Yi Feng laughed silently and said, "This is above the Ziyang Star, so it's naturally hot. This is still the case where the power of the Ziyang Star is restrained. Otherwise, even the Taoist Lord would turn into ashes in the blink of an eye."

"Wow, it's so comfortable! The breath here is so good!" After taking a deep breath like enjoyment, a large amount of hot energy suddenly surged into Jin Yan's body.

Looking down at the purple Yang Star that was rising in the fiery red mist, Chen Hua couldn't help but narrow his eyes. The entire purple Yang Star could hardly see the ground in the air, and was filled with fiery red mist. The fog was gathered out from pure flame energy, and its power was terrifying that the Daluo Golden Immortal could be steamed in it.

"The weapon refining conference is outside the Ziyang Hall on Ziyang Star, let's hurry over!" Yi Feng said as he decided to the right direction and flew forward sideways.

"Let's go!" Chen Hua and his group were all busy and followed.

Amid the howling sound of breaking through the air, flowing lights made the fiery red fog on the Ziyang Star churned, all gathering in one direction. On the way, you can sometimes see streaming lights flying past around, and those unconcealed powerful auras spread out, causing the surrounding fog to temporarily retreat.

The weapon refining conference on Ziyang Star obviously attracted a lot of popularity. The real Ziyang Star seemed to be boiling, a hundred times more popular than usual.

Ziyang Palace, the only palace building on Ziyang Star, is the place where the Qing Cultivation Master is dominated by Ziyang.

The huge Ziyang Palace is majestic and simple, like a ferocious beast lying there.

Outside the Ziyang Hall, on the huge square made of dark red ore, there was a thin fire-red mist, but now there was a rush of people, and the warm noise was even more intense and violent than the fire-red mist on the outside. The so-called buzzing voices are probably what it means.
Chapter completed!