In an instant, a huge fist mark was left on the wall of the pot, and the talisman was shattered, and Yi Qianmo jumped out of the pot.

The flames were still burning, but Yi Qianmo found that the flame in front of him was a little different from the ordinary flames, and was much more intense than his pure spirit fire.

"This is the ultimate fire of the three thousand worlds, and in the three thousand worlds, there are countless such extreme fires!"

Asma said, "The flame in front of you is considered a relatively ordinary type among the extreme fire!"

"Even ordinary extreme fire is far beyond the flames of my world."

Yi Qianmo said, and then sacrificed the pure spirit fire.

Anyway, the pot of life soup has been absorbed, so the flame cannot be let go. If it can absorb the extreme fire of three thousand worlds, it will definitely be unlimited for the pure spirit fire.

Thinking of this, he immediately activated the fire control technique, and the pure spirit fire immediately swallowed it.

The flame immediately felt a crisis and immediately burned. It was originally the pure spirit fire that devoured the other party, but in the end it turned into this flame, devouring the pure spirit fire.

Relatively speaking, the pure spirit fire is too weak, and the flame is showing a crushing trend in terms of mass and quantity.

"Puff!"

The pure spirit fire was swallowed by the flame in an instant, but Yi Qianmo was not nervous because he could still sense the existence of the pure spirit fire.

With his thoughts at the sixth level of the Spirit Tower, as long as it is constantly, the possibility of the flames devouring the pure spirit fire is not high, and the other party has no support after all.

Sure enough, as he continued to inject his spiritual consciousness, the external flame gradually trembled. After using it for a while, the pure spirit fire directly wrapped the flame from the inside out.

Yi Qianmo dared not stay. Even if the flames had not been refined, he could only take them away first. If the old tree spirit came back, he would definitely not have good fruits to eat.

After taking away the pure spirit fire, Yi Qianmo sent it into the world of his body, allowing the pure spirit fire to refine the flame by itself.

He did not leave the hall, but wandered inside the hall. He found that the hall in front of him was very old. After cutting off the vines, the stone pillars of the hall were actually engraved with ancient patterns.

Yi Qianmo frowned. The pattern made him feel familiar. After a closer look, he was shocked: "This is... the dragon pattern of the Supreme Dragon Palace!"

He immediately cut off other vines and found that there were dragon patterns on other pillars, and they were derived all the way to the center of the hall, forming an ancient formation.

However, this formation has been severely damaged after countless years. There is a possibility of restarting, but it is time-consuming and labor-consuming!

He raised his hand and all the vines in the entire hall were shattered, and the hall returned to its original appearance. At this moment, at the front of the hall, he saw a severely damaged sculpture.

This sculpture is about several feet high. Even though it is so severely damaged, it still brings a strong sense of oppression to Yi Qianmo. His head has been cut off and only one of his hands is left.

The remaining arm, holding the hilt of the sword, seemed to be out of the sheath at any time. When looking at it from the front, Yi Qianmo felt a sense of fear.

"Is this...a dragon palace?"

Yi Qianmo thought to himself.

The Supreme Dragon Hall had long been destroyed, but during the heyday of the Supreme Dragon Hall, the Dragon Hall existed in every corner of the Three Thousand Worlds.

This Dragon Palace is the embodiment of laws and rules, controlling the operation of the three thousand worlds, but it is already the most prosperous morale of the Supreme Dragon Palace and it no longer exists now.

However, in addition to enshrining the Dragon Emperors of all dynasties, ordinary dragon halls also enshrining the contemporary Dragon Emperors. However, in the hall in front of them, there is only one sculpture, which is obviously not an ordinary Dragon Hall.

Looking at the sculpture carefully, Yi Qianmo could still feel his former majesty. Through this sculpture, Yi Qianmo could feel the magnificent era.

However, time has left this hall full of devastation, no one worships it, and no one maintains the order of the Supreme Dragon Hall. The former dragon clan has become history.

After all, he was a monk who had obtained the inheritance of the Supreme Dragon Palace. Even though Yi Qianmo walked to the sculpture through the long river of history, he still bowed respectfully.

"My younger generation Yi Qianmo came from the world of dust and received the inheritance of the Dragon Palace. I will pay homage to the senior here!"

He bowed and was very pious.

But just as Yi Qianmo bowed his head and bowed, the surrounding lake suddenly flowed, and he actually saw countless monks coming and going.

The hall in front of him also became completely renewed, and oil lamps lit up around him, and the air even filled with an incense breath.

Countless monks, like him, worship the sculptures in front of them, prayers, silent people, and look up. There are countless people.

Yi Qianmo was very surprised, but he was even more curious. He raised his head and wanted to see what the owner of the sculpture looked like, but as soon as he raised his head, the surrounding scene disappeared.

Looking back, it was already desolate, and there were no monks there.

Yi Qianmo couldn't help but wiped his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Is it even my will begin to become blurred in the three thousand worlds?"

He smiled bitterly, turned around and left the hall. When he walked to the outside world, he realized that there was a dilapidated scene, with broken walls and ruins covered with vegetation everywhere.

From a distance, I heard a burst of violent fighting sounds, and the light flashed continuously.

The Kyuwu God Tree absorbed the soul soup, adding fifty large star fields to his body. At this moment, there were already one hundred large star fields, and his combat power even exceeded the limit of 100,000 dragons.

But Yi Qianmo could still feel a strong sense of oppression from the aura that overflowed from the distance.

His current combat power can at most adapt to the world in front of him, without being oppressed, at least he can move freely and exert all his combat power.

But if you want to fight with the other party, the distance is still quite large.

"Let's go back first!"

Yi Qianmo has no intention of staying.

Only when he takes over the world he is in and concentrates all his power on himself can he be qualified to enter the Three Thousand Worlds and compete with the creatures here.

Thinking of this, his figure flashed and he galloped in another direction, and quickly ran towards the exit according to the path recorded by his spiritual thoughts when he came.

But he had just escaped less than a mile and suddenly felt a huge sense of oppression coming. When he reacted, the shock wave radiated by it. He was uncontrollable and was overturned to the ground by the shock wave.

After shattering dozens of walls, it stopped. The area that was originally a ruined area has now been moved to the flat ground!

No, the hall where he came out before still exists, but it seems lonely and very annoying at this moment.
Chapter completed!