As Xue Chenjing jumped into the furnace, the tentacles on the ground became redder and redder.

Through the clothes, Yu Yi could feel the tentacles wrapped around her body, which changed from sticky and cold at the beginning to warm, and gradually the temperature was higher than her body temperature.

These tentacles did not look good either. They squirmed restlessly, constantly secreting slippery mucus from the inside to lower their own temperature.

The mucus was slowly evaporated by the fire, and in the end, some of the smaller tentacles were even burned and curled up, with a sizzling sound, and the steaming water mist almost submerged the alcove.

The temperature in the tentacles continued to rise, and soon Yu Yi began to feel unbearable. If she didn't want to be wrapped in the tentacles and roasted, she had to find a way to escape.

Fortunately, these tentacles were burned from the inside out by the fire, and the moisture inside was rapidly lost. The tentacles shrank a circle, and they felt that they were almost cooked.

The force they had wrapped around her body was also much looser.

Yu Yi was wrapped in the tentacles. She closed her eyes and drew some spiritual energy from the hot air and injected it into her exhausted meridians.

The spiritual power in her body recovered a little. She silently recited the sword technique, and the green bamboo sword shone with sword light, and she broke free from the meat nest.

Afterwards, Yu Yi used her mind to control the Green Bamboo Sword, and pried open the half-cooked tentacles wrapped around her body one by one.

When she crawled out of the tentacle wrapping, she was almost exhausted, and the hot steam made it difficult for her to breathe.

The tentacles around her wanted to crawl over and entangle her, but she pushed them away. Yu Yi cut through the mist with a sword and ran towards the red-crowned crane.

"Brother He? Are you still alive?" Yu Yi pulled the red-crowned crane's drooping head.

Brother He opened his sharp beak, and it had been burned so much that it couldn't even scream.

Seeing that it was still alive, Yu Yi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took out a talisman from the storage bag and stuck it on the red-crowned crane.

The red-crowned crane shrank into a palm-sized bird under the talisman light and was put into her purse.

She packed Senior Brother He properly, stepped over the soft and squirming tentacles on the ground, and crawled to the edge of the quenching table. She

couldn't get out from above, and both the fire and the mist were suppressed in this concave basin by the talisman formation.

The concave basin was like a high-pressure pot. If she wasn't a cultivator in the Jindan stage and had the dual spiritual roots of thunder and fire, she would have been steamed long ago.

Yu Yi's body was flushed, her hair was wet and stuck to her face, and her skin was printed with circles of pressure marks from being bound by tentacles.

After finally climbing to the wall with the rune array carved on it, she leaned against the wall to rest for a while and began to grope for the exit.

After walking along the wall for a short circle, she finally touched a crack.

There was a stream of cold wind seeping in from the outside through this crack. She lay down in front of the crack, covered her mouth and nose with both hands, and took a few deep breaths, and finally she felt better. If the cold air from

outside could seep in, the fire inside could certainly escape from here.

The runes should have been tightly connected, but this trap array, which wanted to seal the fire inside the quenching table, should not have left such a thin crack.

This crack was obviously damaged by someone, and it is very likely that Xue Chenjing had entered the quenching table from here before.

Yu Yi rubbed along the crack for a long time, and finally touched a broken rune the size of a mosquito.

She condensed sword energy at her fingertips and pressed hard on the broken rune.

The wall shook violently, and a white light shot out from the rune, quickly outlining a square door shape on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the bricks inside the door quickly retreated to both sides, opening the door.

The cold air of early spring blew in her face, and Yu Yi shuddered comfortably. As the mist rushed out from behind her, she stepped out quickly.

As the mist lingered, her ankles suddenly tightened, and several red tentacles squeezed out of the mist, trying to wrap around her again.

Yu Yi quickly took two steps back and swung the sword to cut off the tentacles. The long sword turned a tricky angle in her hand to avoid the hard snake scales on the back of the tentacle. The sharp sword light burst out from the tip of the sword, and nailed a tentacles diagonally into the wall from the abdomen upwards.

The tentacles twitched violently, and the transparent mucus flowing out of the wound slid down the body of the green bamboo sword and flowed all over the ground.

Yu Yi looked at its end trembling in mid-air, the tip of the tentacle curled up, the originally translucent flesh had turned white, and the tip, about the length of a finger, was no longer covered with snake scales, emitting an aroma of roasted squid.

Yu Yi's stomach growled, and her empty stomach made a mournful sound.

She held down the sword tightly, nailing it there, and moved over to gnaw on the tip of the tentacle, biting it hard, but she didn't expect that she could actually take a bite.

"Bah, the meat is so tough, I can't chew it, and it tastes so bad." Yu Yi spat it out in disgust, flew back a dozen steps, waved her hand to recall the Green Bamboo Sword, and then turned around and ran away quickly.

