Jiang Xianhai was well-informed, and when he witnessed the trajectory of the circulation of the true yuan, he was amazed in his heart.

This way of operation of the true yuan is unique, breaking the routine of the immortal cultivation world for thousands of years, which seems to be unreasonable, but it is secretly in line with the way of heaven;

He has never dared to underestimate Jing Yao, every time he meets Jing Yao, he is surprised, the speed of this girl's growth is simply intolerable in the world, and there is no such monster in the fairy world.

Jiang Xianhai felt that getting along with Jing Yao was quite pleasant, if Jing Yao could grow faster, maybe the big things he had planned for many years would fall on Jing Yao.

Jing Yao also ignored everyone's mental activities, and changed to a more comfortable posture for her, Jiang Xianhai immediately sensed Jing Yao's intentions, and with a 'drive', he threw the whip of the transformation and whipped it on Huifa.

The formation changed, and the position of the dragon head also had a slight difference, Huifa was slightly ahead of Sun Chengbi by one position, and his guarding technique was finally put to use.

Huifa endured his anger and bowed his body hard to fall into the abyss, Sun Chengbi was snickering in his heart, and as soon as he raised the corner of his mouth and snickered, Jiang Xianhai's whip fell: "The old man didn't want to whip you, but you gloat, so I have to teach you a lesson...... Don't you accept this explanation?"

Sun Chengbi: "......"

After the leader of the Huifa fell, the blood-red magma brought him a deep sense of fear.

He wanted to slow down the speed of his fall, but he realized that he couldn't help himself, he lost control of his true yuan, in addition to his mind can still be active, and his body seems to be under the control of others.

He was like an outsider, watching his out-of-control body sink headlong into blood-red molten slurry.

A hundred years of Buddha's heart, Huifa, who read through the Buddhist scriptures, found that his soul was also trembling because of the speed of the rapid decline, and he believed that he was not a qualified monk, did not have the courage to sacrifice his life to feed the tiger, and did not have the fearless spirit of the Buddha's mouth.

In fact, the Buddhist sect founded by the first Buddha Emperor did not advocate the emptiness of all aggregates...... They are just like normal people, and those Buddhas don't bring him any comfort.

When the six of them fell into the lava, they were surprisingly silent, and a colorful cloud suddenly burst into the sky, forming a hard barrier around them.

The hot breath could not erode the wall layer, under the scorching heat, but there was a cool and comfortable feeling, Huifa was ready to sacrifice, but unexpectedly found that the speed of his true yuan passing was insignificant, and everyone seemed to be at ease, and the speed soared, splitting the turbid waves, and penetrating into the bottom.

There are not a few monks in the immortal cultivation world who are good at the technique of combined attacks, but they can at most play the thinking that one plus one equals three or equals four, but Jing Yao's combination method is a terrifying growth, and Huifa even has an illusion that if there is a monk who crosses the tribulation realm in front of him, he is also sure to kill the enemy with one move.

In about ten breaths, they walked through the first lava and their vision suddenly cleared.

The lava overhead stood like a castle in the sky, without any medium, and not far below was a pool of blue magma, which was hotter and more frenzied.

This space fell in Jing Yao's eyes, like a compressed world, all the items had reached a boiling stage, and she witnessed a stone that couldn't stand the baking, fell off the mountain wall, and fell into the magma with a clang.

The small stones shook the entire space, causing the mountain wall to crack at a rapid rate, and the small stones fell out of the cracks, turning into dark weapons in the sky, and falling down like torrential rain.

The dense stone rain inevitably fell on the glow of the light curtain, evaporating green smoke, Jing Yao had no intention of slowing down, waving the whip condensed by the true yuan, the void flapped, they were like swimming fish returning to the deep sea, flexibly shuttling through the stone rain, sinking rapidly, and then sinking into the blue lava.

Passing through the second barrier, the sight returned to clarity, and the lava below turned bright red again, the only difference was that the molten lava here was more like a tranquil pond, with a spiral staircase at the edge of the mountain wall, but the temperature was even more terrifying.

Jing Yao looked forward to it, and was about to continue falling, after passing through this magma, whether he went deep into it or not, he had to arrange the formation.

The combination of formations is almost at its limit.

The rumored samadhi true fire can scorch all things, although Jing Yao has not seen the samadhi true fire, but the sea of fire magma in front of him will not be much inferior to the samadhi true fire.

Qin Chaoran was dressed in black, holding the magic knife and prostrating in the corner of the mountain wall, his skin was chapped and his eyes were blank, his dry lips were subconsciously pursed, and his throat was a dry pain.

There were also two monks beside him, both of whom were still distracted demon generals, but now they were a mess of charcoal.

There were also three black and red beads beside Qin Chaoran, which were the mission items they had entered the sealing space, and they were named Yanxin by the Demon Father Qin Qiuhe.

He completed the mission assigned by the Demon Lord, but there was no chance of survival.

Qin Chaoran has a resolute heart and never believes in fate, at this moment, he can't help but disbelieve it, he can feel the terrifying true yuan fluctuations under the center of the earth, although it is difficult to determine what is causing trouble, the only thing that can be sure is that this fate is explained.

Qin Chaoran thought a lot, the roar in his ears seemed to be the call of death, he played tricks and subverted a legendary sect, no one knew that the fall of the Sword Sect was planned by him.

He pushed Qin Qiuhe to the highest point, everything that everyone took for granted was actually in Qin Chaoran's strategy, his next plan was to subvert the Demon Sect and let the high-ranking Demon Father taste defeat......

Qin Chaoran worked every step of the way, just to make the layout perfectly presented...... Qin Chaoran laughed at himself, after all, human calculations are not as good as heavenly calculations, he thought about the sealing space in the end, which is why he ended up in such a situation.

Looking at the tranquil blood red, he suddenly made up his mind that since he couldn't choose life and separation, he could at least choose a death that he was satisfied with, and he would rather be devoured by molten slurry than be evaporated to death by high temperatures.

With such thoughts, Qin Chaoran held the clutch knife and stood strongly.

Suddenly, a light curtain as fast as a meteor crossed in front of him, and for a moment Qin Chaoran thought of a variety of possibilities, and finally determined that there was a strong person entering here, under the terrifying high-temperature molten slurry, the glow was insignificant, but there was a sense of déjà vu that was important.

Qin Chaoran was excited, and shouted loudly: "Seniors stay behind...... Save...... Save people......"

He also disregarded his demeanor, his hoarse voice was like the friction sound of two pieces of metal, it sounded very harsh, but the light curtain was gradually moving away in his gaze, Qin Chaoran panicked in his heart, this was a chance to live, how could he pass by.