The mission target is worthy of being the son of luck, and he found the destination so smoothly.

Although Yan Chi was suppressed by Zhenjun Jiyue's spirit and couldn't do unnecessary movements, he was able to see everything outside through Zhenjun Jiyue's eyes.

Looking at Ling Xiao's waist, long legs, and handsome appearance, he is simply the best in the world, and Yan Chi can't help but salivate.

He was very dissatisfied with the current state where he could only watch but not eat, but this did not prevent him from lusting in his heart, imagining Ling Xiao's half-faded clothes under him and his flushed cheeks.

"Ah-choo—" Inexplicably, Ling Xiao sneezed, a chill rose up his back, and he always felt as if he was being watched by something.

Zhenjun Jiyue didn't know the dirty thoughts of the strange soul in his body, he handed the parchment map in his hand to Ling Xiao, and put all his mind on the gate of the Qingshi Temple.

Zhenjun Jiyue was proficient in formations, and soon discovered the ancient prohibition engraved on the gate of the Qingshi Temple, and began to break the prohibition.

When Chu Hongying and Wei Shuo arrived in a hurry, most of the ancient restrictions on the gate of the Qingshi Temple had been broken. The two stood on the side in tacit understanding without disturbing each other, and together with Ling Xiao sorted out the parchment road map drawn by each.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly a dazzling light flashed on the door of the Bluestone Hall, and with a "click", the restriction dimmed.

The ancient restriction is broken!

The three of Ling Xiao raised their heads, put away the parchment road map and came behind Zhenjun Jiyue.

Rumble!

There was a loud sound of the stone door slowly opening.

The door of the palace, which had been covered in dust for a long time, opened, and a heat wave that was countless times stronger than before rushed out from inside.

The flames are billowing and burning, spreading throughout the corridor, and the sea of ​​fire is red and red.

The momentum is monstrous, and the turbulent rushes forward.

It seems to be able to burn everything in the world.

The crisis came too suddenly!

"careful!"

True Monarch Jiyue guarded the three nephews behind him.

His expression was cold, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he slashed down with the sword. The chill erupted violently from his body, and the frost spread from the tip of the sword to the ground, condensing inch by inch, and extending forward continuously.

A sword is frozen!

The sea of ​​fire collided with the ice and frost, sending out a strong impact, and the entire volcano seemed to tremble.

The dark red dust above the head fluttered on the ground, and the bronze lamp flickered twice and then went out instantly. The flames in the long passageway in the gate of the bluestone hall surged, but were soon covered by frost.

Ice and fire melt together and cancel each other out.

The light dimmed in an instant, and there was darkness in front of several people.

Wei Shuo quickly took out the moonstone, and the soft light dispelled the darkness.

"Let's go."

Zhenjun Jiyue said something, and the four of them walked in towards the gate of the Qingshi Palace.

"Look quickly!" Wei Shuo raised the moonstone and approached the stone wall of the palace, beckoning to Ling Xiao and Chu Hongying.

Those are rough and wildly carved murals. The first one is a volcano emitting billowing ash smoke. The second one is a volcano erupting and the earth burning into a sea of ​​flames. A mighty fire dragon rushes out of the sea of ​​flames. The third one is Men, women and children with fanatical eyes knelt in front of the fire dragon statue...

After reading all the murals along the way, True Monarch Jiyue fixed his eyes on the three nephews and asked, "What do you see?"

Wei Shuo and Chu Hongying looked confused, scratched their heads and said hesitantly: "Well, after the volcano erupted, a fire dragon ran out, and then the people worshiped it as a god, and then the fire dragon hurt people? Well, a dragon slaying warrior took it Killed? Then the people dismembered the fire dragon, and there was an altar, altar..." I couldn't make it up anymore.

The voices of the two gradually became quieter, and they secretly gave Ling Xiao a look for help.

Both Wei Shuo and Chu Hongying's skill points were focused on crafting and alchemy. They were geniuses in these two areas, but they were scumbags in other areas.

The two really didn't see any mystery in these murals, and could only hope that Ling Xiao would find something useful.

