"Hmm. ”

Xia Ji responded, indicating that he heard it.

Xiao Lu Ding was dumbfounded, "Holy Son, what do you mean?"

"I see. ”

Xia Ji showed his attitude and swept away the rest of the mutton soup, and the pepper smell was warm in his stomach.

Ning Mengzhen didn't give up: "Then you won't punish me?"

"How to punish you?"

Xia Ji was a little speechless, obviously she had already exposed this stubble, and this girl still wanted to be punished?

Xiao Lu Ding actually thought about it seriously, her red sleeves dragged her white cheeks, and she was stunned in the candlelight, and it didn't take long for her eyes to light up: "You... Do you want to smoke me?"

As she spoke, she got up, a little enthusiastic, "I remember where I put the whip, I'll give it to you?" and her eyes turned again, "The candle is also ready-made." She's insinuating wildly.

Xia Ji was dumbfounded.

Xiao Lu Ding, this is more and more awakened to himself.

However, in the light flame, her bright appearance is indeed a little strangely beautiful.

A little cinnabar between the eyebrows adds a different kind of breath to that immaturity.

Such as... When the female devil who made the world frightened was young.

"When I was full and stuffy, I went to sit outside. ”

"Whoa... Holy Son, you can whip me, so that I will feel better. "Xiao Luding used an excuse to try to keep it.

But the boy had already pushed the door open.

A whole winter of wind and snow poured into the house.

...

The next day, the heavy snow stopped.

Elder Heavenly King, Elder Blue Moon wore a cloak and stood outside the Withered Leaf Pavilion, by the volcanic lake.

The black-robed boy was striding forward.

"Holy Son, the forbidden land is further north of Yunxin Pavilion, where there is its own ferryboat.

The reason why Li Ling took the risk to come here was that the thing he did was a treasure that could 'break the shackles of Tian Yuan and promote to the Xuan Opportunity', thinking that there must be a lot of secrets in this forbidden place.

The owner of the door is gone, there are only thirty days left in the spring, and the paper can't contain the fire after all, we can drag it out for a while, but we can't drag it out for a lifetime, this time it depends on how far you can go.

If you are strong, the Holy Gate is stable, and if you are weak, the Holy Gate will be turbulent. ”

The hook-nosed old man lowered his voice.

Lan Yue thought about it, and then took out a blue three-winged butterfly specimen from her arms, "This is the Broken Illusion Butterfly, if there is a maze or an illusion in the forbidden land, it may be able to help." ”

She is showing favor and thanks.

Xia Ji didn't take her butterfly specimen, but just smiled and nodded in gratitude.

Then he stepped out, and he was already on a lonely boat in the volcanic lake.

Holding the old bamboo pole in one hand, he stretched out the water pattern.

The lonely boat is like an arrow, getting farther and farther away from the withered leaf pavilion.

This is the third time Xia Ji has been here.

For the first time, I was shocked by the battle.

The second time is to fight the Shadow Academy.

This time, it is to make up for the loophole that Zhu Si Wuxian is dead.

In the middle of his thoughts, he had already gone to the island in the middle of the lake, and the fourth layer of the Cloud Heart Pavilion was long gone, and the black egg might have opened to other places.

After a few moments, he continued northward, until a piece of land came to a halt in the far north of the Holy Gate.

On the island, there are about twenty or thirty stone towers on both sides, the style is more ancient, there are many years, in the stone tower, the lights are not up.

In the snowy clearing on the left stood a large, heavy black stone tablet carved with horizontal and vertical marks.

Xia Ji took a cursory glance and knew that this was a sword trace, and it seemed to have a profound meaning, it should be that the masters of the previous generations had gained something here, that is, they left traces of profound techniques or supreme ways for future generations to understand.

This stone monument with a historical atmosphere is not stained with snow at all, and it is incompatible with the surrounding white, which is very conspicuous, and Xia Ji feels that there is heat emitting from it, and it is not an ordinary stone.

Heavy snow covered the ground, and Xia Ji estimated the symmetrical center line of the lower stone tower, and then walked forward.

