Chapter 521

There are more and more friars in the burning hell, but Song Fei's reputation has also broken out. Many people know that there is a big man in the burning hell who is very arrogant and overbearing, but no one can do anything about it.

The real strong man is not with the ordinary friars, and Yuanying's friars can't beat him. It can be said that Song Fei has become a bully in burning hell.

It's just that it's dangerous.

What about the celestial fire wheel.

Since the secret place of burning hell was opened, except that the land was blackened, there was no sign that burning hell was an extremely dangerous secret place.

Especially up to now, Song Fei has not found any dangerous factors except that the monks have killed and injured each other in the battle.

"Who dares to tell Xuanzong to rob treasures?" in the secret territory, a young friar of 25 or 16 years old drank coldly to Song Fei. Behind him, there were Yuanying disciples of Xuanzong.

"Taoist Xuanzong? Is it powerful? I haven't heard of it. I was hundreds of miles away when I suddenly received the call of this red stone. I came here specially. This red stone is destined for me. You go, I won't embarrass you." Song Fei said to several humanitarians of Taoist Xuanzong.

The people of Taoism Xuanzong were very angry. They managed to snatch hongyingtie from many monks. At the time of harvest, Song Fei, who fell from the sky, stepped on it and said the above words to them.

Thick skinned, can not be thick to this extent. What call, what fate. This is obviously unreasonable.

"Well, well, dare to oppose Xuanzong. Let me see if you have this ability." the young man clenched his teeth and said angrily.

"Elder martial brother, it's not good. This man is Song Fei, who specializes in robbing people's treasures. No one can control him now." beside the young man, his younger martial brother whispered in his ear.

"That's because he met soft persimmons, which made him a false name." the young man shouted coldly, "surround him and don't let him run away. I want him to spit out not only the treasure, but also the treasure he robbed earlier."

"I don't kill unknown people under the staff. Give me your name." Song Fei said with a Jianghu flavor.

"Lao Tzu Qi Hong, if you go to the underworld, don't forget who killed you." Qi Hong's momentum suddenly broke out, and his flying sword turned into a green streamer, cutting Song Fei's head.

"Jingle." Song Fei's black stick stabbed out like a long gun and directly stabbed the flying sword out of the way.

At the moment, Qi Hong's hands were flying, and a spell was played in an instant. The leaves composed of mana were like raindrops flying towards Song Fei.

Each leaf, like a sharp magic weapon, instantly shrouded Song Fei's body.

The black land in front of Song Fei was scraped by scattered green leaves and immediately scraped out a deep pit of tens of meters.

"Small skill of carving insects." Song Fei laughed and then held the mountain seal. Since entering the burning hell, Song Fei's mountain seal has been tried repeatedly. Coupled with Song Fei's monks who keep one foot into the mysterious world, ordinary monks are really difficult to resist the medium-class skills at the prefecture level.

Song Feifei rose and stood proudly above Qi Hong's head. A mountain peak was formed above Qi Hong's head and fell quickly.

Qi Hong was not afraid. Pieces of green leaves beat out, and instantly blew like raindrops to Song Fei's mountain seal.

There was a temporary stalemate in their mana. It has to be said that Qi Hong, the monk at the peak of Yuanying, is really not weak. Song Fei saw someone hard resist his mountain seal with mana for the first time.

The green leaves were controlled by Qi Hong like running water and blew out like a whirlwind. They quickly cut Song Fei's mana. The small mountain peak formed by holding the mountain seal was quickly cut into the next corner by him.

Qi Hong relies on his own magic to break Song Fei's magic quickly.

"Lao Tzu underestimated you and suppressed it for me." Song Fei said proudly. Then he clapped his palm, and the powerful mana poured out again. The mountain seal under his body showed a more thick feeling.

At the same time, the spells of other monks of Taoism Xuanzong also arrived, and bursts of attacks fell above Song Fei's head.

The black stick that just flew out flew back in an instant. At the moment, Song Fei didn't hold the stick, but it didn't hinder the stick's power. The black stick was controlled by Song Fei like a flying sword. It was across his head. The gray halo on the black stick looked unusually bright at the moment. Many attacks were received by the black stick. The black stick gave people a feeling of invincibility.

"In the case of distraction, he resisted our attack. The strength of this big bear is too strong." after the attack was blocked, the disciples of Taoism Xuanzong were surprised.

"Hahaha, get back quickly, don't make a mistake." Song Fei laughed, and the mana in his hand gushed out again. The mountain seal under his body was more thick, and finally crushed Qi Hong's fallen leaves, and the whole small mountain peak shook downward.

