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Wei Zhenyu was dissatisfied: "How dare you say you can do it with your ordinary skills?"

"Are you good at craftsmanship?" Song Qianji asked intentionally, "How many times have you done it?"

"Never!" Wei Zhenyu spit out two words coldly, and then pressed the hilt of his sword angrily, "Don't speculate wildly, let's go!"

Song Qianji smiled and walked down the steps slowly.

In the future, secret passages, labyrinths, and guardian monsters will emerge one after another along the way.Sometimes the golden eagle screams, and sometimes all arrows are fired.

When exploring the road, Song Qianji walked in the forefront, and if he stepped on the mechanism, he would run back immediately, leaving the fighting opportunity to others.

He ran fast, like a slippery fish.Wei Zhenyu couldn't catch it, so he had to take the lead, and drew out his long sword against the overwhelming talisman arrows, boosting morale: "For Mobei, for Xintian!"

The Silver Armor team was full of fighting spirit, slashing and slashing with knives, and shouted in unison: "For Xintian!"

Song Qianji had to admit that these young people fought with faith in the new world, and the scene was quite passionate.

Just like when I saw Ji Chen and Li Cigou face each other before, they met their opponents, they did not give in to each other, and they were full of fighting spirit.

Although he didn't have much faith, he suddenly felt that it was a good thing that there were still people in the world who could seriously compete with him.

Song Qianji decided to wait for Xian Jianchen's matter to be settled, so he went to Ziyun Temple, asked the uncle to play a game of chess seriously, and told the other party that he had inherited the Dragon Slaying Formation, and taught others to kill a two thousand-year-old dragon.

There are no dragons in the world, and killing dragons in the Dragon Slaying Formation is not considered overkill.

Every time the battle is over, there is a mess everywhere, and before Wei Zhenyu turns back to catch the fish, Song Qianji walks to the front by himself.

"You run fast." Wei Zhenyu said.

"I have specially practiced the ability to escape." Song Qianji turned around and asked, "Let me choose this time?"

"You choose." Wei Zhenyu said.

You lead this large group of people, and you all listen to an "assassin". Sooner or later, your team will be finished.

It is impossible to finish.

After many twists and turns, with Song Qianji's suggestion, they can always turn the crisis into safety.

Even Song Qianji felt that his luck had improved, and the encounters he encountered were all experienced in his previous life, or carefully analyzed by the soul of migrant workers.

They finally reached the deepest part of the underground palace.

The downward ladder broke at this point, and everyone seemed to be hovering on the edge of the cliff.

Forty feet below is a large jade pond, which is as big as the square maze at the entrance, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance.

What flows in the pool is not water, but a purple-red flame.

Sparks are flying and heat waves are rolling.

Even though the cultivator had spiritual energy to protect his body, his skin was burned by the rising fire.

King Wei's confidants seemed to feel no pain, and looked extremely excited:

"King Wei is the destiny!"

"Congratulations to King Wei for getting his wish!"

Only Wei Zhenyu himself had a solemn expression: "It's too early."

This thing is ferocious and violent, if it cannot be tamed, it will be burned to ashes by it, not even a sliver of soul is left.

But he has come here, from the day he left Qianqu, there is no turning back.

Wei Zhenyu looked around the four walls, only to see densely packed runes flickering.He closed his eyes and calculated the location. Although the pool of fire was in the center of the underground palace, it was not heavily protected. Instead, it was like a prisoner trapped in an underground prison, preventing it from escaping and endangering the world.

Wei Zhenyu split a ray of consciousness and tried to communicate with it.

"King Wei came to the Blood River Valley, and this is what he wants." Song Qianji pointed to the center of the fire pool, "There is no end to the fire."

There is a purple lotus blooming there, like a spring, a steady stream of flames gushes out from its petals, but is imprisoned by the runes beside the cold jade pond.

Wei Zhenyu said proudly: "If you want to compete with me, each should rely on his own ability."

"I don't mean that." Song Qianji shook his head.

If it was the previous life, with such a treasure in front, he would naturally have to fight for it.

But now, no matter how beautiful the fire is, in his eyes, it is not as good as the real lotus in the big vat of Songyuan, which is full of color and fragrance.

Poolside zigzagging runes make up an old saying:

Those who control the fire will be burned by the flames.

It can be seen that this "flower" is not well maintained, and it is easy to devour the owner.

Wei Zhenyu suddenly opened his eyes: "Stand back!"

His voice is severe.Everyone hurriedly retreated to make room for him to perform.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Wei Zhenyu jumped forward.

At the same time, a figure took a step ahead, crossed his side, and went straight to the center of the fire pool.

It was Song Xun who just said that he "didn't mean it"!

Wei Zhenyu snorted coldly, and turned his long sword towards Song Xun: "Draw your sword!"

He has long disliked the light and thin, transparent and dull, very treacherous and insidious killing sword on the opponent's body.

The Silver Armor team wanted to step forward to help, but with a loud bang, the stairs bent and fell backwards, retracting like a door panel, instantly isolating everyone from the pool of fire.

The underground palace agency sensed that someone was rushing towards the fire pool, and drove the others away.

Endless Fire is the core inheritance of the underground palace, and it is only passed on to one person.

