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  Flames appear in a distant place, outside the central area of the whirlpool.

  Yan Zhao Ge was busy stabilizing the inner crystal furnace, when a disciple of Guang Cheng Shan hurriedly said: "Brother Yan, is that the Liyan True Fire seed you've been looking for?"

  "You stabilize the internal crystal furnace, we'll go help with the harvest."

  Yanzhao Song shook his head: "The environment here is still relatively dangerous for you, don't act rashly, others will take care of it."

  Ye Jing and other young disciples looked around curiously, wondering what "others" meant in the words of the Yan Zhao song.

  The next moment, a gust of wind suddenly sounded behind the crowd, and several figures appeared, crossing over the crowd, rushing towards the blue flame in the black fog.

  A group of young people were all secretly worried, only then did they realize that there were still people following behind them.

  But looking at their movements and actions, they are by no means ordinary martial artists, and it turns out that they are all masters of the highest level.

  And yet these masters of the highest level are all willing to silently and quietly follow Yan Zhao Ge, like shadows.

  Unlike Ah Hu on the surface, these people are lurking in the dark, guarding Yan Zhao Ge. They will not easily show up unless Yan Zhao Ge has clear instructions.

  Such a scene made many young disciples suddenly wake up from their dreams.

  Now they understand that without the potential threat of Chi Ling Flag Master, their own group in a normal situation would be much safer entering Zhen Long Quan with Yan Zhao Ge than other Nei Guan masters leading the team.

  Several dark shadows rushed towards the blue flame, and the black fog dispersed slightly. A bright blue light floated up and down in the air, surrounded by rolling flames.

  It is the true fire of Yanzhao song that wants to find the spark of fire.

  But just then, a surging red light suddenly emerged from the depths of the dark fog, like a vast river rushing past, striking the sparks and sending them drifting far away.

  The red light stirred, and the black fog also became violent, constantly surging.

  Those black-clad men who went to collect fire sparks were also forced to brush past the fire sparks.

  Yanzhao's song furrowed his brow, he slapped the inner crystal furnace, temporarily stopping its operation, then he flew up himself, out of the vortex center area, and leaped towards the blue flame in the red light.

  A green light flashed quickly as his sleeves fluttered, flying out of Yan Zhao Ge's right sleeve and cutting off the red light that seemed like a great river.

  The true flame of Lieyan soared upwards, and Yan Zhao Ge's left hand, wearing a specially prepared glove, reached out to grab it.

  But in the severed red light flow, a ferocious phantom suddenly flew out, instantly sweeping away the black fog that filled the entire Dragon Spring Town, condensing into a giant ghostly body, as if it had wisdom, pouncing on Yan Zhao Song's head!

  Yanzhao smiled and swung his right sleeve, and the green light flashed again, directly cutting the ghost god condensed from the black fog in half!

  As the collapse of the gigantic divine spirit, the black fog between heaven and earth in front of everyone's eyes surged more violently, as if even space was shaking, giving people a feeling of mountains shaking and earth spinning for a while.

  That ferocious phantom reappeared at first, as if it had become much weaker, and fled rapidly into the distance.

  Blue flames fluttered again, drifting in the darkness.

  The Sha Qi fluctuations in Zhen Long Quan began to become chaotic and intense, and the originally calm center of the vortex seemed to be slowly dissipating.

  Yanzhao Song frowned, and ordered decisively: "This evil spirit is related to the anomaly in the Dragon Spring. I'll capture it, you few watch the inner crystal furnace and collect the Lianyan True Fire sparks."

  "Other junior brothers and sisters, it's getting even more abnormal here, it's become very dangerous. Don't stay at the edge of the whirlpool's central area, retreat inside."

  Having said that, he chased after the phantom.

  Ye Jing and Si Kong Qing retreated as promised, while those black-clad men rushed towards the blue flames once again.

  The red light flow that was previously broken by the Yan Zhao song scattered everywhere, continuing to fluctuate with the surging black fog, swirling with blue flames flying around.

  Ye Jing retreated with the crowd, his eyes fixed on the blue flames, his fingers rubbing the dark red ring on his hand: "It's really Liyan True Fire, staying here in Zhenlongquan is indeed correct."

  "Separate Flame True Fire is the ultimate product of fire, and this kind of flame can also continuously cultivate true fire. If I get it, maybe I can open the next level of restriction in the ring ahead of time."

  Although he had been thinking about Lyu Xian's true flame before, Ye Jing never thought that he would encounter it so easily.

