Flames soared into the sky, burning the sky red. There was no night around the thousand-mile flaming mountain. The four seasons here were like summer. Within a radius of a hundred miles, the ground was split open with terrifying cracks. From time to time, a scorching aura spewed out from these cracks. Ordinary people would not be able to survive within a hundred miles.
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Within this thousand-mile flaming mountain, the endless flames had devoured the lives of countless experts. If one died, even his corpse would be burned to ashes.
However, in this sea of flames, a figure was staggering about. He would fall down from time to time, and his body would twitch for a while. Then, he would take out a stalk of spirit medicine and stuff it into his mouth. Then, he would quickly get up and rush towards the depths of the sea.
Everything in front of him was bright red. Fenghao's vision was also somewhat distorted by the flames. Every inch of his skin and flesh was burned bright red by the scorching flames, just like a red-hot iron plate. Faintly, there was also heat and the fragrance of barbecued meat.
It was not that he did not want to use martial essence. He also had an ice-type xenogeneic core in his body. However, every time he used martial essence, it was immediately suppressed by the flames. Back and forth, the martial essence in his body was quickly used up.
At this moment, he could not withstand the heat. The skin and flesh on his body felt like they were about to burst. The raging flames were also violently attacking him, causing his movements to slow down. He even took a few steps back from time to time.
However, within the flames that could even burn the sky, the faint layer of light on his body was extremely obvious. It was as if he was wearing a layer of fire-repelling divine clothing, preventing the flames from approaching his body.
The flames in front of him seemed to have no end. However, Feng Hao did not think about retreating. He endured the endless burning pain and walked resolutely towards the depths of the mountain, step by step.
Gasping sounds continuously rang out from his mouth. His face was flushed red and faintly emitted steam. Beads of sweat had just emerged from his pores when they were directly evaporated by the scorching temperature. A suffocating feeling assaulted him.
"Swoosh …"
A wave of flames rushed towards him. The huge force caused Feng Hao, who was advancing forward, to stagger. Feng Hao, who had almost no energy to resist, stumbled back a dozen steps. His heel knocked against a protruding rock, and he fell on his back. Instantly, the flames on the ground burned him even more wildly, causing him to jump up. His body trembled non-stop as he sucked in a breath of cold air.
"No, this can't go on!"
Then, he swallowed another cold spirit herb, and in just a few seconds, his body returned to its original state. Furthermore, he suddenly heated up. One could imagine how much enjoyment he felt.
Crack!
Making up his mind, he took out a piece of Martial Crystal. Activating the Evolution Technique, he began to slowly refine the Martial Crystal.
With the addition of the pure energy from the Wu crystal, the Martial Yuan vortex within his body, which had been emptied, began to churn once again. Streams of Martial Yuan poured into the crystal clear Variant Nucleus. Following a buzzing sound, the Variant Nucleus began to sway slightly as a chilling mist spread out.
"Swoosh swoosh …"
It was as if cold water had been poured onto a hot iron plate. His entire body emitted an ear-piercing 'swoosh swoosh' sound. At the same time, he could smell the cool air.
"Charge!"
He did not have many Martial Crystals left. This was the second time he had used them to replenish his Martial Yuan. For the sake of speed and to endure less pain, he had no other choice.
With the protection of the ice attributed Martial Origin, even though it was scorching hot, it was still within the limits of what he could endure. Fenghao's pair of pitch-black eyes were shrouded with a dense cold air. He aimed in a certain direction, stepped on the flames, and madly rushed forward.
After running at full speed for about six hours, Fenghao had also used up two Martial Crystals, and this was under the situation where he was very frugal. Finally, within his distorted vision, a mountain range appeared.
Looking at the barren mountain range in the distance, Feng Hao stopped and panted heavily. After a while, he finally calmed down.
"Huh?"
Elder Fen's voice was filled with surprise. "Who would have thought that the Fire Domain would give birth to a Drought Demon!"
"Drought Demon?!"
Hearing this name, Feng Hao's body trembled. His eyes were filled with fear.
Legend had it that the Drought Demon was a monster of flames. It was born for fire. Wherever it went, everything would be burned. He did not expect to meet one in the Blazing Mountain.
"Master, what should I do?"
However, as long as it was a spirit, they were all people with monstrous abilities. How could a Martial Grand Master like him contend against them?
"Swoosh …"What are you afraid of?How could you not want such a precious item? "
Hearing his fearful voice, Elder Fen snorted disdainfully.
"Precious item?"
Fenghao was stunned. Immediately, his face twitched again. His feet also jumped up and down as he cried out in pain from time to time. Only when he called out a dense and cold Martial Yuan did he slightly calm down.
"Hmph!"
Elder Fen snorted. "All monsters have an Essence Core in their bodies. Using the Essence Core can at least make a Middle Grade Spiritual Weapon."
"Spiritual Weapon?"
Feng Hao's eyes lit up.
Ordinary people knew the grades of weapons. Ordinary weapons were ordinary weapons. Anything higher would be a Spiritual Weapon. For ordinary people, a Spiritual Weapon was out of their reach. Anything higher would be a legendary Treasured Weapon. Feng Hao did not know how useful it was.
Speaking of weapons, he did not have a convenient one. Ordinary weapons could not withstand the Thunder Strike at all. The force of the Thunder Rush Fist could not be released through a weapon. This made him very conflicted.
Back then, in the Magic Beast Mountain Range, he was very jealous when he saw Yan Qiong's long sword. He estimated that it was at least a Supreme-Grade Spiritual Weapon. Otherwise, with her strength as a warrior, she would not be a threat to a Great Martial Master.
Now, after Elder Fen mentioned that Spiritual Weapons needed the Essence Core of monsters to be refined, he finally knew the origin of Spiritual Weapons.
"At least a Middle Grade Spiritual Weapon!"
His breathing quickened, and then, he cried out in pain.
"Keep going, that Drought Demon should be guarding the Odd Crystal. Tsk tsk, the level of this Odd Crystal is comparable to your Ice Attribute."
Hearing this, Feng Hao was even more motivated. Martial Essence gushed out from his whole body, he stomped his feet and rushed forward again.
In the mountain range, a figure flashed and appeared very agile.
"Chi chi! …"
The flames here were red and a little purplish black. The temperature was a few times higher than the periphery. If Feng Hao did not have the protection of Elder Fen, in addition to his Ice Attribute Body Protection, it would not have been easy to get here.
"Have we arrived?"
Looking at the hole in the middle of the mountain in front of him that was spewing out purple flames, Feng Hao's slightly excited emotions calmed down.
He had just stopped when a huge figure that was more than two feet tall walked out of the hole. A pair of purplish black eyes filled with violence stared straight at Feng Hao!
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