At this moment, the three of them simultaneously felt a wave of burning waves coming from below, and said in unison: "Be careful!" They sped up their steps. Seven or eight pillars of fire shot up into the sky, and when they looked below, they saw more lava ghosts gathering!

Xie Lian said, “Feng Xin, give me Mu Qing!”

Feng Xin threw Mu Qing on his back without saying a word. Xie Lian put Mu Qing on his back and Mu Qing said, “Kill them quickly, they are so annoying!”

Feng Xin said, "Why do you need to say more!" He opened his bow and a chain of arrows shot out. The attack range of his weapon was much farther than Xie Lian and Feng Xin's random attack, and the red waves below were blown up and screamed. Xie Lian said, "Well done!"

Mu Qing said on his back: "It's okay!"

The vengeful spirits were filled with hatred, and after discussing for a while, they swam further ahead and worked together to spit fire upwards. After a few loud bangs, Xie Lian said, "They burned down a section of the bridge ahead. They want to cut off our path!"

Feng Xin cursed, "Fuck you! Why don't you just work together and hold hands together? Why do you have to hurt others? I don't think you will be able to come out of the magma in another eight thousand years!"

He raised his bow, and the lava ghosts dispersed again. Xie Lian said, “Stop cursing and get ready! I’m about to jump! One, two, three—!”

First, he gathered his strength to accelerate, then he counted his steps, and then he jumped up with his feet. Three figures flew into the air, crossed the gap in the bridge, landed on the other side, and continued to run. The bridge was originally used to "reach the sky", so of course it gradually rose in slope, but Xie Lian ran faster and faster, and he said, "It's been a long time since we three have been like this!"

Mu Qing asked, "Do you mean to fight side by side like this, or to run for our lives together?"

Xie Lian said, “All of them!”

Feng Xin: "It happens all the time!"

Xie Lian: “Really?”

However, when some things are said and when they are not said, the state of mind is completely different. Xie Lian laughed twice, and kept observing the surroundings. He still didn't see a trace of red shadow. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and said: "Sanlang!"

His call echoed in the vast, empty underground cave, but no one answered. Xie Lian's lips were dry, so he licked them. Mu Qing, who was standing behind him, watched him looking around. After a moment of silence, he said, "Your Highness, do you really like him?"

“…”

Xie Lian had not expected him to ask this out of the blue. “Ah. Ah? …Ah.”

Although he looked confused, his ears slowly turned red. Seeing his expression, Mu Qing was speechless. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I didn't mean to scare you, but I have to remind you, have you ever thought... maybe only the two of us were teleported to the bridge, and Xueyu Tanhua... wasn't?"

Feng Xin said: "You are talking nonsense. Since there are only two of you here, he must have been teleported to another place..."

At this point, he finally realized what Mu Qing meant. He didn't mean that Hua Cheng was teleported to another place, but that... maybe Hua Cheng fell into the magma pool.

Xie Lian licked his lips and said, “How is this possible?”

Mu Qing said, "Don't think it's impossible. It's true that Xueyu Tanhua is the Ghost King of Despair, but so is Bai Wuxiang. Moreover, he is the first generation Ghost King of Despair, the master of Tonglu Mountain. This is his territory and his home ground with the strongest magic power."

Feng Xin glared at Mu Qing and scolded, "Shut up! What's wrong with you? Can't you say something nice at this time? He is the Blood Rain Scholar!" Mu Qing really stopped talking, but still explained, "I just think we have to consider what to do if this is the case."

Xie Lian saw the unusually bright red spot on Hua Cheng's pale palm. He didn't know what to say. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped. Feng Xin almost bumped into him from behind and asked, "What's wrong?!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized there was no need to ask.

In front of me, the air was filled with countless silver lights, like stars twinkling in the sky. It was as if someone had knocked over a treasure box filled with silver powder in the sky.

Xie Lian put Mu Qing aside and walked forward. He reached out his hand and gently touched a slightly larger piece of silver light in the air. After touching it, he pinched it in his hand and slowly brought it to his eyes.

The other two also came forward to take a look, and Feng Xin said: "This, this is..."

Mu Qing said it directly: "The... fragments of the dead butterfly?"

Perhaps because he thought he was too direct, Feng Xin glared at him again. Xie Lian's hand trembled slightly, and he grasped the butterfly wing that was emitting a faint silver light, and exhaled.

Feng Xin scratched his head and said, "Look at it from a positive perspective. At least he didn't really fall into the lava pool. He must have been here before, right?"

Mu Qing pointed to the side and said, "Then he had a fight with someone here. It was a big one."

Xie Lian looked in the direction he pointed and widened his eyes slightly.

There were countless horrifying knife and sword marks on the rocks in all directions.

That is the knife mark of fate.