  "It fell into the hands of that Yan Zhao singer. If I ask for it again, it may arouse his and other people's suspicion in the sect, exposing the existence of the ring."

  "I'll get it first, and then I can lift the ring's seal. Later, I'll give the fire seed to Yan Zhao Ge, and by then, he'll owe me a favor."

  "It can also be directly submitted to the sect, and the fire seed is related to the inner crystal furnace. The inner crystal furnace is now a public matter in the sect. Whoever can provide the true fire of Liyan will naturally be a great achievement."

  "Who says this spark must belong to Yan Zhao Ge?"

  "The thing hasn't even reached his hands yet. The best things in life are free, and the capable will take them. The spark is currently ownerless, once it falls into my hands, it's my opportunity!"

  "But how can we get the fire?"

  Many thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Ye Jing's eyes suddenly lit up. The blue flame flew by, and it actually appeared in front of him!

  Ye Jing was also stunned for a moment, then reacted and gritted his teeth, flying out to grab the fire with his hands!

  The people in the field fell silent for a moment at the sight.

  Those black-clad men, after their initial stunned expression, regained their poker faces and descended onto the mountain rocks, taking large silent strides towards Ye Jing.

  Several masters gazed at a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining, whose gaze alone was almost enough to make one collapse, not to mention the pressure brought by their simultaneous approach.

  Ye Jing clenched his teeth and didn't back down at all as he stared them down.

  Sī Kōng Qíng was somewhat perplexed and slightly furrowed her brow.

  Other young disciples were even more bewildered and at a loss, the atmosphere was solemn to the extreme, making people feel suffocated.

  Just then, a green light flashed from afar, and the black fog was broken again. It was Yan Zhao Ge who had returned once more.

  "What's going on?" Yan Zhao's song landed, his eyes scanned, and the first thing he saw was the blue flame caught in Ye Jing's hand, and for a moment, he was speechless.

  At this time, Yan Zhao Ge really didn't know what kind of language to use to describe his emotions.

  The protagonist goes on an adventure to find treasure, and it's always been the aura of a king, eating everything in sight, taking everything, grabbing everything, some people even have a halo of destruction above their heads, who knows if they'll add a killing light...

  What the hell, is this really good fortune?

  Your protagonist halo is really dazzling, wherever you go on an adventure, all the good things are yours?

  Is it wrong of me to find treasure in front of you?

  I don't know if I should have been mentally prepared, but Yan Zhao Ge is still leisurely thinking: "Even if I grab a fire with my bare hands and get burned to ashes, it's all because of that ring."

  Ye Jingzhe tightly grasped the Liyan Zhenhuo fire seed, his face set in a stubborn and unyielding expression as he stared at Yan Zhao Ge.

  Yanzhao song was not perceived by others, and quickly rolled her eyes: "Here we go again, another situation like this."

  Ye Jing took a deep breath and secretly activated his ring, absorbing the power of the Liyan True Fire.

  His movements actually all fell into Yan Zhao Ge's eyes, Yan Zhao Ge shook his head, just about to open his mouth to speak, suddenly changed color, looked up.

  The black fog that had been shaking the top of his head suddenly became even more violent, with strong winds and surging clouds, as if the sky and earth in Zhenlongquan were shattered!

  The stable vortex core area is gone in an instant!

  The violent power swept across, and the dark fog that had not seen the sky for years actually dispersed slightly!

  Flames fell from the sky above people's heads, and violent gusts of air crushed them as if they were about to be torn apart.

  A thunderous roar shook heaven and earth!

  "You little brat with the surname Yan, your father's evil deeds will be shouldered by you first!"

  Seeing the flames, Yan Zhao Song quickly reacted: "The Lord of the Red Spirit Flag!"

  Damn it, I just lost the True Flame of Departed Soul and was feeling depressed, but then a Grandmaster showed up to kill me.

  In an instant, heaven and earth became like a furnace, with powers of destruction descending from the sky!

  "Hah!" The Yan Zhao song immediately urged himself to use all his skills, preparing to meet the attack.

  A group of black-clad bodyguards rushed towards Yan Zhao Ge, risking their lives to protect his safety.

  "Die!"

  At this time, the Red Spirit Flag Master let out a loud roar, and his fierce fist had already fallen, directly targeting Ye Jing!

  Directly pointing at the scenery...

  Direct pointing......huh?！

  Wait a minute, something seems off!

  The Yan Zhao song, which had already taken a strong stance, stared blankly at the power of the Chi Ling flag master, falling around Ye Jing as its center, while he himself was only on the edge of the storm.

  What's with this rhythm?!