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Leng Fei lowered her head to look at herself. At this moment, she seemed to have been fished out of the water, covered in sweat. Wasn't the fragrance very strong? He actually didn't mind and felt a tinge of joy in his heart.

"Use your Essence to resist the heat." Di Wuxiang suddenly said.

Leng Fei nodded, secretly circulating his Essence within his body. Indeed, that unbearable burning sensation had been reduced by quite a bit.

Leng Feishuang frowned as he looked around. She hadn't seen anything alive for so long, except of course for the Blue Lotus Tree.

Just as Leng Wufei was thinking this, he heard a hissing sound. Just as he was about to ask Di Wuxiang, Di Wuxiang flew up and stood on top of the rocks.

Looking down from above, they saw that not far away from the place where Leng Fei and the others were previously at, a large group of red 'snakes' were squirming forward.

Leng Fei felt her scalp go numb. She had just thought of inanimate things, but now they had suddenly appeared. There were still so many of them. She was going to die even if she didn't have any fear attacks.

Di Wuxiang formed a hand seal with one hand, and a transparent barrier appeared between the two of them.

"Don't make any sound, they are many times more difficult to deal with than the blue tree," Di Wuxiang transmitted to Leng Feidi.

Leng Fei's body was completely stiff, and he did not even dare to breathe loudly. Just what in the world was going on?

Finally, the red serpents left. Leng Feishuang heaved a sigh of relief. Forget about the treasures here, there were still many dangers.

Leng Fei's pair of eyes looked towards Di Wuxiang, but he was looking behind Di Wuxiang. "Xiang Xiang, what is that place?"

Di Wuxiang turned her head and narrowed her eyes. "That should be because …"

In the shrine, Leng Fei's eyes lit up. Wouldn't that be another treasure? No matter what, he was still a god.

Looking at the look in Leng Fei's eyes, Di Wuxiang could only helplessly smile, "Let's go."

They didn't seem to be far from the Flame God Hall, but the two of them walked for nearly two hours.

Outside of the exhibition hall, Leng Feishuang looked to be about 20 to 30 stories tall. There was a sign of fire on the door in front of them, and there was a bead of fire on it.

Di Wuxiang looked at it for a moment, then stepped forward and forcefully pushed the door open, "Let's go. There are no problems at the moment."

Leng Feishuang followed closely behind Di Wuxiang. Originally, they thought that it would be very dark inside and there would also be a lot of dust inside. However, what surprised them was that there seemed to be someone living inside and the floor was spotless.

There were six huge pillars inside the hall, divided into two sides. There were three pillars on one side, and a long passageway was right in the middle. The floor was very smooth and could be used as a mirror.

Leng Feishuang and Di Wuxiang walked inside, appearing extremely insignificant. The shadows of the two of them were reflected on the ground.

After walking for half a day, Leng Feishuang was somewhat disappointed. "The shrine? Other than the six pillars, there's nothing else. This ancient deity is truly poor."

"Insolent girl, you actually said this god is poor?" As soon as Leng Feishuang's flowery voice fell, a slightly angry old voice rang out in the spacious hall.

Leng Fei became alert, could it be that there was someone else here?

"It's nothing, it's just a wisp of divine sense left behind by the Fire God before he fell," Di Wuxiang said indifferently.

Leng Feishuang heaved a sigh of relief.

"Hehe! This child knows quite a lot. He even knows about this goddess' spiritual sense!" The voice rang out again.

The corner of Leng Fei's mouth twitched. She would accept being called a little kid, but a little kid like Di Wuxiang was a little bit strange. After all, she was an old monster that had lived for more than a thousand years.

"Hierarch, I've never seen such a poor Hierarch," Leng Feishuang muttered.

"You little girl, where is this sovereign poor?" The voice was slightly angry.

Leng Fei Duo did not give up, knowing that it was because of his spiritual sense that his courage had increased by a few degrees, "Is it not so? Other than a few pillars, you don't have anything else. Aren't you still poor?"

"Alright, alright. This sovereign will let you experience what it means to be rich today!" That voice was extremely angry.

A red light flashed before their eyes as Leng Feishuang and Di Wuxiang disappeared from the great hall.

Leng Feishuang only felt that everything in front of him distorted, and the surrounding scenery changed. However, everything around them caused Leng Feishuang to be completely dumbfounded.

"How is it? Do you know how rich this sovereign is now?" The voice was filled with pride.

Leng Fei nodded her head, only to see piles of gold and all kinds of exquisite items made of gold lying on the ground. Leng Fei could only think about how dazzling this gold was, it was so dazzling that it blinded her eyes.

"Hierarch, you're rich!" Leng Feishuang wasn't stingy at all.

"That's true. This sovereign has a hobby of collecting the purest gold in the world," the God of Flames said proudly. Her tone was filled with pride.

"But …" Leng Fei was at a loss for words.

"But what?" the Flame God asked.

"But why would a god need so much gold? There's nowhere to use it."

"This Hierarch said, this is a hobby, a hobby!" The Flame God emphasized again.

Di Wuxiang watched Leng Feibiao and the God of Flame interacting with each other with great interest. He didn't want to tell Shuangshuang that even a wisp of the Ancient God's soul consciousness could easily destroy them.

Suddenly, Leng Feishuang saw a table made of gold at the very front of the pile of gold. There was only one box on the table, and her intuition told her that there was something good inside.

As he spoke, he drew the attention of the Flame God and approached the box.

As they got closer, Leng Feishuang finally saw clearly that the box itself gave her a very ancient aura, and on the box, there were carvings of the flame patterns on the door before they came in.

At this moment, Leng Fei had a trace of nervousness in his heart as he imagined the consequences of opening this box, as well as what was inside.

"Hierarch, can we discuss this?" Leng Fei said with a smile.

"What discussion?" The Flame God had a bad premonition. After the exchange just now, he'd discovered that this little girl was rather crafty.

"Hierarch, you're only a strand of consciousness right now. These treasures will be useless here. Why don't you give them to me?" Leng Fei said this with apprehension.

The Flame God was silent for a moment. "This sovereign found out that it was really chatting with a little girl like you. How about this, this sovereign will allow you to take one with you."

"You're not allowed to go back on your words!" Leng Fei was overjoyed.

"This sovereign is the God of Flames, how can I go back on my word?" The God of Flame seemed to have heard something inconceivable.

"Alright, then I'll take it." Leng Fei pointed at the table made of gold in front of him, and with that, he put the table into his space and took the ancient box into his arms.