Because of his anger, Kunsang used all the potential of his body and struggled desperately to get up.

His ears, nose, mouth, and tongue were oozed blood, and his face was distorted by anger, making him look particularly hideous.

There was an extra jade talisman in his hand, and although there was some reluctance in his eyes, he still gritted his teeth, and the jade talisman turned into a white light, which disappeared into his body at once.

The aura on his body continued to rise, and the coercion on his body became stronger and stronger, and he soon broke through the extreme of the golden pill, exuding an aura that only the Holy Fetus had.

Then the body moved, and the weight on his body seemed to disappear most of it, and he arrived in front of Chao Tian in two steps, kicked out, carrying some kind of rules, and went straight to Chao Tian's chest.

Chao Tian obviously didn't expect Kunsang to make a sudden move, and he would never have thought that a fart would attract such a fierce revenge.

He didn't rush to dodge, and he couldn't dodge, because Kunsang's foot seemed to be slow, but it broke through the limit of space, and there was a kind of coercion that made people's hearts tremble, like an ant facing Tianwei, which made people unable to have the slightest will to resist.

At the critical moment, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of Chao Tian, and a small bronze bell appeared, becoming bigger and bigger, enveloping him in an instant.

The bronze bell was engraved with different inscriptions, emitting bursts of golden light, and faintly, there seemed to be countless monks and nuns chanting.

Then, a burst of "dangdangdang" bells rang, and the surrounding time rang with the bells, and a "bell does not sound in the ear, and the morning sun does not come out of the clouds" artistic conception, accompanied by a huge sound wave, collided with Kunsang's feet.

The tremendous force spread, making the air around it heavier.

The rules in the square suddenly became chaotic, the air was like two dark clouds of different attributes colliding together, a huge thunder roared, and then white light slashed towards the top of everyone's heads.

The calamity of innocence will bring calamity to all.

Tang Bai sensed the crisis, he condensed the Yongquan Cave, and connected it with the earth here, and he could feel the slightest change in this square.

At this time, Tang Bai dared to hide his clumsiness, took a step and ran quickly, not being suppressed by the gravity of the square at all, and surpassed everyone in the blink of an eye.

Until the tower in the center of the square, and then through a strange space, the gravity and rules around it disappeared, and a thick copper door appeared in front of you.

The bronze door is three zhang high and two zhang wide, and there are sixty-four fist-sized nails nailed on it, and the door knocker is engraved with strange patterns.

The pitch-black chain passed through the door knocker, and a huge copper lock seemed to be the owner going out, preventing theft and thieves.

Tang Bai frowned, and finally ran to the bottom of the tower, but he encountered this kind of thing.

He looked back at the square, only to see countless lightning strikes, and the square was like a huge magnetic field, flashing with electric light.

In the lightning, a white-shirted young man, with the long sword in his hand, slashed out a huge sword qi, which constantly collided with the lightning.

The white-shirted boy was constantly slashed by lightning, but soon stood up again, and then continued to draw his sword and continue to move forward, as if as long as life did not end, he would not take half a step back.

Tang Bai couldn't help but be shocked, who was this young man? There was someone with such a tenacious heart, such a history of suffering, and such a dense power of heaven and earth, even if the Holy Fetus Old Monster came, he would not dare to fight hard.

The white-shirted boy had more and more injuries on his body, and blood soon stained his white shirt.

Blood seems to have become his baptism, and his fighting spirit has become stronger and stronger, like a mountain in a storm, the power of his swordsmanship is getting stronger and stronger, and with each sword, his swordsmanship can reach a new realm.

Tang Bai had never seen such a strong, so persistent person, such a terrifying and enlightened cultivator. Although Tang Bai never thinks that he is smarter than others, he never admits that others are better than him, and he has a kind of pride from his soul in his bones.

But here and now, he has to admit that this teenager is better than himself in any point.

It's a unique charm.

Tang Bai withdrew his gaze, he was afraid that if he looked at it for a long time, he would shake his self-confidence.

Tang Bai has always been very confident, and there is a pride in his bones that surpasses all living beings.

Perhaps he is ordinary to many people in this world, but Tang Bai does not think so, because he not only belongs to this world, but he also carries the pride of another world.

Although that world only gives him indifference, it is also where he belongs in his heart, and his roots are always in that world.

Tang Bai took out the Fire Spirit Sword he had purchased from outside the Yin Spirit Mountain Range, and Zhenyuan instigated, and slashed the iron rope with a sword.

Listening only to the sound of 'clanging', there was not even a trace on the pitch-black iron cable.

Tang Bai frowned, and then used all his strength, the fire spirit sword in his hand was like a red-hot soldering iron, and a fiery sword qi mixed with it, like a blood-red long arrow, slammed towards the big lock of the copper door.

This thorn, Tang Bai perfectly combined the sword intent of perception with the true element of cultivation, containing a kind of courage of 'Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, and was unsuccessful and became benevolent', he could feel the kind of wind and water cold, and the determination of the strong man to never return.

He seemed to have flown over the extreme root of space, passed through the shackles of time, and faced the invincible and powerful emperor, and stabbed the long sword in his hand without fear.

Perhaps because he was stimulated by the white-shirted boy, he felt that he had played a very perfect sword.