"Senior Sister Chu, Junior Brother Wei, you two are really..." Ling Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't know what to say. These two people are no longer good at talking through pictures. Don't you see that Uncle Jiyue was described by them powerfully Ability to stun for a moment.

Zhenjun Jiyue recovered quickly, and said to Chu Hongying and Wei Shuo expressionlessly: "Read more after returning to the sect." Then he said to Ling Xiao: "You tell me."

Dangerous look at Master Uncle

, Ling Xiao had a hunch that if he couldn't answer, the consequences would be very serious.

He coughed twice, calmed down and said: "If I guessed correctly, the mural should record the event of the magic dragon 1 years ago."

"According to ancient books, 1 years ago, two demon dragons were born out of thin air. Wherever the flame dragon went, there was a sea of ​​fire, and everything was burned. Wherever the frost dragon went, it was frozen for thousands of miles, and no one returned."

"At that time, there were two tribes, the Fireworks Tribe and the Frost Tribe. These two dragons were regarded as tribal gods, and the tribal totems were changed to look like the Flame Dragon and the Frost Dragon. The Demon Dragon protected the tribe, and the tribe relied on these two A magic dragon started a war..."

Ling Xiao told the history recorded in the ancient books one by one.

"The Flame Dragon breathed out flames, and the Frost Dragon breathed out ice breath, which burned three cities and frozen thousands of miles, causing millions of deaths. At that time, there was an uproar in the sky world, and the monks in the sky world were furious. After untold hardships, casualties It took many people to kill the two dragons."

"What about after that?" Wei Shuo was fascinated by what he heard, seeing Ling Xiao stop, he hurriedly continued to ask.

"There is no record after that." Ling Xiao said, his eyes fell on the few murals behind.

The totem of the flame dragon tribe, the strange bloody dragon corpse, the altar painted with blood-red mysterious lines...

Reminiscent of what Wolf Eleven said, Gui Lao predicted that the Luoyan Mountain Range would turn into a sea of ​​flames, Ling Xiao made a bold guess.

"resurrection!"

Ling Xiao's eyes lit up, and he said to his uncle: "Ten thousand years ago, the magic dragon was slaughtered, and the Fireworks Tribe did not give up. They tore up the dragon's body, built altars and palaces, and painted formations with dragon blood. The dragon is resurrected!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response to his words, a dragon's chant suddenly sounded from the depths of the palace.

Wei Shuo opened his eyes wide, and stammered, "No, it can't be. Could it be that the magic dragon has come back to life?"

Ling Xiao couldn't help being stunned for a moment, he wouldn't be so crow-mouthed, would he?

The four looked at each other, and immediately galloped towards the depths of the palace.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The overwhelming rain of arrows came rushing.

"There are organs!"

The four of them sacrificed their weapons and broke through the barriers all the way, destroying various organs simply and rudely.

The closer you get to the depths of the palace, the more frequent the sound of dragon chants, and the mighty coercion like a god and demon blows towards your face.

Finally, they came to the depths of the hall.

In the towering bluestone palace, the twelve flying dragon stone pillars are evenly distributed, and the galaxy is shining above the head. The twelve altars on the ground are distributed with hexagonal star rays. The red lines are like the surging blood vessels of the human body. In the white light curtain, the heart of the magic dragon is beating.

星

Under the light, the phantom of the flame dragon was condensing in mid-air, and the sound of dragon chant came from the heart of the dragon.

"Intruder, die!"

"Intruder, die!"

A hoarse voice, like a voice that had been smoked, came from all directions.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Hidden in the darkness, armies of mummies with weapons came from all directions.

They are preventing Zhenjun Jiyue and others from approaching the altar.

Dangdang!

There was a sound of weapons colliding in the hall.

Ling Xiao and Jiyue Zhenjun charged into the army of mummies with their swords, Chu Hongying raised a fiery red long whip, Wei Shuo sacrificed the crescent moon sword, and the sword technique was fierce and fierce, opening and closing.

These people were carefully selected by Zhenjun Huaying. They are powerful, and now they have shown their supernatural powers, and they suppressed the army of mummies for a while.

only……

"Why are these mummy alive again!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-0923:06:41~2020-11-1023:05:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 17 bottles of Abyss Sunshine; too lazy to name 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!