The patina didn't seem to be any different there, but the mark that came out under the patina was all too familiar. There is www.biquge.info bronze sword on the pen & fun & pavilion, and there is also a jade pendant in the dream, which means that this bronze door is really connected with those.

Feng Ping was a little excited and leaned on the bronze door to look at the mark, but the patina covered most of it, and he couldn't see it really. I picked up the pickaxe and smashed the piece of patina. Qing Xuanzi was a little surprised when he saw Feng Ping suddenly start smashing the door, and even the madman who was spread on the ground sat up and comforted: "Don't do this, I'm just saying, don't smash the door like this, it's really hell if this door is going to be smashed open for you like this." ”

At this moment, Feng Ping was in no mood to pay attention to these, he himself participated in this expedition because he felt that there should not be too much danger, and secondly, he wanted to find out where the strangeness of the bronze sword came from. However, after going through so many hardships along the way, and now that I have finally found something related to the sword, how can I not be excited.

It took a lot of effort to slam the door like a demon, and it took a lot of effort to smash the piece of patina off the mark. The complete mark is indeed very similar to that on the sword and the jade pendant, with six rectangles forming a triangle-like shape, but this time the pattern is different. Previously, the jade pendant had eyes on it, a lightning bolt on the bronze sword, and the mark on this bronze door was a cross. A very simple cross, not a cross, but only two simple strokes, one horizontal and one vertical, seems to fit the whole mark very well.

The madman and Qing Xuanzi looked at Feng Ping, who was still slamming the door just now, and now he was lying on the door again, as if he was seriously observing something, where could he not understand that he had already discovered some abnormalities. Walking up and surrounding Feng Ping, he also saw the mark in the direction he was looking, but the madman didn't react, it was just a pattern, and he thought that maybe it was the mark engraved by the caster of the bronze door. Qing Xuanzi was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything.

"I probably know how to open this bronze door." Feng Ping said with some hesitation.

"Then let's go. Open it early and let's get out early, I don't want to stay in this place for even a second. The madman shouted.

Feng Ping was actually not sure if his thoughts were right, the sword accidentally cut his hand and then had that bizarre dream. After that, the patina on the sword fell off and seemed to be given a new lease of life, perhaps the bronze door also needed human blood. He didn't know why he had such a strange idea, but he couldn't deny the possibility of it.

"Since you can't get out here, just give it a try." Feng Ping secretly comforted himself, and without hesitation, he took out a knife and made a cut in his palm.

The madman saw that he suddenly started to harm himself, and was just about to stop it, but he was pulled by Qing Xuanzi on the side, stopped his noise, and quietly waited for Feng Ping's next move. Apparently he had already seen what Feng Ping was going to do.

Placing his palm on the mark of the bronze door, blood gradually slipped from his palm, against the bronze door, and then continued to flow down the gap of the patina. But after a while, the blood stain began to slowly shrink as if it had been absorbed by the bronze door, and finally disappeared as if it had never appeared. The three of them all saw this strange scene, Feng Ping was already mentally prepared but didn't react, but the madman was startled, took three steps back and leaned against the wall, in his eyes, this blood-sucking door may be no different from the previous ghostly monster.

Although the reactions were different, all three of them were waiting for the bronze door to change. But after a long time, I didn't wait for anything, and the bronze door still stood there so quietly, without the slightest sound or movement of the mechanism opening. Aside from the fact that it sucks blood, there seems to be nothing unusual about this door.

"Could it be that there isn't enough blood?" Feng Ping thought with some worry, the sword had absorbed a lot of his own blood at the beginning, could it be that this bit of blood was not satisfied with this bronze door? However, the volume of this door is much larger than that sword, so how much blood should it take? Feng Ping couldn't help but be a little worried.

Qing Xuanzi looked at Feng Ping as if he was thinking, and immediately asked, "Have you seen this mark?" ”

"I've seen a mark like this on a bronze sword." As for the jade pendant in the dream, Feng Ping skipped it without thinking about it, since it was a thing in a dream, no matter how incredible it was, it was not enough for outsiders.

"Do you know what that mark means?"

"I don't know. It's just a glimpse. ”

"Then why do you want to smear it with blood?" Qing Xuanzi seemed to be very curious about this mark, and kept asking this question. But Feng Ping himself was guessing, and where could he explain why, he couldn't answer that he had smeared it with blood by mistake before, and as a result, he dreamed back thousands of years ago, so he still wants to try it now. If you answer like that, you might not even be able to hear a madman. simply kept silent and did not reply.

Qing Xuanzi saw that Feng Ping didn't answer, thinking that he had something unspeakable, and he didn't want to ask more.

The two talked for a long time, but the madman on the side didn't have so many ideas, rushed forward and kicked the door. "I've sucked all the blood for you, and I'm still not satisfied, what do you want?" He scolded with some irritation.

I didn't expect this kick to really work, although there was still no sound of the mechanism opening, but the patina on the door began to fall little by little. Like the change of the original sword, in this tunnel without a trace of floating wind, the patina fell to the ground as if it was eroded by some invisible force, and quickly turned into flying ash and disappeared. On the entire bronze door, countless patinas fell at the same time, but without a sound, which was much more spectacular than the few pieces that fell on the bronze sword. Feng Ping looked at this strange scene in a daze, and he lost the ability to think for a while, let alone the other two. After a while, the patina on the door fell off, and the quaint gate became as if it had just been cast, clean and new, and there were bursts of metallic luster under the light of the flashlight, which made people have an inexplicable awe.

"Looks like you're quite acquainted." The madman seemed to think that his words had taken effect, and unceremoniously walked to the door, and stretched out his hand to push the left door open. But it seemed that with just a slight push, the door that should have weighed a thousand pounds was opened like this, and there was still no sound. And what's even more strange is that the madman probed his brain and looked inside twice, but he didn't greet the two of them, and walked in by himself, without the slightest hesitation or fear, just like the two of them before.