The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 698 Expose!

Chapter 698 Expose!

Ling Hantian stood on the edge of the Flame Mountain, staring at the Flame Mountain. The body of the Flame Mountain was fiery red, just like a red-hot iron, and the scorching heat wave rushed towards it.

The entire Flame Mountain exudes an extremely scorching aura, which is obviously different from the ghost fire of the cold spirit mentioned by Thirteen Niangs, but standing outside the Flame Mountain, Ling Hantian feels the unusualness of this mountain.

Although this mountain is known as the Flaming Mountain, except for the rolling heat waves and boiling magma, there is no flame, at least on the surface.

This is purely a mountain with extremely high temperature, but where does the temperature of this mountain come from?
Ling Hantian closed his eyes, and his powerful perception penetrated towards the Flame Mountain.

The peripheral temperature of the Flame Mountain is not too high, but it is also relative. It is almost the limit that a half-step king-level powerhouse can bear. If it goes further inward for a distance of more than a hundred meters, I am afraid that even the top half-step king-level powerhouse can hardly bear it.

Ling Hantian's perception smoothly penetrated a distance of nearly [-] meters. At this time, Ling Hantian had to condense his perception into one strand, and at the same time increase the output of soul power, so that his perception would not be overwhelmed by the scorching heat of the Flame Mountain. melted.

And when the penetration distance exceeds 100 meters, Ling Hantian can clearly feel that the temperature has obviously jumped, probably below the king, it is difficult to resist this extremely high temperature, such a temperature, even a half-walker may melt .

"There is definitely something wrong with this flaming mountain!"

Ling Hantian frowned into a single word, and the power of the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness boiled like a sea, condensing into a golden sword of consciousness, which penetrated into the flames in front of him.

This time, Ling Hantian's perception penetrated into about 100 meters again, and the air here has completely changed, showing ripples like water patterns.

Ling Hantian's consciousness gradually melted in the scorching heat.

"Hey, kid, do you want to find out what's going on in the flames?"

Bandituo's voice came, "To tell you the truth, this thief king has wandered around the Flame Mountain many times, but his perception can only go deep into about 150 meters, let alone go in."

"You went 150 meters deep?"

Hearing that Bandituo only went 150 meters deep, Ling Hantian went 200 meters deep, so the verdict was decided.

"Boy, what's your tone?"

Almost as soon as the voice of Robotuo fell, Ling Hantian felt a powerful aura sweeping towards this side.

"King! An extremely powerful king!"

Almost without any hesitation, Ling Hantian used the Nine Nether Souls hidden technique to the extreme in an instant, while Robotuo always maintained the appearance of a stone, half-sinked in the mud, and completely fell into dead silence.

The king's perception is like a surging tide, constantly spreading from a distance, not letting go of any space, flooding this piece of sky.

Such a powerful perception makes Ling Hantian's hairs stand on end. This is definitely a king above four stars, and his existence can be crushed to death with a snap of the fingers.

At this moment, Ling Hantian was extremely nervous. According to the king's perception speed, within a minute, the opponent's perception would spread around the Flame Mountain.

Under the careful perception of a four-star or higher king, Ling Hantian is not sure that he will not be discovered by the opponent, because the opponent's strength is too strong. Although the Thousand Illusionary Exquisite Technique is against the sky, it also has an upper limit.

Of course, this is mainly because Ling Hantian's strength is too low, and the power of the soul has not even reached the level of a one-star king.

"How to do?"

At this moment, Ling Hantian's brain was running rapidly, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind, but it was really too difficult to avoid the detection of a king with four stars or above.

"There are still 1000 meters left!"

The speed of the king's perception is not slow, but it is so careful that it is frightening. It almost scans every inch of space, not even a single flower or plant.

Cold sweat oozes from Ling Hantian's forehead, his hands are tightly clenched together, his knuckles are turning white.

Kings above four stars, as long as Ling Hantian is exposed, there is absolutely no power to resist, unless he uses the Nirvana Blood Thunder given by the mysterious person, but although this thing can kill kings below five stars.

But, not to mention how many stars the king is, even if he is blown to death, Ling Hantian will be completely exposed within 10 minutes after such a big commotion, and at that time, he will still be unable to escape. One dies.

"500 meters!"

The king's perception flooded in like a tide, making Ling Hantian's heart rise to his throat.

"There are still 100 meters left!"

In Ling Hantian's dark eyes, looking at the Flame Mountain in front, there was a look of determination.

"Fight!"

Without any further hesitation, Ling Hantian's body bowed into a full moon shape, and the wind and thunder exploded under his feet, like a bow and arrow off the string, and shot straight towards the Flame Mountain!

"Thief, you are indeed here!"

Almost as soon as Ling Hantian moved, there was a roar like thunder, echoing in the sky, the majesty of the king, enveloped the world in an instant, covering the sky and the sun, and the wind and clouds were agitated.

But at this moment, although Ling Hantian knew that he had been blamed, he dared to turn around. There was no way to explain this matter, and he rushed into the depths of the Flame Mountain in a sullen manner.

"Leave me!"

A king of the Yi tribe with all kinds of flair, stretched out his spike-like palm, and grabbed Ling Hantian who was rushing into the Flame Mountain.

The endless majesty of the king surged, and the power of the law condensed a palm, and grabbed Ling Hantian in the Flame Mountain.

However, Ling Hantian was determined to rush into the Flaming Mountain. If he was caught by the king of the Yi clan, his fate would be worse than entering the depths of the Flaming Mountain.

With a snap of his fingers, Ling Hantian had already rushed over 200 meters. The rippling heat wave pervaded every inch of space. Ling Hantian seemed to have rushed into the sea of ​​heat waves. The protective energy on his body melted like ice and snow, and even It melts faster than throwing ice and snow into magma.

Fortunately, the stellar energy in Ling Hantian's body is endless, but the temperature here is too high, the output speed of the stellar energy cannot catch up with the speed of consumption, his clothes were burnt out in an instant, revealing the armor.

At this moment, the terrifying power of law surged behind him, Ling Hantian gritted his teeth, accelerated suddenly, and rushed to the depths of the Flame Mountain again.

Although the king of the Yi tribe is powerful, the palm condensed by the power of law was quickly wiped out, but this was a blow from a high-ranking king after all. Although most of the power was wiped out, it still enveloped Ling Hantian.

"Damn, fight!"

If caught by this palm, then Ling Hantian might not be able to escape the king's hand. In an instant, a vortex of wind condensed from Ling Hantian's palm, and an endless storm erupted.

(End of this chapter)