Chapter 325: Fire Kungang

Ye Wuzong was fooled by two kids and chased the wrong person, but he was not angry.

He just felt embarrassed because of the wrong judgment, but in fact, he had more fun because of the difficulty, and chased into the mountain with great interest.

Zhao Changhe even consciously misled his whereabouts when entering the mountain, such as bumping into a branch on a small path and breaking it, but actually walking on another path. In the eyes of the master of the thieves, these traces were clumsy and childish, but very interesting.

Please, this is winter, the mountains are full of snow, and your lightness skills can't make the snow leave no traces. No matter how much you cover it up, no matter how much you walk on branches, these traces are like a beacon to guide the way in the eyes of those who know the business, just follow it directly.

But the mountain is so big, it must be admitted that time has been dragged for a long time. It is not easy to quickly find a person who deliberately hides. Fortunately, the agreed time is three days, and Ye Wuzong is still very confident that three days are enough to find the person.

But as he chased, he gradually felt that something was wrong.

After crossing two hilltops, the place where the volcano once erupted is in the distance ahead. The rocks and the surrounding area are no longer the same.

The rocks and the mountains are usually not different because they are covered with snow. They are only visible when the snow melts.

But there is no snow in front of us. The snow is certainly not natural... but there are extremely powerful people fighting here. The large area of ​​snow has turned into a trickle under the coverage of the fiery skills, which looks like rejuvenation.

Where did these powerful people come from to fight here? Zhao Changhe's level is definitely not to this extent. His strength is not worse than his own.

However, following the traces of melting snow into the mountain, he could not find blood and corpses, nor Zhao Changhe.

If Zhao Changhe is in this mountain, the distance is enough for him to sense the breath of Jianwan, but Jianwan's breath is not there... Is it not in this mountain?

That's troublesome. The traces here are messy and can no longer be tracked...

Ye Wuzong looked at the sunset that had fallen into the horizon and was dumbfounded. I am just playing a game with the juniors, how can a master come here to fight and cause trouble!

The sun has set... Can I only run around in the dark and try my luck to sense the sword pill?

However, even if he wants to try his luck to sense the sword pill, he is destined to fail to sense it.

Because Zhao Changhe has entered the secret realm at this time.

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When Xia Chichi took Yang Qianyuan to find Liu Tuzhang, Zhao Changhe flew northwest into the mountain.

There were not many people in the mountains in the winter, which was not conducive to covering up and disrupting the whereabouts. I felt that my footprints were bright all the way, but there was nothing I could do.

Fortunately, he was very familiar with crossing mountains and ridges, and he ran very fast. Now there was one more convenience - the dragon bird could be put into the ring. This kind of space partition completely ignored the weight. He instantly lost dozens of kilograms of things on his body. Zhao Changhe never felt that his lightness was so good. He lightly touched the treetops and the roc spread its wings, as light as a flying bird.

Soon he was almost at the top of the first mountain.

Who says I am a stinky bear? Is there such a graceful bear?

Unconsciously, the sun sets.

Zhao Changhe thinks this scene is beautiful, the sunset reflects the snow, the clouds and mountains are surrounded by fog, which is no worse than the sunset shining on the long river.

The song of the woodcutter came from afar: "Clouds and mountains separate the shore of the mortal world; sightseeing, the world in the pot is wide..."

Zhao Changhe listened and subconsciously slowed down his pace.

Yes... If Tang Wanzhuang was here, she would probably say slow down and take a look at the scenery along the way. You came to Kunlun, scheming, do you remember what Kunlun looks like? How about Yuxu? What is Kungang?

What a pity... Although such thoughts flashed through my mind, I still couldn't stop. After all, I was busy with things and didn't have that kind of time.

I'll come back to watch it after I finish my work.

An old woodcutter came forward with two baskets of firewood on his shoulders and walked down the mountain in the sunset.

It was freezing cold on the mountain, and the woodcutter was wearing thin clothes. But this time, it was difficult for Zhao Changhe to judge whether the woodcutter was a master, just like when he saw Ye Wuzong selling wontons. After all, it was not necessarily cold to sweat while cutting wood. Judging from his deep footprints in the snow, he really didn't look very strong.

Zhao Changhe thought about it, and still jumped off the treetop. He used the crane control skill to suck out a coat from the ring and handed it to the woodcutter: "Old man, it's cold down the mountain, put on more clothes."

The woodcutter looked at him curiously and smiled: "Why do you have such a heart in the land of evil people?"

Zhao Changhe said: "My heart is here, what does it have to do with the earth?"

The woodcutter laughed: "That makes sense, that makes sense..."

