Chapter 113: Purgatory Road · Treasure Chest

  Facing a world ravaged by flames in front of them, all the monks felt an extremely insignificant feeling.

  The only way forward is the "Flame Bridge" ahead.

  Surroundings burst into flames from time to time, some of which come out from under the Flame Bridge, while others float around from all directions.

  As for the giant rocks floating around "Huoyan Bridge", to be precise, it was the treasures on top of the giant rocks that left the monks present staring blankly with nothing they could do.

  The first trial of Lianyu Road is a no-fly zone, where all cultivators are unable to fly.

  Those treasures were elusive and out of reach.

  "Let's go." Murong Xuan reminded Nanming, who was staring at the treasures around him with his eyes.

  "Alright, let's go!" Nan Ming withdrew his reluctant gaze, his rationality telling him that he couldn't be greedy for these treasures. He took a deep breath and proactively led the way forward.

  Those giant stones are at a certain distance from the Flame Bridge, and there are also large tracts of flames in between. Thinking about going up to those giant stones to retrieve treasures is almost impossible.

  Unless those giant stones can get a little closer.

  The surface of Flame Bridge was still "sticky to the extreme", and the steps of the monks couldn't be too fast, they could only move forward with difficulty.

  As soon as I stepped onto the Flame Bridge, the temperature around me suddenly rose, just like walking into a furnace.

  The soles of his feet were scorching hot on the ground, sending a wave of heat that made him want to let out a miserable cry, as if he had dipped his feet in boiling oil.

  "It's so hot!" Wang Yuan loudly shouted a few times, hastily mobilizing his spiritual energy to protect the soles of his feet.

  The monks had only taken a few steps when they couldn't hold on anymore and all of them started circulating their spiritual energy to protect the soles of their feet.

  In this world of flames, trying to cast water attribute magic is absolutely a futile effort.

  Zhang Heng also felt this heat, but this temperature had little effect on him.

  However, Zhang Heng had no choice but to use his refined spiritual energy to protect his shoes.

  Under such high temperatures, shoes can easily catch fire when moving on the ground.

  The most comfortable person should be Zhao Rui, in this world of flames, he has a feeling of being in his element, and there isn't even a single sweat bead on his face.

  "Zhao Shidi, don't you feel anything?" Wang Yuan saw that he didn't show any signs of using magic.

  Zhao Rui smiled: "It's quite comfortable here..."

  Wang Yuan almost fainted upon hearing this, and immediately afterwards, she stared at Zhao Rui with a jealous gaze.

  "What's wrong?" Zhao Rui asked in puzzlement.

  "Can't you let me be comfortable too..." said the fatty with a tone of discontent.

  "This won't work... At most, we can only keep the flames from getting close to here." Zhao Rui wasn't a fool either, and he began to feel some apprehension towards the fatty.

  A faint red glow appeared on her hand, and Luo Ningxue's entire body was instantly enveloped in a special barrier.

  Luoning Xue suddenly felt the temperature around her drop sharply.

  "Where did you learn this from?" Luo Ningxue leaned in close to him, barely able to transmit her voice through their divine senses.

  "This is a legacy of memories..." Zhao Rui also transmitted his consciousness and simply explained to her.

  Fatso saw the two people's lips slightly moving, of course knew they were in spiritual transmission, although not comfortable in his heart, but also did not want to leave Zhao Rui this shelter from the wind and rain "big tree".

  Whoa! At this moment, a large patch of dark red flames burst out from under the Flame Bridge.

  "Get out of the way!" Mu Xuan exclaimed, her figure flashing as a burst of blue light erupted from her body, and she lightly leaped forward by several feet.

  The cultivators of the Azure Snow Sect and the Xiangyun Sect flashed back and forth in succession, those who couldn't dodge in time hastily activated their defensive spiritual artifacts.

  The monks of Duketown were also affected by this wave of flames.

  In an instant, this area was engulfed in dark red flames.

  In the flames, various rays of light flickered, and several rays only lasted for a breath before disappearing.

  Fortunately, this flame came quickly and went quickly, and it completely disappeared in less than two breaths.

  After the flames disappeared, only three or four cultivators who had activated their defensive spiritual artifacts remained on the scene.

  Duketongbao killed two monks.

  "Everyone be careful, this flame's power is close to that of a Jindan stage cultivator's true fire."

  Nan Ming said a sentence and continued walking forward.

  "These flames are terrifying!" Many monks were shocked and amazed.

  Who would have thought that the flames that can be seen everywhere here would have such power, exceeding everyone's expectations.