Every strike of the knife pierced into the bone. Xie Lian had seen Hua Cheng use a knife before, but his style was always relaxed and carefree. Rather than using a weapon, it would be better to say that he was playing with the knife. These knife marks were full of murderous intent. It was conceivable how powerful the person he was fighting was, and how dangerous this battle was.

Without saying a word, he lay down and looked around. There was no sign of falling on the bridge, and there were no cheering ghosts gathered under the bridge. He felt relieved, got up again and ran forward. Feng Xin carried Mu Qing on his back and chased after him, saying, "Your Highness!"

Xie Lian held his breath. He didn’t want to hear his own rapid and unsteady breathing. Disordered breathing is a taboo for martial artists. It not only increases the burden on the body, but also disrupts the rhythm of the heart. But holding his breath was useless. His hands and feet were trembling. He even twisted his foot while running and almost fell and rolled off the bridge. Feng Xin and Mu Qing both shouted, asking him to be careful. Suddenly, Xie Lian asked, “What’s that sound?”

Xie Lian stopped again and turned back to ask, “Did you hear anything? Was there any sound?”

Feng Xin and Mu Qing both said, "Yes! Yes!"

It was the sound of weapons clashing and magic power bombarding. The bridge connecting the sky bridge was trembling faintly. In the darkness ahead, there was a flickering light.

Someone is fighting ahead!

Xie Lian rolled and crawled forward. Feng Xin behind him murmured, "Oh my god, may the gods and Buddhas bless me and hope it's the Blood Rain Scholar, otherwise he'll probably go crazy!"

Mu Qing said, "Stop talking nonsense. Even if there are gods and Buddhas in the sky, they can't protect us. Hurry up and catch up! Look at the way he is stumbling when he runs. Don't let him fall down before he even sees him!"

Xie Lian forgot to hold his breath and just ran for five or six miles listening to his own disordered breathing. He turned a few huge bends, and finally, after turning the last bend, the scene in front of him suddenly became bright.

At the end of the suspended Tongtian Bridge, a man in red and a man in white were fighting fiercely.

The man in red was holding a slender silver scimitar, his figure was ghostly, appearing and disappearing like lightning, it was Hua Cheng. He stopped smiling, his eyes were focused, his expression was stern, a bright red bloodstain on his handsome pale cheek, adding three points of brightness to the sternness. The man in white was naturally Bai Wuxiang, holding a long sword that he got from nowhere, his face was still a half-crying, half-smiling face. However, the mask was not the same as the one Xie Lian had seen before.

It split down the middle.

The crack was so huge that it could not be ignored. It stretched from the center of the forehead to the cheek under the eyes, as if it would collapse at any time!

Both of them were able to move as soon as they touched the target. Their demonic energy surged into the sky, and their attacks were as powerful as a thousand pounds, with force piercing the sky. The sword energy and knife winds were flying wildly, and the undead butterflies above and the lava ghosts below were also confronting each other, whistling at each other like a tidal wave. Every time they fought, the lava pool exploded with several feet of raging waves, and no one else could get close at all!

Feng Xin and Mu Qing followed, and were so shocked by the scene that their feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

There is no martial god who would not be thrilled upon seeing such a battle scene!

Upon seeing Hua Cheng safe and sound, Xie Lian’s heart finally settled down. He wanted to lie down on the ground and scream, but he forced himself to hold it in. When masters fight, the outcome can be decided in a split second. Moreover, this was a battle between two desperate ghost kings in the world!

There was a figure standing far behind Bai Wuxiang. It was the Imperial Master. He was brought here by Bai Wuxiang. He was relieved to see Xie Lian and the others coming, but he didn't dare to speak rashly. Unexpectedly, Hua Cheng had already noticed the arrival of the people. His frosty and focused expression melted slightly, and he finally smiled and said, "It seems that you have failed again. The prince is here. He brought all the people with him, and none of them are missing."

Xie Lian couldn’t help himself and shouted, “San Lang!”

Hua Cheng tilted his head slightly and replied, "Brother." After that, his tone turned to warning, "Brother, if you make yourself fall down again next time, I will be angry."

Xie Lian also said, “If you jump in with me next time, I’ll be even angrier!”

"..." Hearing this, Hua Cheng's expression froze for a moment, as if Xie Lian's words really made him wary. However, he did not show this fearful expression when he faced Bai Wuxiang directly. Bai Wuxiang rushed forward and hit Hua Cheng, but he said to Xie Lian: "Xianle, are you two too proud of yourself and don't take me seriously at all?"

The eye on the handle of the Evil Spirit Blade caught sight of Xie Lian and began to spin wildly. Hua Cheng blocked it with his backhand and Xie Lian heard a “ding!” and his heart sank.