Martial Godly Emperor

What kind of existence was this?    

Darkness? Cold?    

No.    

The surroundings and the sky were all dark and gloomy.    

However, from time to time, raging flames would appear on the mountain, lighting up the darkness with bright red.    

Meng Yu kept flying forward.    

Although he was protected by the black light emitted by the mirror, the energy in the mirror was almost depleted.    

If the energy in the mirror was depleted, he would be in danger.    

Fire was everywhere on this mountain.    

Red fire, white fire, blue fire.    

Some flames were filled with Dao Fate, while others were filled with Dao Tribulation or sins.    

He himself was unable to block these flames.    

If he were to come into direct contact with these flames, he would be burnt into charcoal.    

"Is there still a place here that hasn't been occupied by the flames?"    

"If there isn't, I can only fly out first."    

Seeing the black light shrouding his body becoming thinner and thinner, Meng Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly.    

He had always wanted to open the Flame Peak and find Tang Rou. Now he was on the Flame Peak, but he could not even protect himself like a clay Buddha crossing a river.    

"This place is full of fire. Junior Tang Rou wouldn't have died long ago, right?"    

Meng Yu felt a little guilty.    

However.    

He had a connection with Tang Rou's Flying Immortal Sect. The Life Mirror that Tang Rou stored in her sect had always been in good condition. This meant that Tang Rou was not dead yet.    

However, she did not have any connection with the sect, Meng Yu, and Yaner.    

Meng Yu saw from the crystal ball that she was swallowed into the Ancient Well. The self-help she did indicated that she was unconscious.    

The 3000 beautiful hair that she had ignited could protect her.    

However, would this protection be the same as the bronze mirror in Meng Yu's hand, where energy was constantly being consumed? Or was it about to be exhausted?    

The more Meng Yu thought about it, the more worried he became.    

However, it had already been so long. If Tang Rou died when he was about to pass by, then it could only be said that her life should be like this. She could not blame anyone else.    

"If Tang Rou has kept her words here until now, then she should stay in a relatively safe place."    

"Otherwise, even if she has a protective treasure on her, in a place like Flame Peak, it would be difficult to protect her for a long time."    

"Just like the mirror in my hand, the large amount of energy contained within it was consumed in a short period of time."    

Meng Yu thought of all possibilities.    

Although he was prepared to escape before the light of the mirror disappeared, he was also doing his best to search for Tang Rou's whereabouts.    

For some reason, when he thought of Tang Rou's cute face and the scene when he always wanted to tease her, he felt a sense of warmth in his heart.    

One of Bai Qiang, Li Changliu, and Tang Rou's third junior sisters died, and the whereabouts of the two were unknown.    

Only Tang Rou was known by Meng Yu and could be saved. He really wanted Tang Rou to be fine.    

At this moment, he kept rushing towards the heart of Flame Peak.    

But this made the black light on his body become even thinner in the fight against all kinds of flames.    

Perhaps in the next moment, this protective black light would completely disappear.    

He was unable to release his Spiritual Consciousness.    

His Spiritual Consciousness could be considered powerful, but once it encountered these damned flames, not only did it cause pain in his sea of consciousness, it also burned his Spiritual Consciousness until it distorted, making it difficult for him to sense the real situation around him.    

The flames became even stronger.    

There was only a very thin layer of black light left, and Meng Yu's hair and clothes were all burnt and twisted.    

Bang.    

The black light on his body was finally used up by the powerful flames here.    

Meng Yu immediately faced all kinds of flames around him.    

Naturally, the protective Fire Lotus on his body had already protected him. The Blue Stone that Shangguan Yan gave him was also summoned, blocking the flames in the surroundings.    

However, he still felt an unbearable heat.    

That kind of feeling was like a mortal being placed in a sealed jar and roasted fiercely with firewood.    

Not only that, some of the white flames made him feel as if he was being burned by the cold.    

At the same time, the blue flames made a layer of fear rise in his heart. The yellow flames made him feel the sharpness of sharp blades, and his bone marrow was being crazily cut. The black flames were directly acting on his divine soul, causing Meng Yu to involuntarily let out a few screams of pain!    

Ahhhh!!    

That was a kind of indescribable pain!    

It pierced deep into his soul!    

Life was worse than death!    

Even if it was the Fiery Oil Hell of the 18 layers of hell that Storyteller usually mentioned, compared to the Flame Peak, it was simply a paradise on earth.    

"Let's go, I have to go!"    

If he didn't leave now, he would turn into ashes here and vanish into thin air.    

The will to live allowed him to activate the Wind-thunder Wings and fly upwards.    

The Wind-thunder Wings was roasted until two Blue Smoke appeared.    

"My God! This damned flame, is it going to burn my Wind-thunder Wings?"    

Meng Yu cursed.    

His skin had long been burned. His clothes had been stripped off, and his fur was on fire.    

He was like a fireball, and there were many red, white, and black flames on his body. He was enduring the pain that was piercing into his soul.    

"Tang Rou."    

That was a gentle name.    

He felt sorry for Tang Rou for leaving like this.    

Perhaps he was not afraid of death, but the flames here made him feel that it was better to live than to die.    

He could sacrifice himself for his friend, but he was not willing to sacrifice himself for nothing without seeing Tang Rou.    

With a bang, countless blood colored clouds appeared beside him.    

Meng Yu wanted to use his escape technique to leave this damn place.    

However, at this moment, he saw a strange white circular arc of light in the place where the flames were burning.    

The arc of light was surrounded by flames that kept burning it.    

This meant that all the flames here regarded the arc of light as an invader.    

They were very violent, continuously releasing their own heat, wanting to melt the arc of light.    

The arc of light emitted a gentle light. As soon as these lights came into contact with the flames, it caused the other party's violence to become gentle.    

It was as if the Hundred Refined Steel had been turned into something soft that wrapped around one's finger.    

It was as if a virtuous wife was teaching her husband who had a tendency to be violent, turning him into a trachea flame.    

Although it was only a short glance, Meng Yu could feel the rich Heavenly Dao within the arc of light.    

Also, within the arc of light, there might be a world of its own and the space within it was vast.    

This might be an intuition.    

"Do you want to go and take a look?"    

If Meng Yu wanted to go, the situation he would face next would be very dangerous. It could be said that he would have a slim chance of survival.    

However, if he did not go there, he did not know if he would be able to see the circular arc of light the next time he came.    

Because he had been constantly observing his surroundings previously. He was sure that there wasn't that circular arc of light at that time.    

This meant that this arc of light would be covered by these flames, and the next time he came, it would be very difficult to find it again.    

Go, or not?    

Meng Yu fell into a short dilemma.    

If he didn't go, he might never be able to find this circular arc of light again.    

Perhaps Tang Rou was waiting for him inside.