Chapter 368 Innate Spiritual Fire

In order to find the second elder who was rumored to be meditating in the Amazon forest and revive the Vandal tribe, the female pirate Margaret not only sent a group of tribesmen to leave Wusha Island with Yang Ling, but also gave him a portrait of the second elder. Take out the portrait and take a look

Later, Yang Ling became more and more certain that the old man in white robe sitting cross-legged in the molten pool was Brent, the second elder of the Vandal tribe who had been searching for thousands of years.

Was he seriously injured, or was he trapped by restrictions?

Look at the Fire Elf King who is fighting left and right under the joint attacks of Elders Fawn, Stuart and Brown, etc., killing many knights and magicians with exploding fireballs from time to time, and then look at the molten pool with flames soaring into the sky.

, Yang Ling secretly guessed the reason why the second elder appeared here.

It is rumored that the second elder cultivated to the divine level thousands of years ago, and is a master of wind magic. In order to break through to a higher level, he went to the vast Amazon forest to meditate. The underground mausoleum is lifeless, except for the death energy and fire magic on the second floor.

There was no trace of wind magic outside the elements. Obviously, he could not have come here to meditate. Either he was seriously injured and unable to move, or he was trapped alive in the molten pool.

If the basin lined with stone monuments is a confinement space, with many gravity restrictions, illusion formations and killing formations superimposed; then, there are traps everywhere around the molten pool, and mysterious restrictions are superimposed one after another. A member of the Holy See accidentally broke in

After that, his whole body was on fire and he was circling around like a headless fly. Soon he was burned to ashes.

No matter how strong you are, you can withstand the flames soaring into the sky, but if you don't understand the secret of the restriction, it is not impossible to be trapped for thousands of years!

This restriction is too big and complicated, with multiple layers of illusion formations. Not to mention ordinary people, even Yang Ling, who is very familiar with the restriction, dare not break in. It is not a problem for him to avoid some traps, but he wants to completely break the restriction.

, there is nothing we can do for the time being. If you guessed correctly, the key formation point should be in the molten pool with the flames soaring into the sky, but who would dare to rush in so rashly?

"Young man, if you want to break the restriction of fire, this molten pool is the key. Come in, with me here, you don't have to worry about these purple flames!" Just as Yang Ling carefully observed the restriction in the molten pool, the old voice once again spoke in his soul.

There was a sound.

"Elder Brent, thousands of years have passed, and the tribe has been looking for your whereabouts. I think the tribesmen on Wusha Island will definitely welcome your return!"

Although he understood that the old man just wanted to break the restriction and had no ill intentions towards him, for the sake of caution, Yang Ling still vaguely mentioned the relationship with Wusha Island. Then, he opened the Frozen Realm body protection and gritted his teeth.

Plunge into the flaming molten pool.

As the old man said, the molten pool is the key to breaking the restriction of the Fire Elf. Only by breaking in and seeing clearly can we come up with a way to break it. In addition, with the Frozen Throne Armor and Frozen Realm Body Protector, just in case

If something goes wrong, you can exit immediately.

Usha Island?

After hearing the voice transmission from Yang Ling's soul, the old man was shocked and looked excitedly at Yang Ling, who was rushing towards him like a gust of wind.

As soon as Yang Ling and his party entered the underground mausoleum, he noticed this group of uninvited guests. At first, he thought they were another group of guys who came to die; but when Yang Ling led a team of elites to pass through many illusions and quickly arrived at the Fire Elf Tribe,

He understood that after thousands of years, he finally had the opportunity to escape from the predicament.

Back then, he accidentally broke into the second floor of the mausoleum and fell into this ancient formation. With his strong mental power, he saw through many illusions and fought his way in, directly breaking into the molten pool of flames. Unexpectedly, the fierce fire

The power of the Elf King lies in the molten pool

He had increased several times, even more than ten times. After a big battle, his divine power was exhausted, and his mental power dropped sharply. Although he could barely sense the situation in the outside world, he could no longer see through the molten pool.

The illusion has been trapped alive for thousands of years.

Through his spiritual consciousness, he discovered that Yang Ling's own strength was not strong. The reason why he could see through many illusions must be that he had sufficient knowledge of this ancient magic circle. This shocked him and saw the hope of escape; however,

He never expected that Yang Ling would actually say his name and the Wusha Island where he grew up.

Before entering the molten pool, Yang Ling felt a suffocating heat wave hit his face. His skin stung, and the range of the frozen field dropped sharply from twenty steps to ten steps. The loss of witchcraft and mental power was extremely shocking.

"My lords, I'm going to break the formation. You must hold back the Fire Elf King!" After transmitting the message to the souls of Elder Fan, Stuart and others in the fierce battle, Yang Ling swallowed a handful of Warcraft essence and blood to replenish the consumed witchcraft and blood.

The mental power accelerated again, and with a 'whoosh' sound, it was submerged into the sky-high flames.

ah.....

