Dowling sighed helplessly and looked down at the two rings in his hands.

What is it?

The storage rings of the two Creation Realms may contain their life's wealth, because they are different from the two peripheral members, they are the messengers of divine punishment in the Eight Classics.

If two peripheral members of the transcendent realm are poor, it is understandable, after all, for martial artists who can only reach this realm in their lifetime, it is not bad to be a peripheral member of a divine punishment organization, maybe they have other storage utensils, and they may also be poor.

But these two divine punishment messengers are different, one is because their cultivation realm cannot be poor, and the other is that they usually kill others when they go out, and under normal circumstances, even if they can't kill them, they can get out of the way, so their entire net worth may be carried with them.

Of course, there are cases where people are killed, but it is not usually the case that two people are killed, so it is not easy for these two rings to appear at the same time.

"Is there any other way to open them besides my cultivation promotion?" Dowling asked.

"Is your brain a pig brain? Pig brains are smarter than you! Steelhammer said with a sigh.

Dowling was stunned for a moment, with a question mark in his head, why did he provoke him again?

"You still have to listen to me scolding you, I just said that you can rush to a ring that is one level higher than your realm, and of course the transcendent peak or creation realm can also rush to these two rings!"

"Just because you can't rush away doesn't mean others can't rush away, so I ask you! Are you a pig brain? ”

Listening to the words of the steel hammer, Dao Lin was not angry and began to ponder, the only person he knew when he went to the West was Leng Yan, Leng Yan must be extraordinary, but the specific number of transcendents is not certain, if it is high-grade transcendental, it is possible to help himself break through the restrictions.

"Thank you, Brother Hammer!" Dowling thanked him inwardly, then stood up and lay down on the bed to catch up on sleep.

"What a pig!" After a scolding sentence, the steel hammer ignored him.

Lying on the bed, Dowling only felt that his eyelids were a little heavy when he listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep in a daze.

The rain kept falling, sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

The horse bell rang for a while, and the crisp bell rang far away in the rain, and Dowling slowly opened his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, only to see that it was still extremely gloomy outside.

"It's been raining for a long time, it's been a day," Dowling said to Hache to get another sleep, when suddenly his eyes widened because he heard the crisp sound of a horse's bell.

He got out of bed, blew out the lamp on the table, and then crept over to the wall and looked out the window.

Outside the window, there was nothing to see except the falling rain, but the crisp sound of the horse's bell was getting closer and closer.

Will anyone come to this backwoods?

Dowling doesn't want to do much, he just wants to live and hide from the rain, but God likes to joke with him.

A gust of wind rose on the ground, and he blew open the unlocked courtyard gate, and at the same time he saw a person riding a horse outside the open gate, and stopped when he saw the courtyard door open.

Dowling stared at the courtyard gate with wide eyes, and then his lips did not move and said four words silently to send to the courtyard gate that was against him.

“w… c… n… m…”

The people outside the door saw that the courtyard door was wide open, first looked inward, then looked up at the sky, pulled the reins with his right hand, and the horses under his crotch turned their heads directly into the courtyard.

Seeing this, Dowling sighed, it was too embarrassing to meet people in this situation, but it was impossible to hide from it.

So he opened the door graciously.

The man who got up did not dismount, but stopped where he was.

Dowling looked at the man, and saw that the man was wearing a robe, a hat, and a long sword at his waist, and the white horse under his crotch was already a little dirty because he had stepped on too much mud.

"It's getting late, and it's raining heavily, I wonder if it's convenient for me to go in and take shelter from the rain?" The man on horseback asked.

Listening to his voice, he should be middle-aged.

"It's not my house, it's embarrassing to say, and I broke in." Dowling said as he pointed to the courtyard door.

The rider turned his head and saw the broken lock on the side of the door, and then he laughed and dismounted, put the horses into the stable, and added some fodder to the two horses.

Dowling took two steps back and let go of the door, and the visitor walked in with his head down, he took off the hat above his head and patted it on the wall of the doorway, and then hung it casually under the eaves of the door.

Dowling's eyes have been watching him, I have to say that this middle-aged uncle is too handsome, speaking of which, the most handsome person he knows is quitting drinking, followed by ink dyeing, and this uncle's appearance is even more handsome than quitting alcohol, it is the kind of mature beauty, and there are some vicissitudes in maturity.

From his body, you can feel the baptism of time.

The middle-aged uncle took off his coat and hung it at the door after shaking off the water, and then walked in.

"Disturb the little brother to rest." The middle-aged man bowed slightly and said.

Dowling hurriedly returned the salute, and the moment he lowered his head, he saw a cold light stabbing towards him, and the speed was staggering.

At the moment when the tip of the sword stabbed on Dowling's body, a black light flashed, and one day a black python swam out of Dowling's body to block the tip of the sword.

"What is this?" The middle-aged uncle was stunned for a moment, his wrist flicked, and the long sword danced a sword flower and stabbed towards Dao Lin's throat again.

The black python swam again, and its hard body blocked the blow again, and during the whole process, Dao Lin did not retreat a single step or make a move, he just looked at the middle-aged uncle without blinking.

"What an amazing thing! It's kind of interesting! The middle-aged uncle said, his feet moved, and the whole person retreated violently, and just as he was about to rush into the rain, he rushed forward, and a huge sword tip as high as a man appeared in front of him.

This move was indeed powerful, and the powerful sword qi swept through the entire room, even if Dao Lin had the Zhaotian Poison Python Talisman was pushed back by this sword qi.

Dao Lin took a deep breath, and the "Evergreen Immortal Formula" was fully activated, and under the frantic mobilization of the internal forces around his body, his body quickly became hot and red.

Dowling raised his foot and took a sharp step forward, and threw a punch with all his right hand, which sent a huge ultrasound wave directly in front of him.

With a "boom", the ultrasound wave and the tip of the sword collided together, and this punch was directly annihilated by the sword qi, and the sword qi was not only undamaged, but even stronger.

Dao Lin only felt that a fierce sword qi rushed into his body along his arm, and he knew that the person in front of him was very powerful, not only was his martial arts strong, but his cultivation realm was far beyond his own.

He couldn't take this sword hard, because he felt the threatening feeling that the void rift had given him on this sword.

It's cumbersome to say, but in fact, the scene is a punch from Dolin between the lightning and flint, and then he uses thunder to escape in an instant.

"I kindly invited you to come in to take shelter from the rain, but you made a sneak attack, it's really despicable!"