He Xirou had been standing in front of the door for an hour, her expression a little hesitant.

Feng Xiaohan didn't know what she was hesitating about, but he knew that he shouldn't be disturbed at this time, so he shut up and stood aside and watched quietly.

"I have a bold idea......"

He Xirou sighed and touched the door lock: "The name of the palace is against the sky, and the door should also be opened by the method of going against the sky." ”

"What kind of anti-heaven method?"

He Xirou didn't answer this question, looking at the door lock, her expression gradually calmed down, but her eyes became a little resolute.

The glass-colored metal is very similar to the peacock's feathers, and it may be the opposite, and because the lock is too hard, it looks a little soft.

She stretched out her hands and clasped them together in front of her chest, like the Buddhist rites of the monks of Yiya Temple.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the moment her palms were together, Feng Xiaohan saw a purple light.

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There are very few descriptions of the Spirit of the Purple Clouds in the world, and many people have not even heard of it.

Changmingzong's understanding of this physique only stays at the level that can bring about realm sublimation. As soon as she entered the cave, she was a middle-grade cultivator, which was given by this special physique.

Only a very few people, including Chen Feng, knew that the Spirit of the Purple Cloud could drive the Purple Qi to the east, manifest the divine power of the Great Dao, and use it in battle.

Therefore, when she turned into a spirit realm, she could steadily press on Lin Yisong.

Feng Xiaohan also guessed that in the battle on the riverside, the protruding purple sword qi was obviously the swordsmanship of Changming Sect, but there was something more.

At this time, I realized that the extra mysterious feeling came from the purple cloud in the body.

After a long time, He Xirou spread out her hands, and a purple flame appeared in the palm of her hand, beating gently, making people worry that it would be extinguished in the next moment.

The flames flew out of her palms and drifted towards the lock.

The colorful locks were locked, and those glass-colored patterns writhed violently like mice that had seen the light.

Feng Xiaohan didn't feel any temperature in the fire, let alone feel even a trace of heat.

But when the flames appeared, the chill behind the door stopped......

Not only behind the door, but also the cold wind around it stopped, or rather, flowed around here.

The snowflakes finally fell to the ground, and soon formed a shallow layer of frost, a little pale, just like He Xirou's face at this time.

The flame seemed to drain all her strength, and her fingertips trembled slightly, shaking with the flame.

But soon she regained her composure and continued to stir the flames.

The purple fire and the door lock are getting closer and closer, and the glass-colored pattern is also twisted more violently, quite a bit of crazy color.

Miraculously, the hardest metal in the world, which can ignore almost all attacks, completely fused with the flames in an instant, like putting a red-hot iron ball into cold water, exploding a splash, and then boiling violently.

Yes, the glazed iron is like water, left along the crack of the door, and the lock rod buckled on the door gradually narrowed until it broke.

With a "snap", the iron lock fell to the ground, and the flame was extinguished instantly.

He Xirou finally ran out of strength, like a lotus flower that had broken its roots, and collapsed to the ground softly.

Feng Xiaohan kicked open the door of the temple while the melted iron juice had not yet solidified, but before he could help He Xirou up, he was thrown out and hit the stone tablet.

With a roar, he seemed to be crushed by the cascading waterfall, and his body was pressed against the stone tablet and could not move.

There is a perennial cold behind the door, which blows away the snowflakes and makes the place dusty.

The wind squeezed out of the tiny crack in the door was still so powerful that it was predictable how much force it would have when the door was opened, but they had forgotten about it when they were so focused on how to open the lock.

He Xirou was blown up by the wind, and then hit Feng Xiaohan's body.

The two of them leaned on the stone stele, and with the power of the stone stele, they were not blown back into the chaos of space, and the biting wind blew on the faces of the two, with a splitting pain, but fortunately, they were both wearing the leather clothes of the beast and were not injured.

The wind has been imprisoned in the temple and suppressed for thousands of years, but its power has not diminished in the slightest, and I don't know what kind of power has brought these winds into the temple and can still last for thousands of years.

The only mission of these winds for thousands of years was to sweep away the snowflakes around the temple, and at this time they were finally liberated, and in an instant, they traveled all the wilderness, blowing away all the snowflakes around them, revealing solid stone slabs.

Those spatial chaos also weakened as the snowflakes disappeared until they returned to normal.

The chaos in the space was broken, and the door of the anti-heaven temple was wide open.

The tomb of an unknown saint-level powerhouse reappeared in the world and appeared in front of the eyes of the two.

Even though He Xirou was extremely weak, there was still ecstasy in her eyes that could not be concealed.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the longing in each other's eyes.

The relics of the saint must have countless elixirs and powerful magic weapons, and even the personal weapons of the saint during his lifetime, after the master enters the holy realm, the commonly used weapons will also be soaked in the holy breath and grow.

The so-called one person attains the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven, even if it is a piece of mortal iron when the master is sanctified, it will become extremely extraordinary, and some weapons can even be included in the list of artifacts.

Of course, the most important thing is the inheritance......

Inheritance means that the lifelong learning and perception of this strong man is undoubtedly a great wealth for the practitioner, at least it can shorten the monastic career by hundreds of years.

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The man in purple watched the door of the hall open, and his Dao heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and he had the urge to fly out of the stratus cloud into the hall several times to find the trace of that person, but he was forcibly restrained.

Because the two little ones were in, he didn't want to expose himself, and he was convinced at the moment that they were chosen to wake up the man.

There is providence in the dark, and it is useless for him to be in a hurry.

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Feng Xiaohan picked up He Xirou and walked into the hall.

He Xirou's whole body was weak, and he couldn't even wrap his arms around his neck, so he could only put it on his shoulders softly.

The hall was pitch black, but when they stepped into the hall, the oil lamps on the walls suddenly lit up, emitting a faint glow, illuminating the entrances to the side halls on the left and right.

Feng Xiaohan ignored the green orb on the high platform located in the center of the main hall, although it was obviously some kind of rare magic weapon.

Coming to the side hall on the left, there is a black crystal door all around, there is a lock on it, there is no keyhole, but it is just made of ordinary mortal iron, and the breath of the formation faintly comes from the door, it should be these formations that protect the lock from damage, and at the same time seal the door and prevent the wind from invading in the main hall.

Feng Xiaohan kicked open the Mojing door, and the sound of the iron cracking sounded, and the broken door lock fell to the ground.

He looked around the room and saw that on the bookshelves against the wall, many metal ingots of irregular shapes were neatly arranged.

Meteoric iron, dark iron, black steel, star gold, glazed black iron, etc., and some rare metals that he can't name.

Some of the metal is extremely heavy, but the bookshelves are not even bent in the slightest, and there is not even a hint of mold after a thousand years, which seems to be a good thing.

Just taking out this row of bookshelves is a lot of gold, not to mention those priceless rare gold?

The wealth in this house, if exchanged for the equivalent of money, is enough to buy another mountain range the same size as Changming Mountain.

However, he didn't care about this, just a cursory glance, and then turned to the next room.

During the summer vacation in this room, all I visited were books, written in silk and bound in gold wire.

I don't know if it's the Taoist classics or all kinds of methods?

To the practitioner, these books are more important than the rare gold in the previous room.

But Feng Xiaohan was still not interested, and just hurriedly glanced towards the third room.

He Xirou was a little curious, what was he looking for?