The raindrops were unusually large, and they crackled as they landed in the magma below.

And the demon beasts in the magma also became restless at this time.

Now, all the demon beasts know that if they don't get hit by the raindrops and improve their physique and intelligence, they will no longer be able to adapt to the hot magma that changes and upgrades because of the addition of these raindrops.

However, once the monster is hit by raindrops, it will also become a delicious food in the eyes of others, and must deal with the covetousness of its companions.

Similarly, if you devour your companion who has been transformed by rain, you will be able to have the benefits of your companion and adapt to the changing magma.

Therefore, there are some monsters who choose to crawl in the lava, ready to pounce on their fellow rain-stained companions at any time.

Sometimes, however, before such a target can appear, these monsters have been killed by the more eerie and scorching magma in the first place.

As a result, more and more monsters gave up on this idea, and all of them rushed to meet the raindrops, hoping to be transformed by the raindrops before the magma was upgraded.

As a result, the bites between demon beasts have become less and less, and the number of demon beasts has not decreased too much.

The rain continued to rain for several hours.

After heavy rain continued to fall, the temperature of the magma gradually increased, and now the lava monsters that can adapt to the magma have changed dramatically.

The size of these lava monsters was quite large, and the two eyes that were already red were now even redder.

Judging from the glittering gaze in their eyes, it was clear that they already had a lot of intelligence.

The torrential rain has not stopped, and the demon beasts that have been transformed by the rain are no longer satisfied with waiting for the rain to come.

One by one, the lava monsters aimed their sharp teeth at their companions beside them, and frantically greeted the torrential rain above while biting, and their evolution speed became even faster.

Fang Yan and the four of them looked at all this in horror, and they all sensed the increasingly scorching magma breath, and even on the Taiping Qing Qingye, there was a faint feeling of warmth.

It is not difficult to imagine that if you were still riding the flying boat talisman at this time, I am afraid that you would not be able to hold on for a few breaths, and the bottom of the flying boat would be scorched by the huge heat rising from the magma and fall into it.

In fact, at this moment, although the monks with some means are still alive in the Ascending Dragon Realm, they are also forced to fall by the hot magma sublimated by the torrential rain.

Eventually, the rain gradually subsided, and the dark clouds in the sky were gradually cleared by white clouds.

Fang Yan and the four of them looked at the sky in a daze, knowing that this terrible storm was finally over.

Although the methods of the people of the Ascending Dragon Chambers have been able to stir up the wind and rain in the Ascending Dragon Realm, it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand after all.

At this moment, this strange rainstorm that spread all over every corner of the Ascending Dragon Realm has finally reached its limit.

The four of Fang Yan all had a sense of the aftermath of the catastrophe at the moment, but more importantly, they were worried about the purpose of the people behind this rainstorm.

One after another miserable howls, one after another in the Ascending Dragon Realm, it was simply terrifying.

Fang Yan and the others didn't have any other monks around, so they couldn't see this scene.

The White Hawk Sect, which was hundreds of miles away from Fang Yan and them, was affected at this moment.

The white eagle under the head Wu Hongji, although it was a flying spirit beast with thousands of years of Taoism, was also burned by the hot magma, and the feathers on its chest had disappeared, revealing a large area of crimson flesh.

And the dozens of surviving White Eagle Sect disciples had all fallen at this moment, and together with the White Eagles they were riding, they fell into the tumbling magma.

Many of these disciples were contaminated by the rain, and then their temperament changed drastically, and they even pounced on their fellow disciples with bared teeth like irrational beasts......

Wu Hongji closed his eyes, unwilling to reminisce.

The unwillingness and despair of these disciples before their deaths were deeply imprinted in front of Wu Hongji, and what made him feel painful was that he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the White Eagle Sect disciples fall one after another.

Elder Wang Ping, seeing that his last beloved disciple could no longer hold on, and after falling into the magma together with the white eagle under his crotch, he looked at the head Wu Hongji and the elder Wu Fan with red eyes.

"Head, Wu Daoyou, Wang is almost unable to hold on. Now that the disciples of the White Eagle Sect are withering one by one, Wang Mou only feels exhausted, and he can only take the first step!"

As he spoke, Wang Ping tilted his body and closed his eyes tightly, then jumped off the back of the white eagle.

Wang Ping was careless and let the rain stain his body, and then, like those disciples, fell into madness, and even wanted to immediately pounce on and bite the flesh and blood of Wu Fan, who was also contaminated by the rain.

Only the head Wu Hongji, with his natal magic weapon to protect him, never let himself and the white eagle be contaminated by the rain, but unfortunately his natal magic weapon can only be maintained to him alone, and he has no spare strength to help others.

And the white eagle exclaimed, and did not follow Wang Ping's will to take refuge in the head or Wu Fan, but chose to follow Wang Ping to die together.

It's no wonder that these White Eagles are all monks of the White Eagle Sect, raised by themselves, although they signed a master-servant contract, they have a very deep affection, as long as the master falls, they will hardly live alone.

Even the White Eagles of the previous disciples were all buried in the Ascending Dragon Realm with their masters.

Seeing this, Wang Ping sighed helplessly, suppressed the bloodthirsty crazy thoughts like a beast in his heart, and closed his eyes.

Whether it was Wang Ping or Bai Ying, a look of relief appeared on their faces at this moment, and they quietly threw themselves into the rolling magma.

Apart from the sound of two heavy objects falling into the water, there was no other sound.

The White Eagle Sect's early Xuan Xuan Elder fell.

Wang Ping and Wu Fan are both Tongxuan monks, but Wang Ping's cultivation is slightly lower, and he is an early monk who has just stepped into Tongxuan.

And Wu Fan is a monk in the middle of the Tongxuan Sect, both of them are elders of the White Eagle Sect, before the catastrophe that swept Ninggu came, they lived in the White Eagle Sect, serving spirit beasts on weekdays, educating disciples, and living a happy and comfortable life.

At the same time, although the White Eagle Sect is not a very powerful sect, it has the head of the sect Wu Hongji, a monk in the late stage of Tongxuan, who is in charge, but it can also compete for the top few positions in the Thirty-six Sects, which is also considered to have some status.

In addition, the White Eagle Sect does not have too many conflicts of interest with other sects, and they mainly serve spirit beasts on weekdays, and use spirit beasts to trade with other sects, so the White Eagle Sect has a good relationship with other sects.

Such a sect that can be counted in the popularity of the entire Ninggu Continent, there are only two people left at this moment.

The head of the sect, Wu Hongji, and the elder Wu Fan, an elder who was also contaminated by the rain and became insane.

"The real person in charge, Wu Mou, like Wang Daoyou, has reached the limit. ”

Wu Fan found that after Wang Ping was completely submerged in magma, his bloodthirsty madness was not alleviated.