The sword didn't even make a sound, and the patterns on the copper lock scattered faint rays of light, forming a small light shield.

When the sword qi collides with the light mask, it is like two substances with opposite polarities, canceling each other out.

When Tang Bai's sword qi weakened, the light mask produced a strange swirling force, easily swinging Tang Bai's long sword away, making Tang Bai feel a sense of frustration slamming his fist into the air.

Tang Bai narrowed his eyes, suppressed his restless mood, put away his long sword, and had a giant tripod in his hand.

The tripod is divided into four legs, has three ears, the foot is more than two zhang high, and weighs thousands of catties; the thick tripod wall is black and green, it seems to be a very old artifact, and there are some flowers and trees carved on it.

Tang Bai had the patience to take a closer look at it at this time, he held his feet with both hands, used all his strength, and smashed towards the bronze door.

Listening to a loud 'boom', there was a ripple of the nails between the copper doors, and then a huge anti-shock force directly cracked the giant ding.

The huge force sent Tang Baizhen flying, and the tiger mouths of his arms were even more bloody.

As soon as Tang Bai got up, he heard a cold voice behind him, "What are you doing?"

Tang Bai turned his head, only to see an extremely indifferent face appear in front of him, this face did not look handsome at first glance, but it had a unique and charming masculine charm.

Cold, proud, tenacious, coupled with the blood stains of his white shirt and the long sword hanging on his back, it makes people feel that this person is chic and uninhibited, and he has a unique temperament that cannot be found in the world.

The person who came was the boy who dared to fight with lightning with a long sword.

Tang Bai didn't expect this young man to cross the square so quickly and appear in front of him.

He put away the giant tripod full of cracks, pointed to the copper lock on the copper door, and said, "It's useless to enter here, the door lock can't be opened, and you can't enter at all." ”

As soon as Tang Bai's words fell, he saw a long key appear in the hand of the young man in white, and the pattern on it was exactly the same as that on the copper lock.

Tang Bai opened his mouth, but finally closed his mouth.

The young man in white gently inserted the key into the copper lock, only to see the pattern on it flashing continuously, and then only heard a 'click', and the door lock opened naturally.

The young man in white took off the lock and chain and threw it aside; Tang Bai glanced at the young man in white suspiciously, and couldn't help asking, "This fellow Daoist, these two things are rare magic weapons, why do you abandon them?"

The young man in white glanced at Tang Bai and said coldly: "I only have a sword in my heart, these messy things will only mess with my state of mind, what use do you want." ”

Tang Bai opened his mouth again, and he felt that the young man's face was a little untwitched.

He also wanted to abandon the copper lock and iron chain with backbone, but in the end, he couldn't stand the temptation of the magic weapon, picked it up, and muttered in his mouth: "Even if you are afraid that it will affect your mood, it will be cheap for me, in Xia Tangbai, I don't know what to call you."

The young man in white was pushing open the door and preparing to go in, when he heard the words, he groaned for a moment and said, "Sword Nineteen." After saying that, he walked towards the tower without looking back.

Tang Bai smiled self-deprecatingly, it seemed that his cultivation was not seen by the other party at all, he looked at the half-open bronze door, and did not hesitate to break in.

Imprinted in Tang Bai's eyes is a white hall, extremely empty, with countless pillars standing on both sides, forming a huge circle, surrounding the hall, and in the center of the hall, there is a huge altar.

The altar is eight feet high, octagonal, and faces eight directions, each of which has nine long steps.

At this time, Sword Nineteen was standing quietly on the altar, and he didn't encounter anything, and he didn't move, like a stone carving.

Tang Bai narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Sword Nineteen, are you okay?"

Sword Nineteen was unheard.

Tang Bai hesitated slightly, but cautiously walked up the stairs to the altar.

Just as Tang Bai was about to walk to the edge of the altar, a white light shrouded him, and in the blink of an eye, he had been pulled to the edge of the altar.

As far as the eye can see, in the center of the altar sits a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, blue eyes, and yellow hair, holding a golden scepter studded with various gems in his hand, wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, wearing a crown on his head, and sitting on a yellow treasure chair that is also inlaid with various treasures.

Tang Bai was taken aback, there are also foreigners in this world?

It occurred to him that the ten-character inscription on the spire coincided with some kind of memory in his mind, and he muttered, "It can't be such a coincidence!"

Just as Tang Bai was about to take a closer look, the golden-colored scepter in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly gushed out a stream of white light, and disappeared into Tang Bai's body in the blink of an eye.

Tang Bai immediately felt that his body was imprisoned by a strange energy, and then he felt that there was a majestic force in his body that was constantly running, as if it was changing his body, changing his cell tissue, changing his genes, and making his body more perfect.

Tang Bai suddenly understood why Sword Nineteen was motionless, and it seemed that he was also imprisoned by this strange place.

Just when Tang Bai didn't know how to break the prohibition here, he found that Jian Nineteen's white clothes suddenly exploded, and two fleshy wings grew on his back, and then he grew wildly, just a meal, it was two or three feet in size, and then, the wings grew layers of white feathers, not only did not make people feel ugly, but felt holy and perfect, as if this was the most perfect state of human evolution.

This sudden change reminded Tang Bai of the legendary angel, could it be that the 'foreigner' on the altar is the pope of a certain religion?