At this moment, on the third floor of Tianyan Palace, two figures were crossing the lava river. They were Che Qingtian and Yan Lie.
A magical pagoda was floating above the two men's heads, burning with golden flames all over. It was the Qiankun Xuanhuo Pagoda. The pagoda emitted a layer of golden light curtain, isolating the surrounding hot flames.
Che Qingtian and Yan Lie's clothes were torn and half of their bodies were covered in blood, looking extremely miserable.
"Damn Wu Luo, she actually set up a magic array to plot against us. If I meet her again, I will make her suffer!" Yan Lie said hatefully.
Che Qingtian was not too excited. He made a gesture and shot out a white light, which sank into the Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower above his head.
When Yan Lie saw this scene, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
After Zhenren Wanshui died at the hands of Shen Luo, he was no match for Che Qingtian alone and was ordered around by him. The Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower was also snatched away by Che Qingtian for some sacrifices.
Yan Lie was angry but dared not say anything. He had already deeply regretted agreeing to join forces with Che Qingtian. Unfortunately, it was too late now. Most of the Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower was in the hands of the other party. Even if he deliberately violated the rules and teleported out, he would lose the pagoda. He had to silently swallow the bitter fruit he had sown before.
A golden light shot out from the bottom of the tower, rolling towards the golden flames in the magma river, taking it all away.
The restrictions in the tower rumbled, and after a few breaths, a golden light shot out from inside and split into two before being injected into the bodies of the two people.
The aura of the two men gradually grew stronger, and their magic power was soon completely restored.
"Fortunately, there is magma golden flame here, otherwise it would be really troublesome." Che Qingtian nodded and said.
"What should we do next?" Yan Lie asked, looking at the lava river.
"Let's go immediately. Wu Luo set a trap to delay us. He must have some plan. We must catch up with them as soon as possible!" Che Qingtian said decisively.
Yan Lie nodded in agreement, and the two of them moved forward quickly.
Time passes by little by little.
Nie Caizhu was still concentrating on refining the black ancient mirror, while Shen Luo was guarding her by the side.
The entire Dark City was so quiet that it made people feel a little uneasy. Although Shen Luo had already taken elixirs to regulate his breathing and basically replenished his magic power, he still felt a little uneasy.
The rule of this city is that you cannot stay in the dark, which gives people a subconscious feeling that danger may burst out from the darkness at any time, so that people have to keep their nerves tense at all times.
At this moment, strange waves suddenly came from the black stone platform on the altar, and something like rust began to peel off the surface of the black ancient mirror closely connected to it.
"Is the ritual completed?" Shen Luo was puzzled when his expression suddenly changed.
Behind the ruins outside the altar, a black shadow suddenly flashed out, and its speed was so fast that Shen Luo almost couldn't see it clearly.
His Netherworld Ghost Eyes had already started to work. His figure suddenly flashed and he instantly moved in front of Nie Caizhu. He flipped his wrist, tightly grasped the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick, and thrust it fiercely into the void in front of him.
There was a sharp "clang" sound, and a spark burst out in the void.
The black figure was knocked over by his stick, flipped in the air, landed on a broken wall, and looked at Shen Luo with his arms folded.
Shen Luo saw that it was a young man in a black robe, with two metal claws emitting a faint green light on his clasped hands. He looked at him with suspicion in his eyes.