"Boom!" even though Qi Hong finally dodged, he was still shocked and flew out by the overflow force of Bao Shanyin. Although Bao Shanyin was in the shape of a mountain, after all, he was not a mountain, but a spell. He could not avoid the mountain, which meant that he avoided the scope of the spell.

"Younger martial brothers, let's go." Qi Hong, who flew backwards, took a deep look at Song Fei and immediately called the disciples to leave.

Song Fei watched them leave. A cruel killing intention was aroused at the corners of his mouth. Looking at their backs, he murmured, "let you live a little longer."

"Eh?" at this moment, Song Fei was surprised and looked down. The place where he held the mountain seal was originally a huge black pit. At this moment, the fiery red magma didn't know where it came from, but he began to flow slowly into the pit.

Song Fei is most sensitive to the flame. He suddenly feels that more and more fiery forces have begun to emerge under the black scorched earth.

Of course, even if he took a bath in magma, Song Fei would not have the slightest problem. The problem was that in his own perception, there should not be so much hot energy under the black land, and he didn't know what happened. Unexpectedly, there was magma flowing in the dark all over the earth.

The magma flowed faster and faster, and soon filled the deep pit just hit by the mountain seal.

Then, Song Fei found that elsewhere, the black scorched earth began to break slowly. In the fault layer, there was also hot magma, and more and more magma began to submerge the original black scorched earth.

The monks standing on the ground began to fly into the air one after another. Unless they were the monks of the way of fire, the strength of others would be greatly reduced in such hot magma.

The magma spewed quickly. Song Fei stood in the air and soon saw that the originally black scorched earth was submerged by the magma. The ground showed red. Song Fei's sight showed a fiery red color. Soon, fiery energy came and began to fill the whole burning dungeon.

The original dark feeling was dispersed by the radiance of magma, and the whole burning hell was red.

"It's like burning hell." Song Fei whispered softly.

The dense friars spread all over the void like locusts. Song Fei saw many confused eyes. It was obvious that many people were not friars of the way of fire and didn't know what to do next.

Then, the magma seemed to be controlled by inexplicable forces, like fountains, spewing out into the sky. The magma on the ground, like the waves in the storm, began to show a turbulent side.

Looking at the increasingly unpredictable burning hell, many people are secretly nervous. Although the current changes will not make the monks feel dangerous, it is difficult to say what kind of fatal changes will occur if they go on like this.

The black scorched earth has completely disappeared. Everyone stands above the magma and guards around.

Song Fei cultivates the true fire of the sun. The true fire of the sun is the source of all fires. If it comes to the perception of fire, even the fire monk who peeps into the realm of heaven may not be as good as Song Fei.

Song Fei felt that signs of life began to appear at the very deep place under the magma.

And this sign of life is moving up rapidly.

Song Fei waited silently. The so-called danger in the burning hell should be about to appear. The more so, Song Fei felt more relieved. The more visions appeared in the burning hell, the more he could understand this place, which was good for him to find the sky fire wheel.

"Roar!" the unknown roar seemed to ring out in the endless distance, which immediately condensed the expressions of many monks.

Many people already know that this is an extremely dangerous burning hell, and it is also a limited number of secret places in the cultivation world that are commensurate with hell. We can see its dangerous degree.

Hell's secret place is second only to several desperate places. In the desperate situation, it is known that there are no gods and ghosts. It is the most dangerous place. Usually, friars go in and only fall.

Although the secret place of hell is not as dead as the desperate place, it is definitely a near death area for ordinary monks.

"Roar!" the huge roar was getting closer and closer, and the whole magma eruption on the ground was more severe.

In everyone's eyes, some creatures finally rushed out of the magma.

In everyone's eyes, it was a flame lion made of magma. But Song Fei can feel that this is definitely not as simple as magma composition. This flame lion has the cultivation of Yuanying realm.

Carrying the fierce flame, the flame lion rushed out in an instant, but it was not terrible. The really terrible thing was that the whole magma seemed to roar after the flame lion rushed out of the flame. For a moment, a dense flame monster rushed up with the flame lion.

Many people's faces turned white in an instant.

The numerous monsters made the monks rush towards them with the momentum of thousands of troops.

Moreover, the demons in the magma are still erupting. Looking at the coming demons, no one knows when the eruption of the demon army can stop.

The monster army, in terms of the current number of eruptions, has been more than the number of monks.

"It's not a monster, it's a spirit."