C509 The Inheritance of the Wood Law in the Lava

Looking at the few people who passed through the stone wall, Zhao Xin finally understood that this was the Heterospatial Space. It was similar to the paradise in the Peach Blossom Source, but this place in front of him was like a sea of fire and hell.

What entered his eyes was a fiery red color. The boiling lava was boiling, and the high temperature was roasting it