Although he was well prepared, Yang Ling still felt heavy pressure after being immersed in the astonishing purple flames, and suddenly smelled the smell of burnt clothes. There was only one step left in the frozen realm, and his skin was tingling.

It hurt, as if I had bumped into a hedgehog covered with spikes, and the incredibly hot purple flame was getting closer and closer.

"Young man, don't worry about these flames, come over here!"

Just when Yang Ling was hesitant to withdraw immediately, the old voice came over again, and immediately after, a milky white energy penetrated into the brain, forming a faint silver light on the surface of the body, blocking the terrifying

flame.

Divine power?

After confirming that the flames were no longer in danger, Yang Ling was overjoyed when he thought about the milky white power he had stolen from the body of the Vatican Saint Angel. He took back the frozen realm that was about to collapse, turned around, and bypassed traps, and came to a place called Brun.

Although there is no way to completely break the ban for the time being, it is not difficult to bypass some traps.

"Young man, are you from Wusha Island?" Looking at Yang Ling who rushed in decisively, Elder Brent nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you for your help, elder. Just call me Yang Ling from now on!" Seeing Elder Brent's face getting paler, with a trace of exhaustion on his face, Yang Ling understood that in order to give him the power to resist the flames, the other party was not relaxed, so he took a breath.

Then he continued: "I am not a Vandal, but I tried my best to help you resurrect hundreds of tribesmen. I am a friend of Chief Margaret!"

Resurrect hundreds of tribesmen?

Elder Brent looked at Yang Ling in confusion. Under the latter's explanation, he slowly understood what was going on. Finally, with a heavy heart, he briefly talked about his experiences over the years. As Yang Ling expected, his strength

After heavy damage, he was trapped in this forbidden area.

"There is a ball of innate purple spiritual fire deep in the molten pool. It is the source of the power of the fire elves and the key to cracking this ancient magic circle. Unfortunately, after failing to replenish my divine power, my mental power has not been restored over the years, but has been consumed.

It's getting less and less, and we can no longer move forward." Feeling the little physical and mental strength left in his body, Elder Brent shook his head regretfully.

"Elder Brent, maybe I can give it a try!" After feeling the surging energy fluctuations deep in the molten pool and vaguely understanding the surrounding restrictions, Yang Ling was eager to try. According to the obelisk's records, the innate purple spiritual fire is extremely powerful.

This rare treasure will not only be of great benefit to future cultivation after being put away, but it can also break this restriction in one fell swoop. Why not?

"Oh..., the sinner who broke into the tomb, go to death!"

After sensing the movement in the molten pool, the Fire Elf King was furious and was stabbed by Stuart's black iron spear. A large fire burned the two Templars who were blocking the way to ashes. Under the siege of everyone,

After tearing a gap, he covered the wound and quickly retreated into the molten pool, attacking Yang Ling who was about to break the formation.

"Yang Ling, go quickly, I'll deal with this guy!" Elder Brent waved his hand and sent out a blade of wind to block the menacing Fire Elf King.

This opportunity must not be missed, it will never come again! Yang Ling took a deep breath, and then decisively rushed into the depths of the molten pool. With a flash of his body, he quickly disappeared in front of the two people.

Ouch...

It felt like Yang Ling was heading straight for the innate purple spiritual fire. As the distance got closer and closer, the Fire Elf King was frightened and angry. He wanted to rush over and burn him to ashes. But he was entangled by Elder Brent and couldn't leave even though he was in the molten pool.

His strength has greatly improved, but he is still no match for Elder Brent, a god-level powerhouse. For thousands of years, if it were not trapped by the fire restriction, the fire elves would have all died in his hands.

"Kill, kill them all, quickly!"

"Leave no one alive, kill!"

.....

After being accidentally rushed out of the siege by the Fire Elf King and returning to the molten pool to destroy Yang Ling's plan, Elder Fan, Stuart and others were furious and slaughtered the Fire Elf outside the molten pool crazily. Especially Elder Brown of the Vatican, who saw that

Five of the saints were killed one after another. In anger, they went all out and unleashed a terrifying fighting force. The overwhelming serpentine lightning left the nearby fire elves with nowhere to hide, killing more than two hundred fire elves in the blink of an eye.

Not long after Yang Ling entered, there was a strange "whoosh" sound coming from the molten pool. Immediately after the fire, a thick purple flame rose into the sky, reaching straight into the sky, emitting an overwhelming heat wave. There was no way to dodge it.

The knights and magicians were instantly vaporized, and even Stuart, who was walking a step slower, was on fire. If it hadn't been for the help of Elder Fan on the side, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape.

"No....."

After sensing the huge changes in the depths of the molten pool, the Fire Elf King ignored the sharp wind blade and rushed in even if he was cut with blood all over his body. Unfortunately, it was still a step too late. The innate purple spiritual fire that the tribe relied on for survival had already
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