Sure enough, as Jiang Nanjun expected, when the Nine Babies flew through the fallen Nine Infant Gate, they felt a scorching breath rushing towards them.

Just a few seconds passed, and a drizzle fell overhead. The rain was like the spring rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River, delicate and silky, but extremely hot. Both of them were drenched in the rain, and they both felt that their skin was on fire, as if they were burning the fire so painfully.

Feng Ni was originally a phoenix in the fire, and she should not be afraid of the fire after being reborn several times in Nirvana for thousands of years, but this time the fire brought her such a real burning sensation, and she couldn't help but be frightened. Looking down again, I was even more amazed.

I saw that under the nine infants, there was a turbid wave and boundless ocean. As the drizzle falls, the sea is undulating, and bright red flames are rising from the bottom of the sea.

When the drizzle of rain touched the flames, instead of being evaporated, they bounced back and turned into drops of golden water. When the drops of water hit them, they brought with them the burning pain.

"Zimo, is this what you call the sea of fire in the sea?" Feng Ni asked.

Jiang Nanjun nodded and said, "Yes, in ancient times, this sea was a place for burying monsters. After all the demon beasts die, they will be buried here, so the demon beasts are heavy, and the flames that are born are different from other places, no matter the immortals and demons, if they touch this fire, they will be burned to death. Without the help of the Nine Infants, we would never have been able to rush through. ”

I see, Feng Ni felt that her eyes were wide open.

Flying further, the flames became more and more intense, and the two of them could hardly bear it, and it began to become difficult to breathe.

Nine babies felt the change in their breath, looked up to the sky and cried, and the nine crested heads spewed out nine waterfall-like white waves at the same time, and the white waves joined together, forming an oval fast-spinning flywheel, protecting the two of them. Shrouded in the white wave flywheel, the air around them instantly cooled down.

As a phoenix, Feng Nie can also breathe fire, but she can't spew out this water, let alone have nine heads at the same time, so she can't help but secretly envy the magical ability of Jiuying in her heart, fantasizing about how good it would be if she could be so powerful.

Jiang Nanjun peeked in, guessed what she was thinking, and quipped: "Feng'er, you say, is it you beautiful or this nine babies beautiful?" ”

When Feng Nie heard this, she immediately became angry, and said angrily: "Jiangnan Zimo, you are so bold, you dare to compare this girl with a demon beast!" ”

After saying that, he stretched out his two fingers and pinched his waist, Jiang Nanjun screamed, regretted, hated to go back in time, he didn't say anything. If you want to say this pinching skill, but women are equally powerful all over the world, and careless men may be unfortunate at any time if they don't choose to speak.

After flying for about an hour, at last, a tall tower was in sight in front of me.

"The Emperor's Tomb has finally arrived!" The two cheered with joy.

The Nine Infant Beasts slowly lowered them, let out a long cry like a baby, and then rushed to the sky again, disappearing in an instant.

In order to see the emperor's mausoleum more clearly, Feng Nie dragged Jiang Nanjun into the air. Both of them looked down at their feet and let out a surprised compliment.

If it weren't for the darkness in the sky overhead, and there was not even a single dark cloud, I really couldn't tell that this was a mausoleum, but more like a majestic imperial city.

Directly to the east, there is a group of solemn and tall palace buildings, each of which has been deliberately arranged according to the intention of the feng shui master. Most of them are set up by relying on the dragon veins on the back of the mountain and the water, and there is a main hall in the middle, which must refer to the Jinluan Hall of Emperor Xuanyuan, facing the south and the north towering into the clouds.

In front of the palace complex, a main street winds its way to the market. There are as many shops as you can imagine in the market. Some people made of terracotta figurines are vividly placed in the market, forming a bustling atmosphere, making them feel that the lively atmosphere on this street is about to surge. (To be continued.) )