The big tentacle fell to the ground, shuddered, wrapped up a small piece of meat that was spit on the ground, and quickly retracted into the door.

Yu Yi escaped from the quenching table, only to find that this place was actually on the top of a towering mountain. The concave quenching table really looked like the crater of the mountain.

The sound of swords in the mountain continued, and the chaotic sword light formed a light band like the Aurora Borealis in the sky.

Yu Yi couldn't move with the sword, so she could only run down the only staircase.

Because she broke a door in the originally sealed mountain pass, all the fire energy that was now suppressed in the quenching table flowed out through the door.

The heat flow collided with the cold air, and soon formed a circle of ring-shaped clouds on the top of the mountain.

Yu Yi took out two soft breads with meat in them from her storage bag, gave one to Senior Brother He, and ran down the mountain while eating.

She didn't want to care what would happen to Xue Chenjing, nor did she want to know who the young man who looked exactly like him was in the depths of his heart. Whether he had seized the body or traveled through time with the system, it had nothing to do with her.

The fate of the protagonist has always been ill-fated. She didn't want to be a despised little white flower heroine, nor did she want to have a happy ending with such a monster villain.

She just wanted to be a free passerby, practicing and enjoying the scenery in this world of cultivating immortals. When

Yu Yi played games before, she was always a single-player scenery player, and had no interest in monster-killing, leveling up, and forming CPs.

The heat flowed down the stairs, and the spirit swords on both sides of the wall hummed and trembled. As she ran down quickly, her fluttering skirt was hooked by a spirit sword on the wall, and Yu Yi grabbed the sword and pulled it out.

She was just doing it casually, and did not expect to pull out the spirit sword. After all, this kind of high-level spirit sword has always been very proud, and it will not be easily pulled out unless it tortures people to death.

Thinking back, she had suffered a lot in order to refine the Green Bamboo Sword in her hand.

However, what she didn't expect was that when she just pulled lightly on the sword, it loosened with a clang and flew out from the cliff.

Yu Yi paused and looked at the sword in her hand in surprise.

This sword is about two feet long and two fingers wide. It is a short sword.

It is snow-white all over, and the blade is frosty. After leaving the wall, the frost quickly covered the snow-white sword body, condensed into an ice scabbard, and gathered the cold air in the body into the sword body.

This is definitely a high-level sword.

Yu Yi hugged the Frost Sword, her dark eyes turned slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at the other slightly higher sword.

She measured the height with her eyes, half-bent her knees, and suddenly jumped up. Her lithe body swiftly leaped into the air, and she stretched out her hand to grasp the hilt of the sword.

