Aix's eyes kept crying, not because of sadness, but because it was too bright in front of him, and in the end, Aix's eyes were dark, as long as a few points of light appeared, but the number of points of light was increasing.

The body of the wise old man seems to have completely disappeared, and there is only a piece of light left, but this light is a wisdom, and the surrounding light and the points of light on the ground all seem to revolve around the wise man, and Aix must be very surprised if he can see the complete picture, because this is not even a miniature universe.

The wise man just glanced at Aix, and found that Aix's body had not collapsed, which was quite surprising, but he did not pay attention to Aix, at this time, his task was to complete Azil's order.

The wise man stretched out a hand, towards a point in the void, and a point of light quickly flew off the ground, and finally, frozen in the air, the stillness of the point of light seemed out of place in the swirling light around it, as if the room that should have fallen suddenly flew towards the sky, completely against the rules.

With the first, there was the second, and soon, more and more points of light flew off the ground into the air, and froze there, these points of light seemed to form a picture, but due to the lack of numbers, it was not clear what was drawn.

As the number of points of light increased, the wise man's hand seemed to become heavier and heavier, as if a mountain was pressing on it, and he trembled continuously at the beginning until he finally had to rest for half a day before he pointed a finger.

Finally, with the increase of light points, the pattern became clearer and clearer, it turned out to be a gate, but the gate was carved with a very complex pattern, the wise man seemed to consciously only focus on depicting some, and did not waste light points for others, so the gate seemed a little top-heavy, the light spots above were very dense, but there was only one outline below.

Aix finally saw the patterns carved by the wise man, one of them was a man with wings on his back, no feet, but a pair of eagle talons standing on the ground, this was the first pattern carved by the wise man, but the number of light points used was the least, as if he wanted to practice his hands. The second one is more obviously complicated, it is a bat, the wings wrap the whole body, but you can clearly see every detail of its body through the wings, pointing to the bat It took time to look at it, and even after a long rest after the carving. The third was a little vague, pointing as if he couldn't support it anymore, because his hand hadn't been raised for a long time.

At the top of the temple, LeBlanc and the others watched as the energy of the solar disc poured down and finally seeped into the temple, and they could feel that after seeping into the temple, these energies stayed in a huge room, and Ax could see them, and they could see Aix, and it was clearer.

The eyes of several people just swept over Aix's body, and finally, they all focused on the unfinished gate, and when they saw the pattern on the gate, everyone knew what Azir wanted to do, he really wanted to defy time and space and summon the former Ascendant.

"It's crazy!" Of course, Hammerstone and the others also saw Azir's crazy moves, and at the same time guessed what Azir wanted to do, but this matter had nothing to do with them, and it was completely a lively mentality.

"Why did that kid get there, is he looking for death?" Of course, Hammerstone also noticed Aix's figure, and he didn't expect Ax to be at the center of all the energy of the solar disk, where even he couldn't do anything, after all, it was the opposite of their energy.

"It's your own death, but you can't blame me." Hammerstone said to Aix, but this sentence was actually said to Mordekaiser beside him, indicating that it was not that he didn't save Aix, but that he couldn't do anything about it.

Mordekaiser didn't say anything, just stared at the huge magic array, but in the end he shook his head, if he also wanted to summon his own ancient empire, he couldn't do it at all, first of all, there was no way to do that huge energy, not to mention that such a complex ritual couldn't be held without thousands of years of accumulation.

Ax felt that his eyes were blind, but all the scenes around him appeared clearly in his heart, especially the door, every detail on it appeared clearly in Aix's mind, and there was even a voice tempting him to paint on the gate as well.

Where does this door lead, and what happens when it opens? Ax didn't know anything, so Ax chose not to move.

Finally, the life of the wise man came to an end, and the light spread out and disappeared into the air, leaving not even a single trace of ashes, as if there had never been such a person in this world.

At the moment of the wise man's death, Ax felt the door shake, and then, a gap appeared on the gate, as if someone had opened a gap in the previously closed door, and a cool wind blew in, making the whole body on fire Ax unconsciously shivered.

"What's going on, from summer to winter, there is not even a little buffer?" Aix said, hugging his shoulders.

Before Ax could figure out what was going on, several phantoms had already squeezed out of the crack in the door, and the phantoms just swirled in the air for a while, evaporated by the huge energy around them.

As the gap in the gate became larger and larger, more and more phantoms ran out, but also became stronger and stronger, and finally, a phantom did not dissipate under the scorching energy, but came to the corpse of a wise man from the past, and actually drilled directly into it, and the corpse that had been dried turned out to plump up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally, turned into a bear man covered with hair.

At this time, Aix noticed that the entire tomb except for himself, the dried corpses were all safe and unharmed, and these dried corpses were undoubtedly the carriers of those phantoms.

As the door opens wider and wider, more and more phantoms run out, and the dried corpses in the tomb are no longer enough, often several phantoms compete for a dry corpse, and only the most powerful phantoms can get the body, as for the losers, they can only become the food of the successful and strengthen the strength of the successful.

Some of the phantoms finally spotted Ax and pounced on him. "It turns out that this is the danger here, I thought I had made it through?" Looking at the flying phantom, Aix muttered to himself helplessly.