A golden toad, the size of a palm, with a spiral of golden light spewing out of its mouth.

All flesh and blood creatures shrouded in golden beams became as small as mosquitoes, and were easily swallowed into their stomachs by toads.

The sea serpent, which was entwining the sea lion, had no time to escape, and was swallowed by the golden toad together.

The toad suddenly spat out its long tongue, its small mouth opened hard, and a strange belching sound came from its belly.

Fenglan struggled in the mudflats of the dark space, and a waterfall suddenly appeared, washing away the surrounding silt, and soon became much easier, gasping for breath and belching and burping.

His vision gradually blurred, and faintly reddish light could be seen, intertwined in a chaotic manner. With the help of the dim red light, I saw a strange tentacle, like a tiny black pointed tail maggot on a corpse, violently 'wriggling'.

In the pale red light, there was an ethereal shadow, slowly oozing pale golden dots.

Strange tentacles, like greedy snakes, rush to devour pale golden points of light.

Fenglan's full burping sound became more and more dense, and it was about to turn into a violent cough after choking on chili peppers.

Three little hands.

I saw three little hands again, mysteriously appeared, gently rubbing the eyebrows, heart, and lower abdomen dantian.

Feng Lan immediately felt that his breath was comfortable, and his burping sound was greatly reduced, and he became more and more comfortable and unobstructed.

Wail~.

The golden toad let out a merry cry.

Suddenly, a white sword light fell from the sky.

It was as if the divine power of the Nine Heavens Gods was condensed in the sword, and the range of the sword was several miles away, all under the cover of the sword.

Wail~.

The golden toad turned into golden lightning and rushed out before the sword space could complete the seal.

The sword that was as white as the moon changed in the air, turning into a beam of white light, chasing closely.

One gold, one white, as fast as lightning, shuttled through seventeen islands, and in front of it was a huge black rock standing on the surface of the sea, and the height was completely hidden in the clouds. The front right is more than 30 zhang high, and there is a gray coffin.

The golden toad disappeared into the darkness beneath the gray coffin.

"Chalk?"

The voice that came from the sword was a woman's voice, cold and surprising.

"Yin Dragon Coffin?"

The sound turned to surprise.

The white sword paused for a moment, looked for the direction of the toad, flew into a rock cave, and disappeared completely.

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Feng Lan was stimulated by the sudden golden light and couldn't open his eyes, and involuntarily rubbed his eyes.

Gradually, I realized that I was a pale golden void, and the appearance of something flashed in my mind, and the nothingness would become the appearance of that thing.

He turned into a fly, flapped his wings and flew out, the pale gold on his body receding like a tide, returning to its original state.

At this moment, he was standing in a gray "wooden box", and the gray planks emitted a dull gray light.

The "wooden box", about one zhang wide and high, and at least three zhang long, is empty, with only one left footprint in the southeast corner.

Feng Lan crept to the left footprint, and subconsciously looked back and saw that there were no footprints.

It seems that he just floated and walked without leaving a trace.

Comparing the places with and without footprints, there is nothing unusual to see.

Fenglan didn't rush to the place of the footprints, constantly scanning the surroundings, but there was nothing.

"How did I get in?"

This question began to bother him.

Such a tight wooden box, without any gaps, even mosquitoes can't get in.

After careful consideration, return to the place where you landed first.

At this moment, his vision had adapted to the light as much as possible, and he faintly saw the shadow of a toad.

It was a strange wooden box mezzanine, which could only be spotted by toads huddled there.

If there is no shadow of a toad, you can only find it by touching it with your hands.

Gray toad, palm-sized.

Although Fenglan thought of that "quack", he really couldn't figure it out to believe that such a gadget brought him in.

The toad, whose golden color is covered with an opaque gray gauze, does not hide from humans who are already approaching.

Fenglan quickly figured out why the toad didn't hide.

The wooden box compartment is void and moving, and can be seen there, shifting when you reach out and touching it, and recovering when you leave it.

"Plane?"

Fenglan's mind swept over this strange term.

After much deliberation, I felt more and more that it was in line with the description of the "parallel plane", and there was a situation where the shadow and soul perceived each other.

"When I turn into a pale golden void, can I pass through this diaphragm?"

Fenglan is completely sure of this, and also realizes a very terrifying thing - how to get out?

The only things he carried on his body were the Order Axe and the Time Axe.

"Footprints!"

Someone has come in and left, and there must be another way out.

Just as he was about to walk towards the footprints, a left hand appeared directly below the toad, followed by a right hand. The plate fingers on the little finger of the right hand are extremely conspicuous, constantly scattering a red and black luster that converges on the fingertips, like a fireball that is red on the outside and black on the inside.

Feng Lan was very surprised, and what was even more surprising was that a faint layer of blood light appeared on the top of the gray wooden box.

There is no abnormality in the box wall in other directions.

Returning to the hands, the fireballs that were red on the outside and black on the inside were getting bigger, and the red was getting more and more intense.

The blood light on the top of the wooden box turned into a blood cloud in the blink of an eye, spreading in all directions.

The blood cloud is getting thicker.

The word "day" in an ancient seal font slowly emerged.

Immediately afterwards, the word "earth" in the second ancient seal font appeared.

"The incense is opened, and the moon is in the pool. ……”

Feng Lan immediately followed the sound and saw that it was the wall of the box where the big fireball was red on the outside and black on the inside, and the sound of a woman chanting a spell came from it.