He put down the firewood, took out a wine gourd and drank a mouthful: "I have my own wine to keep warm, and I don't accept other people's clothes. Take it back, little brother."

Zhao Changhe didn't force it, took back his clothes, and took off the gourd from his waist and drank a mouthful. Suddenly, I remembered that I forgot, is Tian Lingzi's gourd still there?

Seeing him drinking, the woodcutter said with a smile, "Are you also keeping warm, little brother?"

Zhao Changhe shook his wine gourd: "But the world is wide in the pot."

Who doesn't know how to show off...

The woodcutter laughed: "I am so anxious that I feel like I am burning in flames. How can I be lenient?"

Zhao Changhe said: "To be lenient in the future."

The woodcutter nodded: "The fire in the heart is burning, and the one who transforms it into a demon is the demon. The evil of Kunlun is nothing more than this. Be careful, little brother, don't wait until the future."

This is always talking about the direction of the fire. Does the woodcutter know his destination or is it a coincidence?

Zhao Changhe became cautious and asked: "If the fire in the heart becomes a demon, how to deal with it?"

"External demons can be killed, but internal demons are hard to stop. It's just emotions." The woodcutter leisurely carried the firewood and continued to go down the mountain without saying anything more.

Zhao Changhe looked at his back and suddenly shouted: "When I finish my work, I will visit Kunlun and drink with you when I am interested."

The woodcutter smiled without turning his head: "How did you find me?"

Zhao Changhe said: "If you welcome me to drink, you can leave your address. Kunlun is a dangerous place, so it doesn't matter if you don't tell me."

The woodcutter continued to go down the mountain.

The mountain wind brought his ballad: "I live in three houses with clouds and water, and thousands of bamboos for wind and moon. I let the puppet shed make noise and look at the top of Kunlun. I am safe and have no worries; I travel and see the world in the pot."

Zhao Changhe watched the woodcutter leave. Not only did he not feel that the woodcutter was pretending, but he liked this artistic conception. It seems that his literary taste was not brought up by Wanzhuang, but was in his bones.

So it is also in line with Wanzhuang?

It's a pity that worldly affairs are in a hurry, and it has been a long time since the piano was played.

Everyone is the same, isn't Wanzhuang herself?

Zhao Changhe sighed, continued to speed up his pace, and headed straight for the volcano.

I'm afraid Ye Wuzong has already caught up with us, so there's really no time to savor it here.

After climbing two more hills, the sunset was almost completely down. If Jianwan's instructions were correct, the secret realm should be on the hill ahead, which is the place where people in Kunlun City said there was once "Fire Kungang".

Since there is a legend about this place, of course it has been dug three feet underground and surveyed countless times. It is obvious that it is the same as the legend of the Ancient Sword Lake and Xuanwu Lake. A group of people without fate can't find it no matter how long they search.

If he came to find it himself, Zhao Changhe didn't have much confidence. The cracking of the Xuanwu secret realm was not based on himself at all, but on the fate of Master Yuanxing... But this time with Jianwan's guidance, this hanging in hand will have a chance.

Just thinking about it, a flame suddenly rose in the mountain ahead.

It was as if the raging fire rushed to the sky, dyeing all the clouds in all directions, and the sky above Kunlun became a fiery red illusion.

Of course, this is really an illusion, but the meaning of the flames in front is too fierce, which brings psychological oppression.

Looking closely, a woman was being surrounded by a group of gangsters.

The flames were not only emitted by the woman, but by everyone... You could almost see that some people's eyes were in the shape of flames, which looked very mysterious and terrifying.

The flames were heavy, replacing the eyes...

Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered what the woodcutter said just now... Those who have a burning heart and transform it into a demon are demons.

A group of demons... I don't know if it's because the demons are three times stronger, but these people are so strong. Zhao Changhe feels that each one is stronger than himself. With a sweep of the long sword, a raging fire swept through, and with a slap, a fire dragon rose.

The heat wave melted the surrounding snow, turned into streams, and began to evaporate.

But the more terrifying thing was the woman.

"Swoosh!" The slender hand passed through the flames and pinched one person's throat.

With a "bang", the flames burst out and burned the opponent into charcoal.

The sword attacked from behind, and the woman swam like a snake, spread her wings like a bird, and flew past, leaving a charred corpse.

A group of opponents that Zhao Changhe thought were stronger than herself, none of them could survive a single round in her hands, a thorough slaughter! The fierce aura shook the nine heavens, and the Dharma image was prominent outside, forming the fiery red illusion that had just dyed Kunlun.

Zhao Changhe rushed up, and when he got closer, he could already see the woman's face clearly.

Under the flaming eyes was the long-lost face of Huangfu Qing.