The door of life and the door of death, Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun each entered one of them, and then they were no longer seen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The four spirits successfully prevented the two mirrors from sealing the door because they were facing each other, and kept the way out for those who entered the door of death. The Withered Daoist then used the Flowing Fire to track down and find out the whereabouts of the two.

At this time, the four spirits realized that from the beginning, they had misjudged that Nangong Xiang did not imprison the caracal into the door of life at all, but pushed him into the door of death.

The word "death" on the door of death hit the brains of the four people like a heavy hammer, and the pain was so painful that they almost fell into the air. If Jiang Nanjun has found him again, the two should search for a way out together, instead of standing still somewhere.

Stillness, what does it mean?

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After Ling Xuanluo drilled into the Shengmen Mirror, he rushed forward non-stop.

But in this virtual realm, the mountains and rivers are beautiful everywhere, and the scenery is pleasant, but wherever the line of sight can reach, what you see is not the beautiful mountains and rivers, or the wide rivers, which is not at all like what he thought at the beginning, the kind of ghost gate where the bones of dead people can be seen everywhere, and a dark green fire will rise up after a few steps.

He was surprised by what he was looking at, and after a short time, he suddenly woke up to the fact that he had entered this door for a living, so Jiang Nanjun must have entered the door of death!

When he understood, he was as urgent as a fire, and he wanted to step back with one foot to support Jiang Nanjun, but as soon as he pulled his legs, he felt that his shoes were wet, and when he looked down, he stepped into a puddle of water.

"This ...... When did this water appear? Why didn't you come in? He shook his feet strangely, trying to continue wading back into the water, but when his feet were submerged in the water, they became so heavy that he couldn't lift them at all.

After a few more steps, something even stranger happened: the scenery that had once passed began to change as if commanded, the river changed direction and struck at him, and the mountains were superimposed on each other, and the path between the two mountains was hidden.

All these changes formed one barrier after another, blocking the way of retreat, and he was trapped in the chassis and could not take off, and soon it was difficult to move an inch, and he could no longer find the original way.

Forced to be helpless, he had to give up the plan to retreat and still go to the mountains. It's good, back forward, the foot strength comes back automatically, and the shoes are no longer wet, as if nothing had happened before. Those beautiful mountains and rivers in front of him, continue to coexist peacefully with him, and there is no hostility to feel any hostility.

It seems that here, whenever the road is crossed, it will be erased, and there will be no chance to turn back, otherwise the mountains and rivers of the past will turn into various forms of obstacles and block the way back.

In the face of this challenge, Ling Xuan Luo could have used the Pingyun Jue to cut off the water and open the way, but when his feet could not move, no matter how wide the road was, it would not help.

He was full of confusion, wondering why he couldn't exit the same way when he had entered the door of life? If you can only enter and not get out, what is the difference between the door of life and the door of death?

But after thinking about it calmly, he felt fortunate that in fact, no matter which door, the purpose of him and Jiang Nanjun breaking inside was to rescue the Son of Heaven.

Fortunately, there were heavy waters and mountain peaks blocking the way, so he didn't have a hot head and boldly withdrew. Otherwise, if the caracal is really here, won't it be a painful loss of the opportunity to save people? If he really makes such a mistake, I am afraid that he will disappoint everyone.

Anyway, he had no choice, so he gave up his plan to leave Shengmen, called out to "Mr. Yufeng", and quickly passed through the forests and rivers, hoping to see the familiar figure as soon as possible.

After searching for a long time, in this virtual realm, I didn't meet any living people, on the contrary, a mountain pass in front of me was full of shadows, and a door shadow appeared.

"Hey, there's another door?"

Where there is a door, there is hope, and when he sees it, he feels happy, and he can accept the lesson of being too impulsive just now, and he tries to think through everything.

Where he would enter after that door, he couldn't guess, but maybe it would lead to another world, and Mr. Feather Wind was there?

Motivated by this thought, he hurried over and was about to cross the mountain pass, when out of nowhere came a miserable cry that startled him to stop again.