Clang— the sword body tilted with the force of her fall, and she easily pulled it out again. Yu Yi looked at the two extremely well-behaved high-level spiritual swords in her hand, and her eyes became clear in an instant. Although the spiritual swords inserted diagonally on the two walls of the mountain road were not very dense, there were almost a dozen of them in the distance she ran down, and they were all high-level spiritual swords. If she picked them all up, even if she couldn't use them, she could sell them, and she wouldn't have to worry about the travel expenses in the future. Yu Yi touched the red-crowned crane in her purse, which had not yet recovered from the pain, and said excitedly, "Brother He, we've made a fortune!" She immediately took out a storage bag, emptied the unimportant items inside, and used it specifically to store the spiritual sword. Jumping up and down between the two walls to pull out the sword, Yu Yi's speed of descending was a little slower, but with so many high-level spiritual swords in hand, she was willing to be burned by the heat flow again. Yu Yi climbed to the top of the mountain wall, and when she pulled out a sword at the highest point, she looked down and suddenly saw two monks running up the straight mountain road. The two people, a man and a woman, did not even look at the humming swords on the walls, but rushed up quickly, obviously their destination was the tempering platform on the top of the mountain. Yu Yi squinted his eyes and looked for a while, and the two people were almost approaching. The female cultivator lagged behind a little, and patted her chest breathlessly, saying unwillingly: "Senior Brother, all the sword pressure on the sword-taking path has disappeared. The group of cultivators below will definitely take the opportunity to take the spirit swords away. Are we really going to leave them alone?" "I have already sent a message to Lishan, and our disciples will be here soon." The male cultivator walking in front turned around and stretched out his hand to her, "Yuxiu, the quenching table is vibrating, which makes these spirit swords unwilling to stay here. The most important thing now is the quenching table, and nothing else matters." Yao Yuxiu glanced at the spirit sword next to her, bit her lip, put her hand in his palm, and was supported by Pei Jingchao's waist as she continued to rush upwards. The long and narrow mountain path carried their voices into Yu Yi's ears. At the same time, she could also clearly see the silver bamboo leaf patterns reflecting on their bodies. There was only one person who could be called a senior brother by the Fairy Lishan Yuxiu, and the two of them behaved so intimately. Yu Yi secretly cursed that if she continued to go down, she would definitely encounter Pei Jingchao. Not to mention whether he still remembered that she buried him alive, just the accident at the quenching platform, she happened to go down from this only mountain path. It was obvious with her toes that the two would never let her go easily. The sword energy above her head was so chaotic that Yu Kong might be hacked to death by the chaotic swords. If she turned back, there was only one place to go, the quenching platform on the top of the mountain. There was a big squid being roasted inside. When Yu Yi was in a dilemma, Pei Jingchao suddenly looked up. His sharp eyes penetrated the mist surrounding the mountains and accurately captured the figure lying on the cliff with a sword. "Who is it!" His thin lips opened and closed, and his voice with spiritual power rumbled into Yu Yi's ears. Yu Yi's ears buzzed and her chest ached. She almost vomited blood. She pulled out the spiritual sword on the cliff, turned around and fell, and ran up with all her strength. Who cares? They can't escape anyway, so it's easier to fish in troubled waters by putting them together. I hope Xue Chenjing can hold on and not roast himself completely. ... Inside the quenching table. Xue Chenjing finally entered the core of the furnace and saw the still white flame in the center. Although his flesh and blood were burned red, he was not actually injured. After all, this ball of true fire was taken out of his body, and he was just taking it back. "Three thousand years have passed, and there is still some divine power left." Xue Chenjing approached the white flame. As he approached, the white flame jumped violently, as if it couldn't wait to return to him. However, Xue Chenjing was a little disgusted. He hated the divine power left in this flame and said in annoyance: "If I take you back directly, it will only increase his strength." He finally imprisoned that idiot and seized control of this body. There is no way he can give him a chance to turn over. He couldn't even protect the three fires in his body, making this body so weak that it was basically useless. Xue Chenjing took a deep breath and cut his wrist. Blood flowed along the wound, dripping into lines and falling vertically to his feet. The blood flowed and condensed into a formation. After the formation was formed, he immediately covered the wound on his wrist. When he released it again, the wound had healed. The pain disappeared, and Xue Chenjing's pursed lips relaxed. Groups of black mist surged out of the formation, and under the guidance of his fingers, they surrounded the flames. The white flames were turbulent even more violently, refusing to be contaminated by the devil's breath. Xue Chenjing completely ignored its struggle and urged more black mist to surge out, like layers of curtains, covering the flames and making them weaker. The magic breath and the divine power in the white flame competed with each other and consumed each other. This true fire had been sealed in the quenching platform for three thousand years and was used by people to refine weapons. The divine power in the fire was melted into countless weapons. Now only one ten-thousandth of the original power remained in the true fire. Even the owner of this divine power was imprisoned by him, let alone such a tiny amount of divine power that was lingering. The endless magic breath quickly devoured the remaining divine power in the white flame. Xue Chenjing then stretched out his hand with satisfaction, took the "cleansed" true fire into his palm, and pressed it into his sea of ​​qi under his groin. The fire in the sea of ​​qi returned to its place, and the warm current flowed from his abdomen into his limbs and bones, melting his frozen bones and blood. Xue Chenjing felt the long-lost warmth, sighed comfortably, and even the corners of his eyes flushed.

The true fire was extinguished, and the fire in the furnace quickly dissipated. The flowing magma and molten iron gradually solidified.

A thick tentacle stretched in from above, rolled up Xue Chenjing and lifted him out of the furnace.

The tentacles on the ground came back to life, gradually cooled and restored to a translucent texture, and only occasionally flowed the golden light of snake scales when they squirmed.

The tentacles clustered around him, and Xue Chenjing squinted his eyes and lay in the bed of flesh built by the tentacles, slowly feeling his body gradually warming up.

A tentacle crawled in front of him and kept entwining on the back of Xue Chenjing's hand.

He finally got a little annoyed, his long eyelashes slightly raised, a narrow slit appeared, and he glanced at the restless tentacle, "What's wrong?" The tentacle

suddenly stood up, leaned over to show him the tooth marks on its head, and the mucus secreted from the wound dripped wetly, like it was full of tears.

——It was bitten, and a large piece of meat was bitten off, and the person who bit it still complained that it was not delicious!

Xue Chenjing was in the furnace just now, and his attention was not on these tentacles. Now that he was complained by this tentacle, he received the information transmitted by the tentacle and saw the scene at that time.

Very good, it’s fine to bite him, but he even scolded him for his unpalatable meat!

Xue Chenjing lazily reached out his hand and pulled the tentacle into his arms. His fingertips repeatedly rubbed the tooth marks, and his hands were covered with shiny mucus. He said resentfully, "I will bite you back sooner or later." He

also wanted to eat her cleanly, mouthful by mouthful. I guess her flesh must be very tender and juicy.

The system helplessly reminded him, "Master, this is a sweet love story, not a gourmet story."