At the moment when Zhu Zhu fell heavily into the flame tide, he was almost desperate, because the raging fire swallowed him like a beast. He felt like a pheasant on the grill was beginning to be anxious, and he emitted a charcoal breath. At this time, he saw a face that was as sharp as a knife and axe. Zhuoran controlled the fire flow like a god, forming a huge barrier around him, and he was standing in this huge barrier. What was even more amazing was that there was no feeling of heat here at all, as if the heat from the swirling flames had been sucked away and turned into something cold.

Zhuoran didn't say anything, suddenly took a step forward and shouted, "The crazy knife cuts off the flow!" As the blade in his hand slashed, the rotating fire flows condensed towards the blade like a convergence of rivers. In an instant, the long bronze sword turned red like an embryo just taken out of the stove. The power of the flame on the blade also condensed to a very high level at this time, and the violent power pressed against the surrounding air and began to vibrate violently.

Zhu Zhu found that half of the flames in the refining room were absorbed by Zhuoran's long sword, leaving only the charred marks on the ground. At the same time, a roar came from his ears, and violent anger filled the entire house again. The entire refining room began to shake, dust fell, and even the air vent on the roof also creaked.

The fire flowed over the ground again, turning into a wave sweeping everything. Zhu Zhu watched as he was about to be swallowed by the flames again, and at this moment a huge wind whirlpool stirred the fire flow. He saw Zhuoran again and saw his thin and awe-inspiring figure. At this time, a wisp of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but a gentle smile in his eyes. He suddenly fell to the ground, and the bronze sword in his hand was inserted into the ground for half a foot before he could stabilize his body.

"Master..." Zhu Zhu wanted to go over to help her, but he raised his head, smiled, and waved his hand. At this time, he suddenly coughed, vomiting blood from his mouth, but his expression was still so gentle. He sat down dejectedly on the ground, turned back to the end of the sea of ​​fire, where he could see Zhuo Yifeng's figure. His situation was not much better. His hair and golden robe were burnt, and there were blood stains on his chest.

Zhuoran was like looking at the most beautiful scenery in the world, with joy all over his eyes, while Zhu Zhu saw more of it, just as satisfied as the old man saw a family of children and grandchildren before he died.

He sneered and said, "You have always claimed to be better than me, and today it seems that this is not the case. Unfortunately, she can't see it again, otherwise she would really regret it. Haha...haha..." His laughter was intermittent, and even the spiraling air around him fluctuated with his laughter, and the range became larger and smaller, as if the balloons were swollen by breath would suddenly break at a certain moment. Zhu Zhu knew that Zhuoran was not exhausted, but that he had really reached the moment when the oil was exhausted. He had used his life's cultivation to defeat his opponent, and it seemed that he had only lost a draw at this time. However, this also made him feel relieved.

"No! You were wrong. From the beginning, you lost. You have been a loser all your life, and your career and family are not as good as me. Look, I have a lot of children and grandchildren, but you are alone, and after your death, you will only turn into a lonely soul on the volcano." Zhuo Yifeng pointed at Zhuo Qingliu who was standing at the door of the refining room, with a smug smile surging on his face.

Zhuoran looked at Zhuo Qingliu, as if he saw the shadow of that person, and he faintly had the beauty of that person... He sighed and his eyes were full of loneliness. He reached out to take out a bead from his arms. The exquisite gold hairpin was inlaid with a bead the size of a thumb, which made the whole gold hairpin a little more luxurious.

He sighed, "You still let me down after all!" There was a look of sadness in his eyes. Suddenly, he threw the pearl hairpin out and flew towards the bronze stove. He no longer had no nostalgia for this thing.

However, the moment the pearl hairpin fell into the bronze stove, it was caught. Zhuo Yifeng held the pearl hairpin in his hand and his eyes were full of surprise. However, after seeing the pearl hairpin, his eyes turned into depressed and lost. He raised his head and asked sternly: "Where is it? Where is that thing?" His voice was filled with sadness and desolation.

