The sea dragon boat, riding the wind and waves, is like a real wild dragon, raging on the sea, passing by.

It's been a year since that.

At this time, the dragon boat went down to the sea and finally showed a touch of purple.

The more you move forward, the more intense the purple in the sky becomes, and when you get to it, it is the sea, which is dyed with a layer of purple.

Heaven and earth, sea and seabed, as far as the eye can see, are all mysterious purple.

In this purple sea, the sea dragon boat did not stop for a moment, and moved forward for an hour, hundreds of thousands of miles of sea crossed, except for the purple in the sky becoming more and more intense, what I saw and heard was the same as thousands of miles away.

At this time, Zhang Fan knew why this place was called the end of the world.

"Sure enough, it's the end of the world, and it's out of reach!"

Judging from the scene he saw, with the Tianhuo Island where the Tianhuo Palace is located as the center, with a radius of thousands or even tens of thousands of miles, it is really like the corner of the end of the sky and the sea, as if the edge of the world is dead.

In the sea water, there are no swimming fish and sea beasts, not even demon beasts, there is not a single one; above the sky, there are no seabirds soaring, no goshawks skimming the sky, except for the clouds, there are still clouds; above the sea, there are no islands and reefs, only the boundless sea area, which is as smooth as a mirror.

...... I don't know when, the monks in the sea dragon boat have gone to the deck, looking at this dead silence and desolation, if it weren't for the fact that everyone is a determined immortal cultivator, I am afraid that in the bleak atmosphere, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of death in their hearts.

"After the great sky falls, the sea area within a radius of thousands of miles is such a scene, which has not changed for tens of thousands of years. ”

The voice of the Huangshi Daoist was in his ears, looking at this desolation, Zhang Fan finally had a certain understanding of the heavenly changes tens of thousands of years ago.

can cause such a result, and it will still not disappear after tens of thousands of years, which shows the horror at that time, and it is no wonder that the seven gods will fall for it.

Under such silence, it seems that the sea dragon boat has slowed down for it, and in the meantime, it is impossible to feel the passage of time, as if everything is frozen.

I don't know how long it took, but the distant sky was finally no longer flat, and an island gradually revealed the sea.

"Huh?"

A moment later, as the island grew bigger and bigger in front of them, and gradually took up half of their field of vision, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the faces of the Huangshi Dao people.

"Zhang Daoyou, the wonder of the heavenly burial is not an ordinary sight, we can be regarded as catching up. ”

In his words, there is clearly a sense of schadenfreude.

"Sky burial?"

Someone in the Heavenly Fire Palace has fallen again?

Zhang Fan's heart moved, and he followed the gaze of the Huangshi Daoist, and sure enough, he saw a little difference.

Above the island, which was supposed to be the Heavenly Fire Island, a thick purple cloud was suspended.

This purple cloud was different from the other clouds in the sky, it was as if it were solid, and it implied a sense of rage, as if there was a huge force, and the flames were forcibly pinched into clouds.

Above the purple cloud, there seems to be a small black dot, the distance is still far away, even his eyesight, it is difficult to see clearly, not far from the purple cloud, there are also a few black dots suspended in the air, looking, like a human shape.

"Zhang Daoyou, Huang doesn't want to miss this wonder, Daoyou, you ......"

The Huangshi Daoist smiled strangely, and a flame appeared in his hand, enveloping him.

"Go together, go together!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, his shoulders shook, and Mo Ling rose into the sky, changing his appearance suddenly, and a huge shadow shrouded the deck.

Stepping out in one step, the body turned into iridescent, suddenly piercing the sky, and in a purple mood, it brought out a touch of splendor.

"Good brute!"

The Huangshi Daoist secretly praised, and the flames soared, and the sound of explosions followed.

The wonder of the heavenly burial in the distance is about to begin, and at the speed of the sea dragon boat, I am afraid that when they arrive, the daylily will be cold.

Naturally, in the eyes of everyone in the Heavenly Fire Palace, this result couldn't be better.

However, Zhang Fan and the Huangshi Dao people, they would not care about the thoughts of the group of women in the Heavenly Fire Palace, and they instantly burst out of the extreme speed, but in a moment, several miles of space spanned.

Thousands of feet away, the rainbow flames flickered, and Zhang Fan and Huangshi appeared, standing in the air.

Glancing casually ahead, the Huangshi Daoist quickly withdrew his gaze, looked at Mo Ling, who had shrunk back onto Zhang Fan's shoulder, and exclaimed in admiration: "Zhang Daoyou, what kind of demon bird is this, it is so fast?"

His eyes were full of love, and with his cultivation, he could naturally feel the violent spiritual power in Mo Ling's body, as well as the special three golden feathers, not to mention the extremely fast speed.

In the face of his appreciation, Mo Ling shook a "whoosh", don't look away, don't look at him again, obviously the beast just now did not escape its ears.

Zhang Fan smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke Mo Ling's feathers, and said lightly: "It's just a different kind of fire crow, but it's just an ordinary demon bird." ”

"Xenomorph fire crows, common demon birds?"

A strange voice appeared on the face of the Huangshi Daoist, looking at his appearance, he didn't believe it at all.