  To survive from this flame, you must either have the cultivation of the foundation period or possess a defensive spiritual instrument; otherwise, you cannot escape this range and will be waiting for death.

  Hoo-hoo!

  Two flames of moderate size floated in from both sides of the Flame Bridge, causing the cultivators present to dodge and weave, afraid of being approached by them.

  In a state of nervous anxiety, these two flames quickly drifted away.

  Many masters let out a sigh of relief.

  But next, from above the Flame Bridge, dozens of dark red flames about the size of a palm-leaf fan fell down.

  The monks on the bridge were in another flurry of activity.

  Two mournful cries suddenly rang out from the crowd, one of which was Fang Yunshan's disciple, who happened to be hit by a flame and his body melted away in just a few breaths.

  Another monk, with one arm on fire, gritted his teeth and pulled out a sword-shaped spirit tool, cutting off the burning arm.

  Blood sprayed wildly, he almost fainted, but a sense of determination made him hold on, and after simply treating the wound, he continued to move forward.

  Another disabled person appeared in the crowd.

  After walking a certain distance, a huge boulder suddenly floated over from not far away from Huoyan Bridge!

  On top of this giant stone lies a golden chest, its surface emitting dazzling rays of light that are quite eye-catching.

  "What could be inside that golden box?" Many monks couldn't help but glance at the golden box placed on top of a nearby giant stone.

  "If only it were a bit closer." Wang Yuan said with greedy eyes fixed on the gold box not far away.

  Something strange happened, and the giant stone actually started floating towards the Flame Bridge again.

  All the monks stopped in their tracks.

  A little closer, a little closer...

  Under the gaze of the monks who were waiting with bated breath, the giant stone slowly approached and in a short while floated to a position just a few feet away from the Flame Bridge.

  A distance of one zhang, if the monks on the scene exert their full strength, they can jump over.

  However, once leaving Flamebridge, the flames around become incredibly dense, with flames dashing past from some position almost every moment.

  "Can't you get a bit closer?" The fat man called out in a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

  That giant stone never approached again, as if it had a tendency to drift away into the distance.

  A female cultivator from Dutiange couldn't help but manipulate a control-type spiritual artifact with fluttering ribbons to trap the golden box on the giant stone.

  Whoa! A flame passed by from the side, and the spiritual device instantly dissolved half of it, losing contact with the female cultivator's divine sense, falling under the Flame Bridge.

  In the blink of an eye, a spiritual artifact was gone just like that.

  Zhang Heng was also secretly shocked. The power of this flame was indeed terrifying, and in terms of burning and high temperature, it was much stronger than his own Silver Flame.

  Of course, the most powerful attribute of the silver flame is "refining", or rather, devouring; burning and high temperatures are just its secondary effects.

  It's no wonder it's a true flame of a cultivator nearing the Congealing Dan stage.

  The true fire in the body of a cultivator in the Congealing Dan stage is also extremely precious and generally will not be easily used.

  These dark red flames, although only approaching the true fire of a Jindan period cultivator in power, win out in sheer numbers, and this surrounding world is entirely filled with such flames.

  Even a cultivator in the Congealing Dan stage cannot stay outside the Flame Bridge for even a moment.

  "Let me try!" Zhao Rui's figure leaped up, brushing past Luo Ningxue's side before she could even react, and landed lightly on top of the massive boulder.

  It was strange that the flames around him became gentle and mild when they approached him, slowly drifting past his body.

  "What's inside?" Zhao Rui curiously opened the glittering golden box.

  This box may be golden in color, but it's not necessarily made of gold.

  All I saw was that there were only three jade bottles in the box, and the colors of the jade bottles were also different.

  "Zao Hua Dan? Gu Ling Dan? Hua Ying Dan?" Zhao Rui saw the words written on the labels of the three jade bottles and involuntarily read them out loud.

  What he recited was obviously the names of three kinds of spiritual elixirs.

  "What? A Solid Spirit Pill?" Several Foundation Building cultivators exclaimed in shock.

  "Heavens! The Creation Pill?" Wang Yuan was instantly excited, his eyes filled with anticipation.

  "Unexpectedly, even Huayan Dan is available..."

  Three kinds of spiritual elixirs, none of which are ordinary goods.

  "What good luck I have!" Zhao Rui put the golden box into his storage bag and jumped back onto the Flame Bridge as if nothing had happened.

  As soon as he landed on Huoyan Bridge, Zhao Rui immediately felt the greedy eyes around him.

  At the same time, several strands of astonishing killing intent also came over.

  Standing not far away, Zhang Heng's face was calm and unruffled. In his opinion, even the kindest person would have a change in personality after experiencing the cruel competition in the Blood Kill Temple.