Chapter 231 The Land of Earth and Fire

Fengxi Cliff, the place where the fire spews out in the north of Phoenix Pavilion, is a forbidden area strictly guarded by the sect.

Fengxi Cliff is shrouded in raging purple flames all year round. The fire spirit power is so strong that it turns into mist, shrouding the entire valley, isolating spiritual exploration, and is daunting.

When the Phoenix Pavilion established its sect, it gathered the hands of a Nascent Soul master and several Jindan elders, and spent a huge price to suppress the earthly fire here, and established a special institution for the sect's weapon refiners to forge magic weapons. place.

This place is heavily guarded, and only inner disciples of Phoenix Pavilion or above are eligible to spend the sect's contribution to enter Fengxi Cliff.

Since Zhou Yiqiao entered the Phoenix Pavilion, he has always adhered to the idea of ​​not wanting to be controlled by others. He has accumulated a large amount of unused contributions from the sect over the years, which is useful at this moment.

He made the Yi Yuan Zhou fly away for a stick of incense, and then he saw a purple light curtain from a distance. This light curtain covered the sky and the sun and stretched across the canyon not far away.

This purple light curtain is not too thick, about two feet wide, and the scene inside can be vaguely seen through it.

The flames were blazing in the valley, and the flames echoed each other and gathered together to illuminate the sky, making the entire Fengxi Cliff covered with a layer of light purple haze.

In the smoke, countless lava flows, scalding hot, but were forcibly divided into areas by some force.

A wisp of purple flame burns in every area, and above the flame is a refining room made of black stone bricks engraved with runes.

There is an air-entraining formation engraved outside each refining room, which guides the lava, earth fire and fire spiritual energy in the ground to wash away the indoor furnace cauldron, maintaining a steady stream of flames for the forging of magical weapons.

Because it is a forbidden area of ​​the sect, the method of entering this place is extremely complicated.

Under the light curtain, at the entrance of a specially opened passage, four men in black robes with serious faces stood there, blocking the approach of passers-by.

These four people are the dead warriors cultivated by the sect through secret methods. Each of them has the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, is powerful, and is absolutely loyal to the Phoenix Pavilion.

Zhou Yiqiao stepped towards the passage, and under the cautious gaze of four men in black, he took off the identity token symbolizing the inner disciple from his waist.

"My disciple Zhou Yiqiao, an inner disciple of Phoenix Pavilion, wants to enter Phoenix Cliff to practice the art of forging."

At this moment, Zhou Yiqiao's cultivation was suppressed to the late stage of foundation building, and the fluctuations in spiritual power were extremely ordinary. Even the elders in the sect could not detect the abnormality, let alone these four dead servants.

A monk who was closest to Zhou Yiqiao came forward, took the identity token and inspected it carefully for a moment, then raised his head and glanced at him, and then stretched out his hand to signal to get out of the way.

From beginning to end, the four of them remained silent.

Zhou Yiqiao smiled and nodded at the four people, and walked straight through the purple light curtain.

As soon as he crossed the light curtain, he felt a wave of scorching hot air coming towards him.

With his feet on an invisible barrier, Zhou Yiqiao stabilized his figure and lowered his head to look down at his feet.

Under the feet was a bottomless, pitch-black crack, with clusters of purple flames shooting out from the crack, reflecting the fiery red light all around.

"He who comes is stopped!"

A majestic voice came from in front of him. Zhou Yiqiao looked up and saw a scorching breeze blowing. A red-haired man suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff not far away.

The man, who was at the peak of his Jindan cultivation, held a large sword with a black sheath in his hand. The handle was inlaid with a crystal clear white jade, and the blade was leaning against the cliff.

The cold light reflected from the blade seemed to be cut off at any time, full of threats.

Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows, wondering in his heart.

This person has a high level of cultivation and a long aura. He is a good hand. Even among the many elders of Phoenix Pavilion, he is considered a first-rate master.

But in Zhou Yiqiao's memories over the years, it is certain that there has never been such an elder in the Phoenix Pavilion.

"This Fengxi Cliff has multiple restrictions and layers of guards, and there is also a powerful Jindan Daoist inside. It seems that it is not just a place for refining weapons on the surface."

He thought to himself, bowed, and put the identity token above his head.

"Inner disciple Zhou Yiqiao came here this time to practice the art of weapon refining. I hope the elder will learn from it!"

The red-haired man took the identity token and looked at it over and over again, his face softened slightly and his tone was relaxed.

"Since you are a disciple who is here to practice the art of weapon refining, then you should act according to the rules!"

After saying that, the red-haired man raised his hand and threw the token in his hand to Zhou Yiqiao.

"Wear the identity token on your chest, and after entering Fengxi Cliff, you will be automatically directed to a refining room."

"When you enter the refining process, the sect's contribution recorded in your token will be continuously reduced. If the contribution points are insufficient, you will be warned in advance."

"Remember, you need to leave as soon as possible after the token prompts, otherwise the guard puppets in Fengxi Cliff will not care about your identity."

After saying that, the red-haired man stopped talking, leaving only Zhou Yiqiao's back, turned and walked to one side, obviously not interested in continuing the conversation with Zhou Yiqiao.

Watching the red-haired man's back disappear from sight, Zhou Yiqiao followed the token in front of him and walked towards the depths of Fengxi Cliff.

"huhu"

The closer you get to Fengxi Cliff, the more intense the burning feeling in the air becomes. Even with the shield on the surface of your body, you still feel unbearably hot.

Zhou Yiqiao didn't want to expose his true cultivation level, so he had to use his spiritual power to wrap his whole body, and then he felt much better.

Walking along the narrow stone path in the cave, after a while, Zhou Yiqiao came to the inside of Fengxi Cliff.

The terrain here is flat, surrounded by fiery red lava, and the pungent smell of sulfur is exuded as the flames jump.

Above the magma are countless fluorescent formations, and in the center of the formations is a small but exquisite stone hut.

The identity token stopped in front of the stone house. Zhou Yiqiao gathered his breath and stepped into the stone house.

The stone house is not very big, only allowing two people to sit down at the same time, but it is clean and tidy.

There are several rows of shelves placed in the corner, which are filled with a variety of first-level refining materials. There is nothing else, and it is quite deserted.

In the center of the stone house, a simple casting pool appeared in front of Zhou Yiqiao. Molten poured into it continuously. The fire attribute spiritual power was continuously filled, and the magma boiled and flowed endlessly.

On the other side of the casting pool, there is a bronze desk. Next to the desk is a small black hammer about half a meter tall.

Although this small hammer is ordinary, its structure is simple and lightweight, making it suitable for beginners to use.

Zhou Yiqiao looked around, nodded with satisfaction, took out the various spiritual materials that had been prepared in the storage bag one by one, arranged them in the corner, and officially began to practice the art of weapon refining.