Here, except for stone towers and stone monuments, there seems to be nothing left, not even trees.

So where did Si Wuxian retreat?

Xia Ji walked forward alone.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Because he saw the stone steps.

The stone steps spread downward, and there is a palace about ten meters deep, and the palace is simple and majestic.

And snowflakes can't fall into it.

Xia Ji took a step down, as if stepping into a shallow river.

The palace is like water.

Isn't this inside and outside the same space?

Xia Ji completely walked into it.

Climb the stairs and come to the door.

The door of the temple is an extremely heavy, one-piece Broken Dragon Rock, and there is no key at all.

Xia Ji thought for a moment, bent down, and put some heavy metallic black on his right hand, and his five fingers buckled at the bottom of this Broken Dragon Rock.

Knort!!

The boulder moved, and then was lifted to the top by the boy with one arm, and the mud was like a mist, covering his ankles.

This place really can't get in without some strength.

As the sound sounded, two rows of lights in the palace, like a flaming red swimming dragon, lit up one by one from the left and right sides, from near and far.

Xia Ji put down the boulder, turned around and walked into the hall.

In the firelight, the light sources in the hall converged from the four sides, but the middle was the darkest.

The interweaving of light forms a kind of mysterious, but invisible, picture system.

Xia Ji walked forward with his feelings.

This is the most mysterious place of the Holy Gate of the Great Wei State Religion, a forbidden place where only the master of the sect can come here.

He walked slowly, feeling the light like a "kaleidoscope", changing with each step he took.

When he stood in the middle of the hall, the change in light seemed to be perfect.

Xia Ji looked around, the edge of the palace that was originally only lit by lights, I don't know when many mysterious stone statues suddenly appeared, some high and low, some hideous and ugly, some sacred, but no matter which... All of them are extremely vague, and none of them seem to be human.

Laughter erupted in the quiet air.

Mixed with the words that Xia Ji could understand, the voice was ethereal, as if it came from a very distant realm, but it seemed like someone was whispering in your ear.

"It's almost there..."

"It's almost there..."

"The time is almost up... Hee-hee-hee..."

But the laughter lasted only a moment, and then it disappeared completely.

The strange statues around him also disappeared, and it seemed that everything just now was Xia Ji's hallucination.

Immediately after, an angry voice exploded throughout the hall.

"You're not a Tongxuan yet, get out!!"

"Get out!"

A gust of wind full of destructive power came from afar, like a column of deep sea crashing into the black-haired boy in the middle of the main hall.

Boom!!

After the thunderous roar, Xia Ji did not move.

He was much taller, becoming a giant more than three meters tall and wrapped in "pitch-black armor".

The wind crashed like the fiercest waves against the reef and then dispersed into foam.

The sound of "get out" also faded away.

Xia Ji's figure retracted, but unfortunately after bursting his clothes, he was shirtless, wrapped his clothes in a knot around his waist at will, and then began to wait quietly.

Smack.

A stone slab suddenly appeared in the void and landed in front of Xia Ji.

That's a mystical method.

Xia Ji reached out to pick it up, but his fingers touched the stone slab, and he couldn't help but shrink back.

The slate is piping hot, as if it was a barbecue board from a previous life, maybe even hotter.

Because of the high temperature, the air on the board is a little distorted.

Xia Ji luckily picked up the slate again, and then began to look at it carefully.

Seem... It's a mystical method.

I looked at it for a while.

No, it's not a mystical method, it's more like a technique, and it's quite familiar.

Ponder for a moment.

Suddenly, it was blessed to the soul.

Xia Ji understood where this familiarity came from.

Knife Nine: King's Landing!

It's like a projection of it.

There are so many projections where the light goes, but the source is the scorching sun that is untouchable by human beings.

Knife IX: King's Landing, as powerful as it may be, is only one of its ever-changing evolutions.

It is this "scorching sun" engraved on this stone slab!

In an instant, the name of this source naturally came to Xia Ji's mind:

The ninth limit!!