Xiao Yu's thought had not yet been born, and the severe pain was metamorphosis from the tail vertebrae again, and compared with the last time, the interval was clearly shorter. Xiao Yu's heart froze, and before he could endure the pain, the intense pain instantly filled his whole body, as if he was engulfed by flames.

This kind of devouring is not the same as ordinary devouring, the burning of the flame is not only metamorphosis outside the body, but also burns in the body, and the infinite flames will swallow Xiao Yu in it, Xiao Yu clearly feels that his internal organs are scorched and melted in the flames.

How terrifying this feeling is, although Xiao Yu has already cultivated to feathering, it may not take long to cultivate a complete spirit body, but after all, he has not yet reached that realm, and no matter what time it is, the body is of great significance to every martial artist.

So perceiving that the flesh and blood in his body were burned by the flames, Xiao Yu's heart gave birth to infinite fear for a moment, it is rumored that when he is feathered into a flying immortal, he will suffer eight times or even more, each of which is a life of nine deaths, including a heavenly tribulation, a thunder tribulation, a fire tribulation, a wind tribulation, a water tribulation, and an earth calamity.

At this moment, Xiao Yu was devoured by the Phoenix Divine Flame, just like the feeling of suffering from the fire tribulation, and the pain and despair brought by it, even if all the pain in the past were combined, it could not be compared.

Xiao Yu was in the flames, barely perceiving everything around him, trying to find a ray of life, but the endless pain kept coming, as if it would never disappear until he was burned to the ground.

Xiao Yu knelt on the ground, his palm showing cyan flames, and he did not transform into shape, as if it was just the most chaotic primordial energy, wantonly burning everything.

Xiao Yu put his arms on his chest, his whole body curled up tightly, forcibly enduring the pain of the flames, with the degree of this flame, Xiao Yu knew that he had no time and space to think about how to deal with it, the only choice at this time was to be patient, wait for the pain to accumulate to a certain extent, wait for his perception of the pain to be numb, and then think about how to deal with it.

Between the chaotic heaven and earth, the cyan flames burned wantonly, one moment, two moments, one hour, two hours...... The cyan flame has never weakened, but has become more and more vigorous. Xiao Yu curled up in the cyan flames, tightly guarding the sea of knowledge, things were not as he expected, not only the power of the flames was not weaker, but even the pain that his body could feel did not become lighter at all, but became heavier and heavier.

In this situation, Xiao Yucai finally understood the feeling that life was worse than death, he very much hoped that what he was experiencing now was just a nightmare, and when he woke up, everything had returned to the same as before, but everything was so real, and the truth could make him feel every emotion in his heart. From the initial suspicion and shock, to the tenacity and quietness later, and then to the current impetuousness, fear, and even extreme pain, the hatred that is born.

In the past, no matter what Xiao Yu experienced, he had never given birth to hatred, but today when he was burned by the flames, his originally clear heart actually bred a lingering hatred invisibly.

This kind of hatred comes from the Phoenix Divine Fire, but Xiao Yu wants to vent the hatred in his heart on other people, those who have had a grudge against him, and those who have brought him pain.

At first, there was only a little hatred, but as Xiao Yu endured more and more pain, the hatred became deeper and deeper, and when he came later, it seemed that it was not the flames that were burning him, but this monstrous hatred.

In such an infinite hatred, Xiao Yu's divine consciousness gradually became blurred, and what he saw in front of him was hazy, as if an endless illusion, and in the center of the infinite illusion, there was a black gate suspended.

Xiao Yu stood up and walked slowly towards the black gate, as long as he opened the folding door, he could vent all his pain and hatred.

The humiliation he received when he was young, the pain of Di Feng causing Di Xuan to leave, the blood and tears of Qiushui and Zuo Yuntang outside the City of Radiance, and the endless blood on the Demon Palace...... All the hatred is presented in turn on Xiao Yu's journey, he wants to open this door, and then make everyone pay for it.

A faint black qi quietly turned into a blue flame, like a swimming dragon, wrapped around Xiao Yu's body.

Xiao Yu raised his head slowly, and under his messy long hair, his pupils were red and bloody, and blood was crisscrossed.

Xiao Yu dragged his heavy body towards the black gate, everything in front of him became more and more hazy, and it seemed to be more and more clear, as if the two worlds were separated, one gradually drifting apart, and the other getting closer and closer.

"Hmph!" Xiao Yu didn't take a steady step, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell to the ground, Xiao Yu barely stood firm, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and involuntarily stopped, standing still in place, his eyebrows showing pain.

The moment Xiao Yu settled, the cyan flame suddenly flourished, and the pain caused by it was several times stronger than before, but Xiao Yu's mind became a little more sober at this moment, and he subconsciously stroked the long hair on his head, but it was not half scorched.

With just this one action, Xiao Yu was already suddenly aware in an instant, he may indeed be suffering from the flames, but everything he saw in front of him must be just an illusion.

Dreamland...... Where did this illusion come from? The Phoenix Divine Flame can certainly create an illusion, but the hatred that was born just now may not—

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu was shocked-Demon Venerable!

There was no movement of the Demon Venerable for a long time, which made Xiao Yu almost forget his existence, but at this moment, Xiao Yu realized that the Demon Venerable had never disappeared.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and forcibly kept himself awake, some things began to become somewhat clear, and he vaguely knew what he was going through now.

Before he could think of it, the flames were full again, Xiao Yu shouted, and the calm he had managed to maintain instantly collapsed, and he fell to his knees involuntarily, his whole body curled up tightly, forcibly enduring the pain of the flames.

At the beginning, Xiao Yu rolled in the flames, and slowly he didn't even have the strength to roll, but just curled up weakly on the ground, bearing this hellish "fire tribulation".

"Young Master ......"

I don't know how long it took, a familiar voice sounded slightly, and Xiao Yu slowly opened his eyes, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Young master, young master ......"

The voice became clearer and clearer, and Xiao Yu finally remembered that this voice was none other than Youlian.

"Young master, how are you?"

Since Xiao Yu was burned by the five-colored divine flame, he seemed to have lost his mind, he could only clearly perceive the hatred and murderous aura exuded by Xiao Yu's body, and the demon did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly passed the news to the emperor, what kind of person the emperor was, he naturally knew the stakes, taught him the method of guiding the gods, and finally woke up Xiao Yu.