Although he didn't know how powerful Xirang had, he knew that it was different just by just the fact that Xirang was where ordinary fellows could not come.

If Lingshan comes here, it will be truly safe.

Han Yiming said in his heart: "If you can really get Xirang, Lingshan will be worry-free again! The fellow disciples can't come to Lingshan easily, and Qinglong is no longer there. Even if Pingbo tries his best to come, he will not be unfavorable to Lingshan."

Xingchen said, "Let's go."

Han Yiming suddenly said, "Will Pingbo definitely take the path to Nankan to find Zhuque?"

Xingchen said, "Yes. He will not come here. He will leave his, let's go ours."

Han Yiming thought for a while and asked again: "If he asks Xirang, it will be of no benefit to us."

Xingchen smiled: "Is Xirang so simple that I can get the hands on it?"

Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "He can't take Xirang away. But what if he brings the spiritual power of his Wanxu Temple here?"

He Sansi intervened and said, "Junior brother, I believe you don't know. It is difficult for him to lead the spiritual power of Wanxu Temple to Xirang. If you really want to lead it, the magic array of Wanxu Temple in the past must have turned into Wuyue, and his disciples will die ten percent! Do you think Pingbo really dares to do this?"

Xingchen smiled and said, "No! His disciples are all people in the world and cannot withstand this fire."

Seeing Han Yiming listening carefully, Xingchen smiled and said, "Xirang has been here for thousands of years. It has been refined by the fire of heaven and earth in Nankan. It is already a spiritual fire. Ordinary disciples will be burned into coke, not to mention getting close to each other, and their spiritual power will be burned into coke. Pingbo has his own purpose when seeking Xirang, but Wanxuguan really cannot bear Xirang's spiritual power. Therefore, Pingbo only dares to ask for some back."

He Sansi smiled and said, "Even if he can get it back, he must do his best. Do you think you can get it by taking it? My master and I have been practicing in Nankan for many years and never dared to get here. Even if he came to the front of Venerable Zhuque, he just wanted to get it. If he really took it, you will definitely know."

Xingchen said, "Let's go." He walked forward first.

He Sansi smiled at Han Yiming and said, "Junior brother, don't joke, I have a low cultivation level and I want to walk ahead of you."

Han Yiming glanced at Xingchen, and he was still walking in the front, with his plain shirt in the wind, and several small green lotus floating around him.

He Sansi had already followed Xingchen and walked forward. Han Yiming looked at the way he came and turned around and walked forward.

As soon as he walked out of the Xirang, Han Yiming jumped into the stove again, and his mouth and nose were completely dry and hot.

Fortunately, the chill in his eyebrows and heart made him feel that his breath was still there. If these two chills were not available, Han Yiming would already feel that he was about to burn.

After walking for about ten steps, Han Yiming felt that his mouth was extremely thirsty, and every step under his feet seemed to be walking on the charcoal.

At this time, the pillar of fire that soared into the sky was gone on the sea of ​​boundless fire, but it was still burning.

Han Yiming looked down at his feet. The hemp shoes and cloth socks on his feet were all safe, but he felt that the hemp shoes and cloth socks had already disappeared, and he was walking on the charcoal fire every step he took.

Xingchen was still walking ahead, and He Sansi bowed his head and followed him.

Han Yiming didn't know how Xingchen walked here, but he and He Sansi had a great hard time.

He Sansi was even more serious than him, and he tried very hard every step. His body shook, and Han Yiming couldn't help but worry that he would fall down at any time.

He Sansi did not fall down, and he followed Xingchen step by step.

Even though it was extremely difficult to walk, I didn't stop.

A question flashed out: Xingchen invited him to come to Nankan, which had already explained why he came.

Han Yiming also knew that he and Xingchen came here extremely dangerously, but in fact, if Xingchen did not invite him, he would come too.

He is the head of Lingshan, and cannot sit still and see him in danger without helping him.

But He Sansi is not a fellow Lingshan clan, and his cultivation is ordinary. Why did he come here?

The boundless sea of ​​fire is not ordinary, and the scorched earth is even more terrible. Han Yiming is about to burn, so he can imagine that He Sansi is even more painful.

Han Yiming looked at Xingchen, and he walked forward step by step without looking back.

The stars walked lightly, even in this sea of ​​fire, he walked extremely lightly.

He Sansike walked very heavily. He arched his back and stepped down carefully. Han Yiming even felt that he was about to burn.

Han Yiming was not much better either. He was extremely thirsty and seemed to be burning in his mouth and nose.

I don’t know when I went down the mountain to start, but Han Yiming was no longer tired or afraid of fatigue.

But this time it was so hot that people couldn't bear it. Han Yiming felt that his clothes had already burned, and his body was so stinging. He looked down and saw that his clothes were fine, but his skin was still burning.

He Sansi walked slowly and slowly, and Han Yiming walked behind him several times and stepped on his heels.

He didn't look back and continued to move forward. Han Yiming was originally a subordinate to deal with the colleagues behind him or the dangers behind him. But at this time, the subordinate was meaningless.

At this time, ordinary fellows would never dare to come, and there was no living thing here, so they simply walked up to go with him.

When I walked forward, a little chill came to my face.

Several small green lotus around the stars kept dissipating the coldness.

He Sansi's lips were burning and his tongue was covered. Seeing Han Yiming walking to his side, he sighed: "My cultivation is too low..."

The blue veins burst out from his forehead, and he took every step very hard.

Han Yiming couldn't bear it, but he had already arrived here and could not let him turn back.

One, one, two behind, walked forward in the boundless sea of ​​red and black fire.

After walking, Han Yiming felt that he could no longer hold back his eyes and shaking gently.

The feet are so burning, the heart, mouth, head and face are still hot, and the hands and feet are no longer my own.

Xingchen still walked forward without any haste. Several green lotus around him were much smaller, but still a little coolness radiated.

He Sansi could no longer stand upright. He bent down and took every step very hard.

Han Yiming's feet had lost consciousness, and he felt that every step he had made was so painful.

But he actually gritted his teeth and held back. Seeing He Sansi slowly falling behind, he reached out to hold him.

He Sansi's face was already burnt, and he was on his cheekbones.

His hair and beard were burnt. With Han Yiming's help, he said weakly: "Junior brother, thank you."

He was in a mess: "Junior brother, my cultivation is too low, and it will drag you down."

Although Han Yiming was puzzled by Xingchen's introduction, he also knew that there must be a reason for Xingchen's introduction.

But He Sansi walked so embarrassedly that he couldn't help but worry that he could not get out of this boundless sea of ​​fire.

In fact, Han Yiming himself also had a very hard time.

He took every step hard, and he helped He Sansi and walked slower.

After supporting He Sansi, the burning sensation on his feet became stronger and stronger with every step.
Chapter completed!