Chapter 331, Luo Yan Jinhuo

Chapter 3 of Three Hundred and One, Luo Yan Jinhuo

When the others saw that it was impossible, they cleaned up their mood and walked to the door together, looking quite excited.

The huge stone gate made a rumbling low and dull sound under Luo Yinglong's hands and slowly opened. As the gap of the stone gate continued to grow, the people standing in front of the stone gate only felt a hot breath coming, and even the wisps of hair on some people's shoulders became burnt yellow and rolled up.

Under this inexplicable hot breath, a shield composed of brute force lit up around all people, isoling the hot breath outside.

After all, the stone gate was pushed open under Luo Yinglong's hand. At the moment when the stone gate was opened, all the people's faces turned red, and the purpose was like a fiery purgatory.

Behind the stone gate is a long corridor, about 70 to 80 feet long and about three or four feet high. The ground of the corridor is full of countless flames, where the Thunderbolt is constantly burning. From time to time, a golden flame drips from the top like water droplets and falls to the corridor. Countless sparks splashed in the fire.

The golden sea of fire composed of golden flames appeared in front of everyone in this way. All people felt their throats itchy and wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything.

"Fatfire! It turned out to be Luoyan Golden Fire. Unexpectedly, I could see Luoyan Golden Fire, which is almost legendary fire here, and it is still a piece of fire. Standing in front of this golden sea of fire, Burning Fanyuan's eyes, his eyes are full of strong incredibleness, and his mouth is constantly muttering. It seems that he still doesn't believe everything in front of him. Really.

"Fat the golden fire? Is this the only existence and ancient golden fire recorded in the ancient books of the sect? Aunt Yun was closest to Fenfan, and naturally heard the mumble in Fenfan's mouth. Her little hand instantly covered her little mouth, like Fenfan, and incredibly looked at the piles of golden fire in front of her.

The stone gate is very large, and 60 people standing side by side is not crowded, but everyone looks at the golden fire in front of them in shock. Although they don't know what this fire is called, they can feel the extraordinaryness of this fire, which is an intuition as a master.

What's more, these golden fires keep burning, from which they can even feel a desolate and ancient atmosphere, and they are more convinced that this golden fire is a treasure.

"Are you really stupid or fake? This is clearly an illusion." While everyone was immersed in how to get this golden flame, a voice suddenly came, interrupting everyone's thinking.

Everyone turned their heads and looked. The speaker was a young man, dressed in luxury, with a folding fan in his hand constantly fanning. His words were proud and his eyebrows were wild. Obviously, he was a natural prince. As soon as the young barbarian finished speaking, he came to the eyes of the people around him. He couldn't help but be very proud, and the folding fan in his hand fantened a few times faster. Down.

In fact, Fenfan has noticed that among his team exploring ancient ruins, there are a total of six teams. In addition to himself and Cao Zheng's previous gang, there are also several groups worthy of Fan's attention.

This time, the three barbarian forces on the sunset wilderness came to a complete one at one time. Leading the overturning python clan was a middle-aged man, dressed in a green gown, with narrow eyes and long pupils standing upside down. At first glance, it was a gloomy person. A smooth long whip in his hand was not stirred and emitted. With a bloodthirsty breath.

The other is a handsome man in a black and red gorgeous jacket with blood-red hair, and the most remarkable is his eyes. The handsome man's eyes are gray and white, giving people an empty color when looking at people, like... like a blind man, behind this handsome man. Standing several men and women in black and red jackets, bowing their heads and arched around him.

As for the leader of the gray original giant rat, he was a very inconspicuous little old man, wearing gray clothes, giving people a feeling of country bumpkin entering the city, but Burning Fan's intuition told her not to underestimate him. This little old man was the most unfathomable among the three leaders.

The young man who said it was an illusion was one of the last forces, and his status seemed to be not low, but all the people present who heard what he said unconsciously showed a sneer.

Luo Yinglong was even more direct and didn't see any action. The young barbarian has fallen into his hands. Luo Yinglong pinched the young barbarian's neck, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said, "What a bullshit, so ignorant and dares to talk nonsense. What Luo Yinglong hates most is this kind of person."

