After a long march and nervous tension, the three of them decided to stop and rest for a while, Leng Xingyun took out compressed biscuits from Zhang Fan's backpack and shared them with others, and squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertips and dripped it into the cup, mixed with the water in the cup for Zhang Fan to drink.

The trio scouted their surroundings carefully, and after making sure that their surroundings were safe, they camped on the spot and prepared to rest for the night.

Zhang Fan leaned lazily against the wall, relaxed after a long absence, and even joked with Leng Xingyun again, "Brother Leng is dark again, and he is young and beautiful again." ”

In fact, the passage was dark and dark, and nothing could be seen. Leng Xingyun saw that he wanted to laugh, showed a helpless expression, punched him, and said, "I don't know who the kid has a fever and talks nonsense, so that people carry it all the way, why, don't you call Dad to thank me." ”

Zhang Fan was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and closed his eyes silently. Young men of today can be called brothers, but each one wants to be the father of the other.

Qian Lang sat on the side and almost laughed like crazy, it was rare to see Zhang Fan deflated. Suddenly, there was a huge roar of a beast behind him, and Qian Lang jumped up in fright and let out a scream.

"There's something—ah!"

Turning his head, he saw that Leng Xingyun was pretending to be light and light, but the upward curvature of the corners of his mouth betrayed him, Zhang Fan laughed breathlessly, and he reacted, and was played by these two people together.

The three of them laughed in unison, and the silent passage was filled with their laughter.

Happiness is always short-lived, and the pressure of survival and unknown hardships loom over them like a dark cloud.

Zhang Fan calmed down and thought carefully about what they had experienced after entering the ruins, and had a positive guess about the current owner of the ruins, only to see him leaning against the stone wall in contemplation, his fingers tapping lightly on the ground.

At this time, Qian Lang said: "Fuck it, this ruin must be inseparable from the dragon......"

Zhang Fan thought about it again, interrupted Qian Lang's words, and said: "That big frost dragon pointed to the entrance of the ruins with its dragon wings, which obviously meant that it wanted us to enter, so Qian Lang was right, even if this ruin does not belong to the dragon, the dragon still knows its existence." ”

At this time, Leng Xingyun asked a question, only to hear him: "Then what about the mechanism we encountered in the ruins?" ”

Zhang Fan thought for a while and said: "The original owner of this ruin must not be the dragon, but this ruin is now a collection of the dragon clan, otherwise he wouldn't let us in, Brother Leng can open that ruin should also be because of the bloodline."

"Collectibles, dragons, flowers, what's the matter?" Zhang Fan thought to himself, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, patted his thigh and shouted: "I know!" ”

So the other two looked at him together, and Zhang Fan said excitedly: "Flowers may also be the collection of the dragon clan, just like the ruins." ”

Qian Lang silently spoke: "Western Dragons probably do have such a habit, if the game I play is true." ”

Everyone looked around, and suddenly had confidence in finding the Snow Lotus, since the Snow Lotus was only a collection of the Dragon Clan, there was no need to worry about the risk of the Snow Lotus being used, and the day when they would complete the task was just around the corner.

So they brushed away the clouds in their hearts, put down the boulder in their hearts, and decided to sleep before they went on the road.

Zhang Fan and Qian Lang had already fallen asleep, Qian Lang's snoring was shocking, but Leng Xingyun was still open.

He thought back to the various things along the way, thought of the many things that had happened in the past 1,200 years, and finally he was convinced that these days when he met Zhang Fan and Qian Lang were the happiest.

He was tired from his immortality, but this time he found a new meaning in life, Leng Xingyun showed a small smile, and then fell asleep.

As soon as they woke up, they continued to walk forward, and after walking for about half an hour, they arrived at a hall, among which was a blood altar, surrounded by bones, Zhang Fan went up and turned it over, and said to Leng Xingyun and Qian Lang: "It is three male corpses, and the death time of each corpse is about 10-15 years. ”

The three of them shuddered as they looked at the crimson Blood Altar in front of them, and their gaze continued to extend inward, and they found that the Blood Altar was connected to the stone door at the end of the hall by a shallow ditch, which was also dark red, but the stone door was as clean as new.

It's all even more bizarre. A terrible guess appeared in the minds of the three of them, and that was that only the blood sacrifice of the living could open the gate and enter the ruins behind.

"It seems that those bones are left behind by the infighting of the explorers in front of them." Qian Lang said: "But it is impossible for me to leave you behind." ”

He also said that the three of them were born and died all the way, and they had already been in a fateful friendship, but when they saw the dark red color after the blood on the ground was oxidized and dried, the three of them still thought of a scene in their minds at the same time.

The good brothers, who were originally angry, betrayed each other and stretched out their butcher knives to the people closest to them, and finally one of them lay on the cold blood altar, his body cooled down little by little, and the blood flowed along the shallow ditch to the stone gate, and was absorbed by the stone gate.

The surviving explorers stormed the gates in high spirits, leaving only the innocent souls of the blood sacrifices dead.

The victim was staring at the gate not far away when he died.

The story almost creeps the three of them, especially since this incident is almost certain to be true, and every step ahead is accompanied by suspicion and choice, blood and hatred exploding beneath their feet.

They don't think it's possible to sacrifice their teammates to satisfy their desires. What's more – they are teammates who fight each other in life and death.

So how do you get through the closed gate in front of you? Qian Lang watched the other two fall into deep thought, and couldn't help but say out loud: "Otherwise, you will kill me......

Before the words fell, Leng Xingyun's fist slammed into his shoulder, knocking him to the ground, he raised his head and found that Leng Xingyun and Zhang Fan both had dark faces, looking at him with hatred.

So he hurriedly made up for it: "Am I not joking?" You won't do that. Zhang Fan was almost angry, he said loudly: "Can you stop making trouble, is this something that can be joked?" Qian Lang...... You...... You're just ...... He's a fool! ”

It may be that anger inspired Zhang Fan, and he suddenly said to the other two: "The three of us can bleed together, as long as we put a certain amount, the stone gate may be opened." ”

So Leng Xingyun first cut his finger and dripped a few drops of blood in the water cup, and then the three of them cut their wrists at the same time, and the blood flowed into the blood altar drop by drop.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Fan's eyes almost began to dizzy, and the stone gate finally flashed a dazzling light, slowly opening suddenly, and the three of them simply bandaged the wounds, and helped each other to walk forward.

The three of them entered the stone gate, Zhang Fan's sixth sense gave him an ominous premonition, Leng Xingyun only had time to shout out the word "danger", and the three of them fell into darkness, and at the last moment of falling into darkness, Zhang Fan thought: "There is a problem with blood, and the blood of three people can't pass the ......."