Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Dream, although my uncle has lost a lot of memory, he still remembers that the degree of difficulty in this exercise is absolutely extraordinary. If you try to learn it in this month, it is simply a Impossible, meow!"

Black Cat said with great certainty.

"is it?"

There was a slight smile on Ye Fantian's face, but there was a deep sense of confidence in that noncommittal attitude, which made the black cat feel a strange feeling, as if Ye Fantian could really be together. The flame god armor was cultivated in a month's time.

Shaking the cat's head violently, the black cat said to itself confidently:

"This is absolutely impossible, meow, impossible..."

Ye Fantian didn't speak any more, and although he was confident in his heart, the tyranny of the Yanyan Divine Armor was really beyond his imagination, so it's useless to talk more, and cultivation is the right way.

Time passed slowly but silently like this. During this time, Ye Fantian's Yanyan Divine Armor was always in a low state. The degree of forming armor, and this power is pitifully small.

As for the black cat, it still led Ye Fantian all the way to kill, and the accumulation of energy became more terrifying as it went down, but what was extremely mysterious here was that there was no life at all.

Until the third floor of No.40! !

This is a vast space. Each floor of the 49th floor of Hell is strictly divided. The short one is about five or six thousand meters long, but the long one reaches the point of tens of thousands of miles.

However, the No.40 third floor has traveled through 10,000+ kilometers and still has not reached the end.

"Hoohoo... I'm so exhausted, meow..."

The black cat panted heavily, and the wings on its back were faintly changing. Obviously, the gathering of energy began to loosen gradually.

"Well... rest here for a while."

The black cat tore the stone wall with one claw and created a temporary living cave.

But his eyes were staring at Ye Fantian brightly.

Ye Fantian had already gotten used to this expression in the past few days. For a life who hadn't eaten food for an untold amount of time in these few days, even a piece of steamed bun was considered a delicacy.

There is nothing else in Ye Fantian's Nether Ring, but the food is quite sufficient.

Slowly took out a cauldron from the Nether Ring, and Ye Fantian started to ignite the bottom of the pot with the subsequent operation of the Yanyan God Armor, and then skillfully put the clear water and various ingredients into it.

He took out a large piece of dried meat again and stuffed it in.

After skillfully applying a layer of seasoning, Ye Fantian and the black cat began to wait quietly.

"Flame circulates, never dies, never dies, lives by fire, grows when encountering fire..."

Silently chanting the formula, Ye Fantian began to understand a little in his heart, and with the slight movement of his fingers, the flame at the bottom of the pot began to slowly transform.

chi chi chi...

The space seemed to be thrown into a stone, causing ripples.