Strange incantations, one sentence per seven words, for a total of eight sentences.

Every time I read it, the red and black fireballs were blazing for one point, and the blood cloud on the top of the box was one point thicker.

Feng Lan gradually felt a trace of coldness flow from the tip of his heart, and followed the blood all over his body.

Without any urging or feeling the danger, it gives birth on its own, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

Feng Lan silently recited the lines and lines in the blood cloud, all based on his own understanding and sentences, and memorized them by heart.

Gradually, Feng Lan felt that something was not quite right, a strange scorching heat surrounded him, and the cold all over his body was rapidly melting.

After thinking about it again and again, he looked around, and decisively aimed his hands at the other side of the pair and pressed them.

Suddenly, the whole person seemed to be engulfed in blazing fire, turning into a raging fire shadow.

Fenglan's hands could no longer be removed, as if they were welded to the palms of those hands, passively receiving the fire from the palms of those hands.

Feng Lan tried to calm himself down, and found that he was chanting the mantra that the other party was chanting, and found that following it would only fuel the firepower. Reciting the inheritance method of the Heavenly Sect, the "Wind and Snow Sutra", has no effect. It's useless to recite the "Mountains and Rivers". Reading the words in the blood cloud, there was no response.

In the circle.

Doubt in life.

The eyes were wide open, the mouth was half open, and the was direct.

The fire, getting stronger and stronger, gradually has the illusion of invading the soul.

In the panic, Fenglan chanted, and there was no longer a pause.

The words in the blood cloud are recited together with the "Mountains and Rivers", and it is natural, and the position of the heart is cold again.

The fire in the whole body gathered in the heart, besieging the wisp of cold.

With the blessing of the spell, the ice cold became more and more solid, and the ice cold continued to expand outward, dispersing the evil fire.

Ice and fire held each other for three quarters of an hour, and three little hands appeared.

The fire, which was divided into three, was like ice and fire flying on the ice of ten thousand years, merging into the heart of the eyebrows, the heart, and the lower abdomen of the dantian.

At the bottom of the box, ice fog gradually emerged, and soon changed to crystal clear ice.

Fenglan, cast in the ice, gradually turned into an ice sculpture, and the skin slowly oozing pale gold.

Pale gold appeared, and the red and black fireballs on the opposite side seemed to be blown by a strong wind, fluttering, and it would not take long to be blown out.

Feng Lan could feel the hands on the other side, and they began to tremble, becoming more and more violent.

You can also feel that the other party wants to let go, but is unwilling to give up.

"What is this place?"

"Who could be the woman on the other side?"

"How did she get here?"

Feng Lan was cranky, and was awakened by a burst of strange shivering.

At this moment, he wanted to let go very much, but the physical body did not listen to the command of the soul.

Strangely, between the fingers of the two pairs leaning against each other, handwriting appeared.

"Holy ...... Heart...... ...... Spell"

"The Holy Spirit of heaven and earth is eternal."

"Ice Soul Fire ,......"

Feng Lan silently wrote it down, flawlessly thinking about the words that appeared between the blood clouds and between his fingers, what was going on?

Thinking with the thinking of another world cannot be explained by any principles and laws.

If you persist like this, you will definitely not be able to hold on, and you will be killed by the mysterious energy on the wall of the box.

"Hey ......"

Huh~, a long sword as white as jade stabbed from the blood cloud on the top of the box.

The white long sword, clinging to Fenglan's lower abdomen, stabbed down, and disappeared suddenly.

Fenglan wanted to talk to the person on the other side and let her go, but she was frightened by this sudden sword.

Almost, I have to explain it here.

It can be seen that the woman on the other side is surprisingly high.

Feng Lan didn't dare to be distracted, and he also knew that as long as he moved, the other side had the ability to try to kill him.

Spelled.

There is only one way.

Whether it is a road of life or a way of death, you will know only when you walk through it.

The wind was cast into the ice.

Ice, thicker and heavier.

Feng Lan felt that he was falling, and his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if pieces of steel armor were embedded in his body. Soon, I really felt that he was wearing a heavy helmet on his head, his hands were clutching the cold hilt, and the strange runes engraved on the sword body lit up one after another.

A strange warmth came from the heart of the sword, penetrating the palm of the hand and spreading to the whole body.

Feng Lan clearly saw that he was sealed in an ice peak, and his helmet, armor, blood-red steel gloves, and azure ice sword were lifelike.

Bingfeng, like a great sword with the tip of a sword pointing at the sky, is crystal clear and flashes with holy light.

Fenglan was sealed at the tip of the sword.

Here, there is a feeling of coming home.

"Where's that home?"

Fenglan's consciousness and thinking are constantly colliding, and he recognizes the strange and familiar scenes that come to life in front of him.

Here, it's a brand new family.

Feng Lan couldn't feel the cold and warmth at all, but he could clearly feel that his strength was declining and his body was weakening.

It was a mysterious power derived from the ice, absorbing the powerful energy of the armor and ice sword that was frozen in ice.

Suddenly, Feng Lan closed his eyes and sensed a powerful aura coming from behind him.

A white tiger, vibrating steel wings, flies and swoops towards the ice peak.

On the back of the tiger stood a girl dressed in white, covered with a white veil, holding a red bow in her left hand, a purple sickle in her right hand, and a white quiver on her back.

This scene is as real as if standing on the opposite side and watching it.