Song Qianji and Wei Zhenyu launched at the same time. At this time, the two were in mid-air, and Wei Zhenyu's sword light pierced Song Qianji's back.

Song Qianji flicked his sleeve to block it, and had no time to explain to Wei Zhenyu——

His purple mansion has the most vital spring of immortality, water and fire are inherently incompatible, and the 'endless fire' that burns everything can no longer be tolerated.

The net bottle vibrates endlessly, urging him to leave quickly.

The souls of migrant workers in the realm felt that the temperature in the wheat field was rising, and they all scolded him for what the hell he was doing.

Water benefits all things without fighting, and the Immortal Spring intends to take a step back.

Endless Fire seems to be provoked, and the anger accumulated for thousands of years cannot be suppressed, like a volcano erupting.

The pool of fire suddenly burst into waves, and the tongue of fire was like a long dragon, heading straight for Song Qianji.

It seemed that endless flames were coming towards him, and they chose him actively.

Wei Zhenyu's offensive was even more urgent.

There is Ziyan in the front, Jianguang in the back, and there are migrant souls shouting and cursing in the realm.

"Don't scold me, scold Xian Jianchen if you want to scold!" Song Qianji didn't forget to scold him back in his busy schedule.

Just now when Wei Zhenyu was jumping, the spirit pearl in his sleeve flickered for a moment and then returned to dim.

He woke up with a start and released his spiritual sense to investigate.

There is a random teleportation array engraved under the pool, presumably to make it easier for the successor to leave here after obtaining the inheritance.

He didn't meet anyone else along the way, and the person he wanted to kill could only be on the other side of the teleportation array under the pool.

The landing point of the random teleportation array will change, and the opportunity must not be missed.He could only jump into the fire pit immediately.

This surprised and angered him.

Xian Jianchen, that bastard, how many people did he ask him to kill?No extra money?

"Song Xun, you should know that there is only one person who can't stop the fire!" Wei Zhenyu's sword light was blocked, but he didn't feel annoyed, instead he felt that it should be so.

This person hides his cultivation and follows him all the way, he must have a plan, since it is not for assassination, it seems that the only way to make sense is to seek the treasure.

"I know." Song Qianji simply stopped.

Inexhaustible Fire has been enraged by his Undying Fountain and is at its most violent state.

At this time, if it is to leave the pool, it will be violently attacked.

He has the Immortal Spring to protect him, Wei Zhenyu does not.

The two stood facing each other, and the purple double lotus was burning in the middle, which was very beautiful.

Song Qianji sighed that I owed you, and said with a smile: "There are only two of us here, if it doesn't choose me, I will choose you, [-]/[-] win rate, just take a gamble?"

"What's the bet?" Wei Zhenyu asked.

"It's a gamble. I have been a pawn all the way for you, so I should be the first to scout the way this time."

"Okay." Wei Zhenyu nodded slowly, like a proud king, "I'll let you go first."

Seeing Song Xun reaching out to touch the lotus, his face turned red and white, and his forehead was dripping with sweat, as if he was enduring pain.

Wei Zhenyu stared at his face, as if the other party would be burned to ashes in the next moment.

No.

Song Xun's slender fingers finally touched the root of the endless fire, gently folded it, and picked it up from the pool of fire, like picking an ordinary lotus.

Inexhaustible Huo struggled angrily in Song Qianji's hands, sparks burst and crackled, but was suppressed by the Immortal Spring covered in Song Qianji's palm.

The roar of endless fire reverberated in his purple mansion, and the Immortal Spring was not to be outdone, and was about to rush out of the clean bottle, pouring cold water on the opponent.

Wei Zhenyu saw Song Xun picking the flowers lightly, and lost all expression in an instant, his eyes were deep: "I lost the bet."

The other party snatched the flower, his face was pale, but he was not in a hurry to leave, and he smiled to himself: "You have never lost."

The man stretched out his hand and threw the endless fire casually.

Wei Zhenyu felt as if struck by lightning when he heard the words, subconsciously took the lotus, but didn't look at it.

The dust of the past is like a rain of fire, one after another, it is all in front of you.

Someone said to him on a rainy night: "You have never lost."

The same.

How could it be the same?

A flash of lightning split Wei Zhenyu's mind, he stretched out his hand and strenuously moved forward, trying to grab the corner of the man's clothes.

But the flames in his hands burned endlessly, and burned into the Zifu from his chest, making him unable to move, and everything in front of him was distorted.

The figure was extremely blurred, and was engulfed by the sea of ​​flames in the blink of an eye.

"what--"

.........

Song Qianji scolded Xian Jianchen in his heart, passed through the teleportation array at the bottom of the pool, and smashed it on the white snow.

In the deepest part of the ice cave, the walls are as clean as a mirror.From extreme heat to extreme cold, Song Qianji couldn't help but sneezed.

"Who?!" A loud shout rang out.

Not long after, three or four young monks rushed over, their expressions were vigilant, their clothes were torn, and they looked a little embarrassed, but they could be vaguely recognized as Qingya scholars.

"No way." Song Qianji murmured, looking towards the entrance of the cave.

Everything has changed, it is impossible for Ziye Manjusri to still be trapped in the ice cave of his previous life.