Sauron and His Fellows (2)

Hundred Flowers heaved a sigh of relief on a small village road a hundred miles away. The corners of her mouth curled up. "Although this world's spells are limited, it's not a problem to deal with you little fellows. Let me see what this technique of the Hidden Energy Sect is."

Hundred Flowers opened the crimson gourd. In an instant, a scene that looked like a wizard's image appeared before her.

She seemed to have passed through a beautiful river and mountain, a dense and towering bamboo forest, and at the top of a cliff waterfall hanging upside down, there was an ordinary-looking straw hut.

A bearman swordsman was practicing his swordplay on the cliff.

His every move was natural, as if it matched the principle of the integration of Heaven and man in this world.

As he danced with his sword, the red elemental power that represented fire began to gather around his body and gradually fuse into his body and his sword.