Just as Xuanyuan Po turned crazy, the heat wave running through the stone path suddenly turned into a real flame with a bang.

An extremely ancient breath emerged from the patterns on Xuanyuan's body, and isolated the flames from the outside.

But those real flames are the true body of the wild fire of the sky tree, which contains unimaginable power, which directly vibrates the true essence, aura and fire amplitude in Xuanyuan Po's body, becoming even more violent, and instantly breaks through his meridians and qi orifices, and rushes around!

Xuanyuan Po felt unimaginable pain, as if countless sharp knives were stabbing in his body, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling from his forehead.

After a moment, he could no longer bear it, and with a low roar, he knelt on one knee to the ground.

With a bang, his burly body, like a mountain, shook twice, and his iron-like knees smashed a shallow pit on the hard ground. The stone chips of flying gravels tore open several cracks to the burning wildfire everywhere, but were quickly filled in the next moment.

Because of those strange and beautiful patterns, Tianshu Huanghuo determined his identity as a demon clan and did not cause real damage to his body. However, the violent true energy in his body was irresistible and could explode and die at any time.

Xuanyuan Po knelt in the flames, closed his eyes, his expression extremely painful, and the heavy breathing sound seemed to never stop.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally opened his eyes and looked ahead of the stone path.

The wild fire in the stone path had disappeared, his eyes had returned to clear light, and there was still some lingering fear and awe.

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Shortly after Xuanyuan Po broke through the refining of the Tianshu wildfire, the other two Tianshu were under the ground, and the two powerful demons of the demon clan also broke through this pass. However, they were not like Xuanyuan Po who had received the golden needle expansion of the vein of Chen Changsheng in the National Education Academy, so the situation was much more dangerous and the shape was much more embarrassing. All the clothes were burned to pieces, with blood stains in front of him. The steps towards the stone path were extremely empty, and it seemed that they might fall down at any time.

Xiao De is worthy of being the second-largest demon clan on the Xiaoyao List. The Waste Fire Refining has no effect on him. This is first of all, thanks to his realm strength being far higher than Xuan Po and others, and it is because he had the opportunity many years ago that he once tried the Waste Fire Refining.

The real danger was the young man wearing a hat because he was under the greatest pressure.

He is not a demon clan, and there is no wild fire breath left by his ancestors in his bloodline. No matter how much pressure he is, he cannot appear on his body and face to protect himself. In other words, he can only rely on his own realm and strength.

Shortly after he walked into the ground from the stone hall in the tree, Tianshu Huanghuo felt that he was not a demon clan. There was no steaming heat wave in the stone path to greet him. There were countless extremely terrifying blazing flames coming to his face!

For the lives of non-demon races, Tianshu Huanghuo has no sense of tenderness or teaching, only extremely cold murderous intent.

Feeling the high temperature and pressure contained in the flames and the violent aura that seemed to come from the wilderness, the young man wearing a hat looked up slightly and looked at a touch of red in the depths of the stone path covered by the flames, and his expression became much more solemn.

This is the refining of a wild fire.

The strong men of the demon clan only need to pass by with their strong bodies and firm will, because there is a breath of wild fire in their bodies. If the strong men of the demon clan do not want to be directly burned to death by the Heavenly Tree Waste Fire, they must open their sea of ​​consciousness and let the wild fire transform their souls.

Of course, the young man wearing a hat doesn't want to die, and he will never choose the latter. So what should he do?

The pole star grass in the cracks in the stone walls that are extremely drought-resistant and cannot even be seen by the naked eye are directly burned into hundreds of wisps of extremely fine blue smoke.

A smoke-like curtain fell from the edge of the hat and fell to the ground, protecting his body.

The wild and violent sky tree wild fire fell on him, but was separated from the smoke-like curtain.

With the extremely low and harsh biting sound, the curtain became thinner and thinner, the smoke became lighter and fainter, and the solemn expression on his face became more and more real, but there was no fear, but he was cautious and curious.

If he stood in the stone path like this and endured the endless stream of the sky tree wildfire, even if his hat was a real magical weapon, it would be consumed into waste. He had to pass through this wildfire before the hat was completely invalid.

He walked into the flames all over the sky.

The light smoke that fell from the edge of the hat could protect his face and body, but could not protect his feet.

His steps were very heavy and slow. Every step he took would leave a clear mark on the ground of the stone tunnel.

I don’t know how long it took, but the wild fire in the stone path suddenly disappeared.

The light smoke hanging from the edge of the hat has faded to the point of being invisible.

A hint of pain occasionally flashed across his half-smart face.

In order to walk through this stone path covered with wild trees and fire, he suffered some injuries and was in great pain.

More heartache.

He used two magical artifacts that had been passed down from the Demon Palace for many years, and I don’t know when he would recover.

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The young man wearing a hat stood in front of a swamp, silent.

Of course he knew this wasn't a real swamp.

You can feel the suffocating heat wave coming from your face dozens of feet away, and even the edges of your clothes are a little crisp.

It's too hot here, even hotter than the previous refining of the wildfire in the stone path, and it should have reached the depths of the ground.

This underground cave is extremely large and very empty, with countless tree roots of varying thickness hanging from the cliff rocks on the top.

The roots spread around and drilled deep into the black rock walls.

These should be the roots of the sky tree.

Whether it is the black rock wall or the swamp in front of you, the temperature is incredible.

The light that came from the stone path and somewhere unknown, was scattered before it could fall.

I don’t know why the roots of those sky trees can still live well.

The entire underground cave gives people an extremely psychedelic feeling.

A stone collapsed from the cliff at the top. After more than ten breaths, it finally landed on the swamp.

A small hole was lifted on the surface of the frozen black oily swamp.

A flame ejected from the small hole, looking like a fire dragon.

The flame fell on the shore wall of the cave, turning into countless balls of flames, wrapped around several tree roots and began to burn.

The so-called swamp turns out to be magma.

The young man wearing a hat looked up at the top of the cave, and looked at the burning roots of the trees, his expression slightly changed.

Those roots are not really burning.

The flames gradually faded.

It was swallowed by the roots of those trees.

The nutrients needed by the sky tree are actually the magma fire underground?

He has a very noble status and a wide range of knowledge, but he still feels a little shocked when he looks at such a picture.

Thinking about what he would do later, he couldn't help but feel nervous, and reached out to hold the two slightly cool things in his sleeve, which made him feel a little better.
Chapter completed!