It was a thunderous sound.

The entire Taibai Mountain seemed to be shaking, and endless momentum was irrepressibly scattered from the white clothes above and below the ancient trees.

It's like the Yellow River falling from the top of the nine heavens.

Thousands of rushes.

He threw the crowd over the mountain.

Countless people have their backs on it.

"What is this?"

The crowd that was crushed by the terrifying momentum on the earth was completely confused.

Why did you suddenly stop talking so well?

This is the third day of the sermon, and in these three days of getting along, everyone has basically figured out the temperament of this senior.

This is a Confucian protégé with compassion for the world.

Although he behaves differently than ordinary people, he is definitely not moody.

But at this time, the white-clothed senior was already in a rage.

Anyone can feel the terrifying anger in him.

"I'm afraid something has happened!"

In the past few days of preaching, Zhang Tianquan's current cultivation has also stepped into refining and refining qi.

He stood up and looked at the angry white-clothed senior under the ancient tree, and frowned.

It's definitely not a good thing to make this person so angry.

"How dare you?

Ji Man stood up out of thin air, but the terrifying momentum on his body, like the collapse of Mount Tai, did not subside at all.

On the contrary, it was even more irritable, and it swept the entire sky, shaking all directions.

The clouds on Mount Taibai swirled for it.

It seems to reflect the anger of this senior.

"How dare you let these guys go. ”

It was anger, the anger of Confucianism, the anger of the countrymen, and the anger of the strong.

Ji Man looked up in the direction of Kunlun, his deep eyes slowly turning golden.

It seems to want to see through the whole world.

Before that, a golden graphic began to slowly appear.

A huge golden gate appeared above the graphic, as if it had a majestic but unshakable momentum.

But above the gate, the golden sermons like chains were already dimmed.

Outside the gate, the sound of a crash shook the doorway.

The golden sermon on the door was already faintly disintegrating.

"It's not good! Kunlun Lock Demon Valley is about to be lost!"

Ji Man let out a loud shout, then jumped up and went straight to the clouds.

The golden picture and text then dispersed.

"What's going on? Teacher in such a hurry?"

Since the sermon, everyone has called Ji Man a teacher.

It's a relationship, and it's a huge backer.

With such a teacher, if everyone does it, they don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, if they are killed, they have to look at the face of this person.

And the people on the mountain, in this way, can also have a relationship with each other.

If you do it in the future, you always have some scruples.

Therefore, even if Ji Man didn't recognize it, everyone still called it so.

"Lock Demon Valley?

Someone repeated Ji Man's words.

"But what gate deserves a teacher like this?"

Chen Xiangyan pulled out the knife at his side and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

And Wudang and Shaolin quickly spread the news to the ninth game.

On Taibai Mountain, the teacher Ji Man broke through the air and left.

"Satellite positioning, check where he went?"

Satellites can monitor objects moving at high speeds, just as nations look at Angel Cass and Dracula.

"There was just an object with a velocity of up to Mach 8, flying in a northwesterly direction. ”

"Northwest?"

Hu Ziming hurriedly looked at the map.

There is a mountain in the northwest, named Kunlun.

"Is this going to Kunlun? Lock Demon Valley?"

......

Under the gate of hell in Kunlun Mountain in the distance, ten thousand demons roared.

A terrifying demonic aura rolled behind the golden gates.

It rolled up puffs of snowflakes and flew in the air.

The demons imprisoned here are different from the previous calm, and they are all struggling with all their strength at this time.

There are giant bird carvings tens of meters high, cold-blooded snakes dozens of meters high, everything from scale armor to birds and beasts.

The door that blocked them from leaving was trembling.

This is the opportunity.

The only chance to not want to die.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The sound of knocking echoed beneath the gates of hell.

There are eighteen layers of hell under Kunlun, and the cultivation of all demons is sealed by layers.

There is a criminal law at every level.

The first layer is the Ice Hell.

It's all extreme snow and ice, and there is no such thing as spring, summer, autumn and winter.

For a year, ten years, a hundred years, there is only cold here.

The endless cold wind roared, setting off endless snowflakes and blowing the bodies of all demon beasts.

The chains outlined by the Daowen ran through the bodies of the demon beasts, pinning them firmly to the ground.

They struggled and screamed as the door was pounding.

Finally, in the sound of the mountain stone shattering, the golden Dao text above the gate shattered.

The gate was broken.

"Roar..."

Countless demon beasts roared.

In their memory, they waited too long for this day.

I don't know how many years the gate finally shattered.

They began to struggle frantically, trying to break the golden chains on their bodies.

For a moment, in the cold ice hell, huge figures turned over.

Stir up the snow in the middle of hell.

But above the hell, in the depths of the invisible space, a dragon-patterned red tripod was surrounded by Dao golden light.

The four-legged dragon pattern beast face, the four sides are engraved with thundercloud fire patterns.

The heavy, atmospheric, and eternal power of the eternal power rises from the peak to suppress the endless hell.

It is a kind of heaviness, as if it has transcended the years, full of endless vicissitudes.

Fiercely pressed countless demon beasts here.

In front of the shattered golden gate, Dongfang Renshan had lost one of his right hands at this time.

He closed the veins in his right hand and strode into the icy hell.

Chilly!

It's incredibly cold.

The hot breath that Dongfang Renshan had just exhaled was frozen into a trace of snow in the air.

Even Dongfang Renshan couldn't help but shudder.

It's at least minus 90 degrees here.

"Is this the so-called Locked Demon Land?"

Dongfang Renshan showed an extremely crazy smile, which was a kind of pathology.

Behind him, Zhang Riyue and Liu Yan were shivering with cold.

But they didn't dare to complain.

Perhaps hearing the voice of a human being, the demon beasts stopped struggling.

After the snow mist slowly fell, countless huge bodies looked down at Dongfang Renshan.

Each eye is the size of the side of a stone pillar.

"Humans, weak?"

The language spoken by the demon beast seems to be a dialect, which is very different from the current language, but Dongfang Renshan can barely understand it.

That was a questioning tone.

There is a great deal of uncertainty between the words.

Dongfang Renshan raised his head and smiled.

"It's not a human, it's a demon. ”

In the cold wind, his hoarse and cold voice echoed in the cold hell.

"Do you want to get out?"