Not to mention, Fenfan listened to what Luo Yinglong said just now, so he didn't come forward to stop him. Fenfan also hates this kind of person in his heart. Obviously, he doesn't know anything, but he has to pretend to be as beautiful. The most disgusting thing is that Fenfan dares to assert that if they explore the ancient relics this time If you fail, you must have the credit of this young man.

The young man was even more desperate to see that all the people around him closed their eyes and did not say anything, especially when the barbarian who had a grudge against the man in black in front of him bowed his head.

"Bastard, come and save me quickly, or I will go back to the clan and tell you that you can't eat and walk." The young man turned his head to several old people in his team and said with constant threats.

This made all the barbarians shake their heads secretly. At this time, the young people didn't think about how to comfort their men and let them work for themselves, but threatened them. I'm afraid that it would be the opposite and become self-defeating.

Sure enough, the anger on the faces of the old men flashed away, and their bodies trembled angrily. They even turned their heads directly and stopped looking at the young man.

"Hahaha, young man, don't look at it. No one will waste his efforts to save you, a waste, and I don't know what your adults think. How can you let such a waste into the extremely dangerous ancient ruins?" Luo Yinglong smiled and said.

In fact, what Luo Yinglong didn't know was that the young barbarian was the son of a big tribal patriarch. The young barbarian happened to encounter the opening of the ancient ruins when he practiced on the mainland, because the young barbarian was protected by the old people around him. There was no need to be afraid. He did not listen to the old advice and resolutely entered the ancient ruins. I thought that I was captured before I entered the first level.

"Luo Yinglong, as long as you are willing to let go of my young master, what conditions do you want, as long as we can do it, we will definitely go all out." Finally, those old people still can't bear to watch the young barbarian being killed in front of their eyes. A gray-haired and ricke old man stand up Come on, with a sad face, he said.

Conditions? Hahaha, do you dare to do things for me based on your cultivation?" Luo Yinglong seemed to hear some jokes. He laughed with a little force in his hand, pinching the young man's hand with a crisp sound, and then there was a young man's howl.

The white-haired old man's face was full of anger, and he pointed to Luo Yinglong and was about to have a fight with Luo Yinglong, but he was pulled by other old men beside him.

"Kid, since you said this is an illusion, you can go first and break this illusion for us first!" Luo Yinglong was cold, and as soon as his arm was mentioned, the young barbarian was thrown into the golden fire by Luo Yinglong.

The golden fire was particularly fierce. Before the young barbarian's body touched the golden fire, his clothes, hair and eyebrows were ignited and burned.

In an instant, the young barbarian turned into a big fireball and fell into the golden sea of fire with screams and became dust.

Seeing that his young master was so cruelly burned alive in front of his eyes, the white-haired old man suddenly let out a miserable cry. His body suddenly turned and rose into the air. A long sword appeared in his hand, shining with faint light, covering 360 acupuncture points around Luo Yinglong.

The rest of the old men also suddenly realized that they followed the white-haired old man and attacked Luo Yinglong one after another.

These old men are all guests recruited by the big tribe. They are ordered by the patriarch to protect the young master. When the young master goes out to practice, they will give a wisp of soul fire to the patriarch to show that they can't betray them. Now that the young master has been killed in front of their eyes, they can't escape their lives. When the patriarch perceives their son Death, the soul fire will definitely be blown up, and then they will not escape death, so they plan to kill Luo Yinglong and make contributions.

But Luo Yinglong stood in front of the golden fire, coldly looking at the white-haired old man, and his gloomy face looked more strange under the golden firelight.

Luo Yinglong sneered, and the black gun in his hand was clicked out in an instant, and the black light flew out of the long gun to meet the old men.

Several old people in mid-air already have a dying heart, so the attack under them is also offensive and defenseless, and the tragic atmosphere suddenly permeates the whole space.

Luo Yinglong, as a high-level barbarian in Qianyuanjing, has mastery of the law to an incredible level. How can these only be resisted by the junior old men?

As soon as the black man came into contact with a group of old men, it immediately exploded, and instantly wrapped the old men. Hei hurriedly formed a spherical ball to wrap the old man in it.

The white-haired old man only felt that he was like a thousand knives, and the pain was very painful, but after a short time, the black light dissipated, and all the people looked at the current appearance of the old men who were originally good and took a breath of cold air.