For some reason, she found that Meng Bodu's eyes looking at Feng Du were getting colder and colder.

She guessed that this was probably the love-hate relationship between the beautiful nun and the rough bearded man...

Outsiders should not interfere.

The few of them shortened the distance to a fraction and still managed to travel the distance for nearly two and a half days.

Finally, at noon, they arrived outside the majestic Cang Yan Immortal City.

Ji Yao looked out from Bai Song's arms.

Above the city gate, there were a few large characters hanging in the air with dragons and phoenixes flying and flames constantly emitting - Cang Yan Xiancheng.

Looking down, the city gate made of black stone is ten meters high and is carved with various flame patterns.

The monks guarding the city gate all wore black robes.

They are all above the Golden Immortal level?

Looking closely, one can see that the cuffs and hems of their robes are embroidered with flaming flowers of varying sizes.

There was an endless stream of monks queuing up at the city gate to enter the city.

But everyone was very quiet, so quiet that one could faintly hear the sound of flowing water in the moat.

When Ji Yao heard the voice, he felt something was wrong.

Is this the sound of running water?

Pulling at Baisong's robe, the branch pointed in the direction of the moat.

Bo Song raised his eyes and looked at the line of people that looked like a long dragon.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a rattan chair engraved with her name and put it down, then slowly approached the moat with the alchemy furnace in his arms.

When Bai Song came closer, Ji Yao also understood.

The moat of this fairy city actually flows with magma...

Could it be that the word "Cang Yan" means fire from the sky?