When will the low-level demon beast of the fire crow reach the strength of almost the sixth order, and then look at the divine power that it flies quickly and turns into a rainbow, it is clearly the bloodline of some kind of primeval demon god.

However, after turning around in his mind, he was stunned that he didn't find any primeval demon beasts with this appearance, so he had to give up.

Zhang Fan can be so credible, that is, he recognizes that it is impossible for him to know the details of the three-legged golden crow, which is something that no one of the bitter Daoists has ever heard of, not to mention that the Huangshi Daoist is at the peak of the Dan.

"Huang's ancestors also had such a fire demon bird, but Huang didn't have this opportunity. ”

The Huangshi Daoist sighed, and there was a sincere love in his gaze when he looked at Mo Ling.

Zhang Fan just wanted to ask what kind of demon bird made him miss him so much, but suddenly his expression moved, and he looked in the direction of Ziyun.

There, he was greeted by two substantial, angry glances.

On the other side of Ziyun, when it was the people of Tianhuo Palace who came to "see off", they were not as solemn as they imagined, but there were only three people, standing in the air.

All three were women, and standing in the middle was a young woman, about two years old, wrapped her tall body in a dress that burned quietly like a purple flame, changing shape in the sudden wind, and occasionally brushing on her body, showing delicate curves.

As long as you look at the woman in purple, you will forget all the graceful posture, slender curves and other thoughts, and even give birth to blasphemy in your heart.

Such a face, as soon as you see it, it makes people feel amazing, and it is not the kind of color that charms all living beings, but it is really like a fairy in the sky, falling into the world.

Alluring the country and the city, a little charming; the empty valley is a quiet orchid, few but kind; the frost is cold and cold, and the loss is too strong; Qionglin magnolia, inferior and heroic...... This is a posture that cannot be described by comparison, as if she is the only one in heaven and earth!

The woman in purple simply stood in the air, showing a calm posture out of thin air, her eyebrows frowned slightly, her jade teeth and lips, and her eyes brought out a touch of compassion, which made people can't help but want to replace her.

This compassion is not pure sorrow, but in sorrow, with the meaning of liberation, as if all living beings are suffering, and silence is the other side.

After many years of hard work, after all, it was in vain, Zhang Fan was only slightly moved, and then calmed down, and happened to hear the praise of the Huangshi Daoist: "Peerless beauty, don't let the demeanor of the Heavenly Maiden Yaoji." ”

In front of this woman, the two middle-aged women beside her who were glaring angrily were naturally ignored by Zhang Fan and Huangshi Daoren, and they never looked at them from beginning to end.

This neglect seemed to provoke their anger, and one of them stepped forward, opened and closed his mouth, and waited to scold.

At this moment, the woman in purple waved her hand slightly, and at the same time looked up at the sky, and the compassion in her eyes became stronger.

She obviously had a lot of status in the eyes of the two middle-aged women, and the person from before immediately restrained his anger and stood quietly on either side, not looking at this side again.

Zhang Fan glanced at her thoughtfully, and then fixed his gaze on the purple cloud.

On the purple cloud, a human figure is lying down, covered with a layer of fine purple veil.

On the purple yarn, from time to time, there are flames that are almost invisible to the naked eye, and when they appear, they are pressed back by something, and those who lack eyesight will even think that this is just the brilliance of the purple yarn reflected in the sun.

Zhang Fan and Huangshi Dao people are so cultivated, and they are all kinds of experts who specialize in cultivating fire and supernatural powers, and they can see the clues at a glance.

Underneath the purple veil, it was obviously covered by the protagonist of this heavenly burial, the disciple of the Heavenly Fire Palace who had already fallen, and the flames that appeared on the purple veil erupted from the body of this petite humanoid.

This purple yarn is not a mortal thing, it is a special cloth that suppresses flames, if there is no such thing, what appeared in front of Zhang Fan and them was a human-shaped coke that burned to the sky.

"Zhang Daoyou, this person should have died at the hands of the Heavenly Fire Demon Beast, and they used their exotic supernatural powers to ignite the flames in their bodies, and they died of spontaneous combustion. ”

Huangshi Daoren's opinion coincided with Zhang Fan, although he didn't know the attack method of the Heavenly Fire Demon Beast, but just from the flames that came out of the purple yarn from time to time, he could guess a thing or two.

"Huangshi Daoyou, it seems that as you said, this day the Fire Palace is in trouble. ”

Not long ago, the people of Huangshi Dao were still saying that the Tianhuo Palace held seven heavenly burials, and this time, at least, it was the eighth time, and the problem was not a big problem.

A smile appeared on Huang Shidao's face, but he didn't speak.

At this time, the woman in purple spoke up for the first time, "Senior Sister Ji, let's go!"

The meaning of compassion is also expressed in words.

As soon as the words fell, the sky above his head and the sea below changed at the same time.

"Boom~"

The sky dome, with a roar, gathered purple clouds, like a spiral nebula, revolving around a center, and below it, it was the purple cloud heavenly burial, and the sea, suddenly waves, in the full purple, gradually glowed red, centered on one point, spread out.

The sky and the sea seemed to be accumulating something, except for the roar that spread with the invisible shock, everything else fell silent, as if waiting, the loud sound that pierced the heavens and the earth!

(To be continued)