(Fifth update!)

The entire stairs in front of the palace are ten meters high, as if they were made naturally by a whole huge rock. Apart from being too flat and standardized, there is no trace of artificiality.

Or if time is too long, time is the best tool for polishing edges and corners. It is hard to hide the gray texture on the spotless stone steps. The more uneasy the heat twitches the heartstrings of several people.

The palace gate was especially known to be built by a ground spirit with a figure of only one meter high, so it was hard to think about what the use of these ground spirits to build arches that were ten meters high and wide. In fact, Shang Xiang's figure was proportional to the front of this gate, and the others were ashamed.

The world inside the palace is filled with golden domes and fiery red magma. The four walls and tops of the palace are made of gold, which is extremely dazzling. The ground is built with fiery red "pools", but the hot molten iron rolls in the pool, and the sound of "guru" is a little scary.

"What a precise process," the long cold long river looked at the depths of the hall and sighed, "Collection of flowing iron in the magma, pooling the magma at a temperature of hundreds of meters, and then integrating and forging here through a special corridor... The iron here has long been pure enough to be free of impurities!"

"I'll go, Lao 2, can you be more careful? It's more reasonable," Jian Qijue, who had been listening for a long time, choked him angrily, and reached out to interrupt the elf man's still exploring gaze, "Where is the boss? Where is the little monster?"

"Here!" The girl Shangxiang fully utilized her physical knowledge of standing high and looking far away, pointing to the black shadow deep in the palace. It seemed to be a high platform, but the light was too dazzling, and the high temperature caused the air in front of her to distort a little, so that several people couldn't see what building it was.

"Everyone should adjust the pain to the lowest level." Wang Xiaofeng wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, but stood here for a while, his whole body was soaked with sweat. Without him reminding him, the few people had already adjusted the pain to the lowest level allowed by the system, but it was still hot and unbearable.

The giant girl's nine-lit fire resistance is still playing a role, and she just sweats on her forehead and does not feel any discomfort.

Walking next to the iron pool, the temperature is getting higher and higher. Occasionally, bubbles will splash out a few drops of iron, like a sudden fire. I don’t know what texture the floor under my feet is, but the iron sticks to it and does not condense at all, and flows into the pool again.

"This copy is too difficult to endure..." Jian Qijue's complaint was interrupted by the gesture of Shuang Leng Changhe. An old voice came from the depths of the palace, as if to welcome the steps of several people.

No life can remember the existence of the earth spirit.

No race cares about our life and death anymore.

Evil and justice are just masks that the gods conceal their true nature.

The ancient and eternal race is about to disappear into indifference and betrayal.

At the end, I prayed to the gods, praying for a glimmer of hope, so that I could feel at ease with this silence.

Death is still unavailable, and the curse given by the gods.

We cannot rest in peace!

The sound gradually became clear, and the golden throne deep in the palace was gradually revealed in front of the few people, and there was an old figure sitting on the high throne.

"Let me see, human race, elves, giants, oh, your alliance has not yet been dissolved. How many years have passed? I have forgotten most of the memories." The old earth spirit supported his somewhat unbalanced head with his hands. The crown on his pale hair was very dazzling. A staff inlaid with dazzling rubies beside his hand showed its combat profession.

"Don't trust too much about the promise Goddess of Light gave you," this seemed to be the slightest sigh of the living earth spirit, "We are the best proof of our sacrifice. These gods have no mercy and no sympathy. When you lose the value of use, they will drive out a wild dog and throw you in the corner, ignoring your life and death."

"It's right!" Jian Qijue applauded, but the earth spirit on the high seat didn't even look at him. "Damn, this old man is so arrogant, no wonder he can die with his eyes open!"

"Hmph!" Isn't this absurd provocation in front of him? Wang Xiaofeng took a half-step and revealed his figure ahead of several people. "Guang Ming has never been slandered by evil forces, but he will never tolerate blasphemy against the goddess!"

"Oh? It's the priest of light... the priest!" The old man on the throne suddenly stood up, and his hair and beard were flying quickly, "What did I see? The lackey of the goddess of light, a priest of the human race. Hahahaha!"

The crazy laughter echoed and overlapped in the palace, as if countless earth spirits responded everywhere at the same time, and it was the remnant soul who was unwilling to die and laughed at it.

"Since you have come here," the King of Earth Spirit seemed not to take the little priest seriously, and returned to his original lying sideways, with a look of disapproval on his face. "Our Earth Spirit also has its own way of hospitality. If you defeat my people, you can go out alive."

A group of hundreds of earth-spirited souls suddenly appeared around the few people, fluttering and gathering on the square-shaped iron pool, without fearing the scorching heat at all.

"Third brother," Zhicheng Shangxiang lowered her head and looked for the sword-browed swordsman, "How many can you fight one?" "Seven are fine, eight are dead." "I can hold on to Thirteen...twelve." Shuang Leng Changhe turned his eyes to Wang Xiaofeng, as if he was asking with his eyes whether the magical dad could solve the remaining ones.

"Don't worry," a dad comforted, "It's just the difficulty. The system cannot let these little monsters rush up and dismember our five horses."

"It's really hard to say," Jian Qijue laughed heartlessly, "Don't it all say that the master of the game is in adolescence? If there is a whim... we just shut our eyes and just go back to the city."

"Don't attack first." Shuang Leng Changhe looked at the numerous ghosts around him who were gradually approaching them and reminded him that the four of them surrounded the healing profession and looked around.

His eyes glanced at the bone-burning holy flame that was flashing in the skill bar equipped with the skills, and chose to release it for some unknown reason. A ball of holy flame appeared out of thin air in his palm. The movements of the remnants of souls stopped and retreated in panic.

"Bastard! Bastard! It's just a low-level ball of light flames, you are all immortal beings! What's so scary!" The old earth spirit's roar made these remnant souls stop escaping, but they just dodged far away and dared not get close.

Wang Xiaofeng guessed in his mind whether he had disrupted the scripts written by the system again. But soon, the copy gave him the answer.

The earth spirit wearing a crown cursed and lowered its head to sing a difficult spell that everyone could not understand; the staff in its hand emitted a slight light, and a figure of the earth spirit suddenly appeared under the throne with flames condensed, the figure of the earth spirit.

The remnants of the earth spirit floating around roared a few times, as if driven by irresistible power, and it seemed that the flame had a fatal temptation to these remnants who had lost most of their ability to think. Like a moth to the flame, these remnants rushed towards the flame one after another, and merged into the flame's body into the scorching tongue.

The figure condensed by the flames was originally only one meter high, but soon, under the nourishment and condensation of these remnants of souls, the flame figure suddenly expanded and became a flame giant more than five meters high in the blink of an eye.

Black shadows flew around the flames, similar to the howlings in the evil jungle, and dozens of residual souls condensed into a long black whip, emitting dazzling flames in the hands of the flame giant, like a burning iron chain.

The iron in the pool boiled, and the splashing sparks responded to the call of flames.

Yang Tian roared, but only the screams from his huge body came one after another, which made the listener tremble.

Flame Resentment Spirit (Special Ghost Body)

Level: 24

Physical Attacks: 10-13

Magic Attack: 204-215

Physical Defense: 10

Magic Defense: 140

Blood volume: 40000/40000

Skill: [Soul Protects the Body] [Soul Eternal Tide] [Flame Chain] [Earth Spirit Resentment]
Chapter completed!