When he lowered his head, his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Zhuchai. He threw it casually and fell into the bronze stove and was swallowed by the flames.

The wind thunder suddenly dissipated at this time, and the flames immediately rushed towards Zhu Zhu and Zhuoran in the center, but Zhuoran hung his head weakly at this time. Zhu Zhu knew that he was dead, with the last regret.

Zhuo Yifeng slowly walked towards the door, and the flames retreated to the sides like a gentle beast following his steps, and then overlapped like a wave of water. When he walked out of the refining room, only frustration was left in his eyes. He said to Zhuo Qingliu lightly: "Let's go!" Zhuo Qingliu looked at Zhu Zhu in the sea of ​​fire and thought to himself: "But he is not dead yet." When he turned around, he found that Zhu Yifeng had left. He looked at Zhu Zhu hatefully, and then looked at the face of the fire cave that was about to collapse.

When Zhu Zhu woke up, she found that the surrounding area was dark, and the ash left in the cave made it a little brighter. With the glimmer of light from a fireball on the ground, he found that he was still intact. Except for most of his hair, most of his clothes had been burned to ashes, and his clothes were incomplete, and even his skin was still delicate and white. He also found that Zhuoran's corpse was preserved intact, just as the flames deliberately avoided them. He felt lucky and puzzled. Judging from this situation, there seemed to be no other possibility except that the opening of the air outlet at the top of the refining room helped to dissipate the fire.

When he tried to go out, he found that the spacious fire cave had been filled with rocks. He wanted to go out without digging the corridor again. But with his own strength, it was like Yugong moving a mountain, and he didn't know how many years it would take. Seeing that it was night at this time, I could only put my hope in the morning.

After almost a night of hard work, Zhu Zhu finally thought of a way out when the vent was a little brighter and brighter. The vent led to the top of the mountain, and the light showed that the vent was still open, and this was the best way out. But when he looked at Zhuoran's corpse, he hesitated again. He should have buried Zhuoran in a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers, but it was not easy to take a corpse out of the vent. After Zhu Zhu thought about it, he decided to bury Zhuoran in the weapon refining room and let these relics be his companion forever.

He raised the gravel that had been smashed and found Zhuoran's long sword. When he was about to dig a hole, he found something strange. The thing was shaped like a round bead, burned black by the flames, completely dull, and it was a little hot in his hand. However, what really made Zhu Zhu feel strange was that the thing exuded a faint space atmosphere. If he guessed it well, it turned out to be a space container. I still remember that he used a fireball on the ground to brighten it last night. At this time, it was also this thing.

Zhu Zhu thought to himself that although Zhuoran also had some spiritual materials and objects, he had never seen such things before. If possible, Zhuo Yifeng was left behind. Thinking that Zhuoran had been lonely and died here for the last time was forced by these people, he somehow felt angry. He hoped that this was a valuable thing, which made them feel regretful and regretful. However, after trying several times, he found that there seemed to be a ball of flame hidden in this thing. His mind was forced out as soon as he entered and had to put it away first.

After being buried Zhuoran, Zhu Zhu escaped from the wind with the help of the long bronze sword. Seeing Liuhuo Mountain collapsed a large area during this catastrophe, it was even more shocking. It was a blessing to think that he could come out alive.

Looking from a distance, the Fire Town is still like a little thick ink in a beautiful painting, and in this valley, like a pipa in the hand of a beautiful woman, it has another style.

Zhu Zhu sighed in his heart when he saw the long sword in his hand. This time he originally asked Zhuoran to refine a weapon for him, but he almost lost his life if he didn't get the weapon. Seeing that the blade was solemn, it was specially made of the Xuan Dao Gate. After being inscribed by Zhuoran, he thought that he had experienced countless battles, so he had such a halo. However, once the star pattern weapon was inscribed, it would be like scrap iron to others. This knife was useless to Zhu Zhu. However, Zhu Zhu had no weapons now, so he could only borrow it for a while to defend himself.
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