The road under their feet led to Sanya's heart, and the two talked as they walked, not feeling how long the road was. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The task ahead was extremely difficult, but Caracal told Jiang Nanjun that the time they could use to carry out the task was only three quarters of an hour.

Jiang Nanjun didn't care how big the risk was about to face, if this task was carried out by him alone, like destroying the Heavenly Instrument, he would definitely move forward bravely without any flinching.

But this time, he hesitated again and again, and all his worries stemmed from his concern for the caracal. The current caracal is no longer a demon king, but a ghost that locks and returns to peace. His Demon King Fire Talisman had been removed, and the Heaven Destroying Spell had disappeared, meaning that he no longer had any kung fu that could be used for self-defense.

He waved his hand and smiled generously: "Big brother, this is a little bit of a little brother." Although I can't use my skills and kung fu, I can walk and jump and move freely, almost like a normal person. In the execution of the task, with the cooperation of your good big brother, how can I have any worries about the future? There is a saying, since ancient times, who has not died in life? If I can use the last bit of strength to exterminate the evil people and help the world, I will truly die without regrets!"

Worried and worried, Jiang Nanjun couldn't find a reason to stop him, let alone ignore the safety of the entire Condor Alliance, and couldn't answer for a while.

In order to reach their destination as soon as possible, Caracal simply gave up walking, reciting the trick of his heart, so that the only road left in the dragon tooth mirror, Sanya's "heart" road, hung in the air, carrying them forward, of course, not running like crazy as in the past.

After a short time, the white path stopped, and Sven let them go to the ground, and ran again without knowing where they had retreated.

This is the arrow path in the vast path, Jiang Nanjun has heard people mention it many times, and today he finally saw it with his own eyes, but he didn't have the opportunity to taste it, and he didn't feel a little regretful.

After standing still, the two looked around and saw that they had entered a large, oval room without pushing the door.

As soon as they raised their eyes, their eyeballs were stimulated, and when they got used to it, they looked at them again, and what stimulated them was the walls that were as bright red as blood.

The blood was cold and glowing, and there was not a trace of heat in the room. If it is said that the fairy spirit mound is cold, the forest cold here is only stronger than the fairy mound.

Jiang Nanjun was so cold that he shivered, and secretly used his internal strength to keep out the cold, but the mortal body, after all, was no match for the otherworldly monster room, so he unconsciously hugged his arms.

He looked up and saw that the roof was beamless, only a cloud of cotton wool, blood-red, floating void above his head.

The strangest thing is that between the gaps in the blood cloud, there seem to be several colored lights. No matter how the blood cloud flowed, the light points were still and unchanged, only condensing the dazzling cold light of the five colors of red, white, orange, green, and purple into five beams, and when they were about to shoot to the ground, they gathered together again, projecting a white dot in the center of the floor that resembled a ghost's eye, but did not blink.

The roof couldn't reach it, Jiang Nanjun kicked the floor lightly, and felt a softness under his feet, as if he had stepped on a thick blanket. With a little more force, it can even bounce up.

He looked down curiously, and almost screamed in surprise when he saw it, it turned out that the floor of this room was the same as the ceiling, and the "material" was the same as the cotton wool-shaped blood cloud.

He didn't alarm the caracal, and quietly looked at the five-colored beam, only to find that the glare on the top was just an illusion, and all the light came from the wall, dots after dots.

Regardless of the color of the light, it is emitted by dots, shot upwards into the blood cloud, concentrated, and then refracted from the cloud to the ground, which is why those so-called glare lights are fixed.

After figuring out the layout of the room, Jiang Nanjun thought sadly: "Those dark red dots on the wall, you don't need to ask, they are the key to the heart bolting method, the blood element has built the foundation."