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Lei Zhenzi flies fast.

With its wings spread wide, the wind and thunder were slower than Dijiang's teleportation, but still quite frightening.

He carried two little dumplings, Lin Shuang and Lin Yan, on his back.

Lin Shuang was tied to the left side of Lei Zhenzi's back with a small bib woven from ice silkworm silk by Chang'e. The little girl was quiet and would occasionally blow a bubble.

After the bubble flew away, it turned into a small ice flower, which fell onto Lei Zhenzi's wing with a thud, freezing into a small patch of white frost.

Lin Yan was on the right, wrapped in three layers of fireproof cloth by Nüba.

This kid is restless; his little hands keep scratching and clawing at Lei Zhenzi's back.

Each scratch leaves a small, charred handprint.

Lei Zhenzi grimaced in pain, but dared not speak.

Last time, he complained, and Lin Wu overheard him and almost got shot.

"The Seventh Young Master said that my younger siblings' affairs are my affairs. If they want to ride on me, that's giving me face."

Lei Zhenzi silently comforted himself.

The children of my adoptive father's family are not to be trifled with.

After flying for about 15 minutes, Lei Zhenzi could see the edge of the Nine Provinces Barrier.

From afar, he could feel a scorching heat emanating from outside the barrier.

The heat was somewhat similar to the True Fire of the Sun on Lin Yang's body, but it was even more vicious, with a pungent, fishy smell.

Lei Zhenzi slowed down and approached cautiously.

At the westernmost edge of the barrier, a sea of ​​fire is burning.

The flames were golden, unlike ordinary fire. They burned without smoke, but they scorched the ground until it cracked.

In the center of the inferno, Deng Chanyu led a dozen or so of her personal guards who had not been burned in a desperate struggle.

She kept shooting arrows outward with the Falling Star Bow. The merit power on the arrows struck the flames, temporarily clearing a small space.

But the sun's scorching fire was too stubborn; it would be extinguished and then reignite, only to be extinguished again.

Outside the barrier, Lu Ya sat cross-legged in mid-air.

His right hand held the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, while his left hand formed a hand seal.

He didn't rush to make the second cut.

He is waiting.

He was waiting for the sun's scorching heat to completely wear away Deng Chanyu's defenses.

Then deliver the fatal blow.

"Your husband is amazing."

Lu Ya spoke to Deng Chanyu inside the barrier, his voice not loud but very clear.

"He was very powerful when he killed my nine older brothers."

"But he's not here today."

"You will die here."

Deng Chanyu fired another arrow, panting heavily as she cursed, "You talk too much! If you've got the guts, come in! What kind of hero hides outside!"

Lu Ya was not angry.

His expression was eerily calm.

After his nine older brothers died, he was no longer angry.

All he felt was hatred.

Hatred for Lin Xuan.

Hatred for the witch clan.

Hatred for this unfair prehistoric world.

After Zhunti rescued him, she gave him the Dharma name "Mahavairocana Tathagata" and had him practice in the Western Paradise.

But Lu Ya knew in his heart that Zhunti was not a good person; he just wanted to use his hatred as a weapon.

But he doesn't care.

He was willing to be anyone's weapon as long as he could kill those around Lin Xuan and let Lin Xuan experience the pain of losing loved ones.

"Burn it a little longer," Lu Ya muttered to himself. "Burn it until she can't even hold the bow steady, then I'll make my move."

Just then, he sensed a strange fluctuation coming from the void behind him.

One cold and one hot, intertwined.

Lu Ya suddenly turned his head.

He saw a winged boy flying out of the barrier.

The boy had two babies strapped to his back.

A body emanating a chilling, icy blue aura.

A creature engulfed in purple flames.

Lu Ya frowned.

"What is this?"

Lei Zhenzi stopped a hundred feet away from Lu Ya.

He shouted, "Hey! You bald guy! My godfather said your package has arrived—two little devils have been delivered to you! Sign for it!"

Lu Ya: "..."

He looked at the two infants on Lei Zhenzi's back who couldn't even walk yet, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"Sending two little kids to deal with me? Is Lin Xuan crazy or does he look down on me?"

Lei Zhenzi chuckled: "I suggest you don't underestimate them. The last person who underestimated them is now buried with grass growing three feet tall."