The three of them walked through the sea of fire like this, and the sword light appeared countless times along the way, and none of them had problems, and the same ordinary oil-paper umbrella was the same. During this period, they encountered a dark passage that was far away, but what they didn't expect was that they still walked safely, but the girl's face was a little pale because of consumption.

Bai Jiu couldn't help but start to guess where that umbrella came from, there is only one umbrella in this world that can have such an ability, but that umbrella is not in the Snow Mountain Sect? Isn't it in Wen Ruyu's hands?

When the three major lists were rearranged, Wen Ruyu's ranking plummeted for some reason, could it be because of Luoxue Building? Not only hurt people, but also took away the treasure of the Snow Mountain Sect, does the contemporary Luoxue Building really have such a strong strength?

As time passed, the temperature in the sea of fire no longer increased, but gradually decreased, and the field of vision gradually widened.

As the faces of the three of them changed, a huge stone wall suddenly appeared in the sea of fire in front of them, abruptly between heaven and earth. The height of the stone wall seems to rush into the sky, and the length of the stone wall extends infinitely to both sides, and there is no end in sight.

The huge and wide wall was covered with fine dust, which should have been left by the scorching heat of the fire, and for hundreds of years, the entire wall was shrouded in dust, looking like the ordinary gray mortar used to stick to the wall during the masonry of the houses in Yong'an City.

Bai Jiu stretched out his hand and knocked on the wall, and the gray wall fell suddenly, like a receding cicada, revealing the huge cyan stone bricks inside. It turns out that this is the original face of the stone wall, but what is strange is that the bluestone inside is cold, and there is no feeling of heat at all.

The three of them looked to the sides, and saw a huge bronze door appear on the side of the stone wall, which was even bigger than the stone door they saw in the green mountain valley, but this one was not tightly closed, but was hidden.

Is this the gray line between heaven and earth like a mountain? Bai Jiu thought like this, feeling a little surprised. He thought that such a miracle should be an endless mountain range, but he didn't expect it to be a man-made building wall.

The bronze gate is like a different kind of hill in the mountains.

There is not the slightest line on the door, not even the folds of forging, and it is smooth like a mirror, which shows the craftsmanship that went into forging at that time. But there is one word on it that stands out, it is located above the gate, occupies a fifth of the area, and is magnificent and imposing - Tang.

Outside the hidden gate, there was a lot of black viscous blood scattered, and it did not come from people, but from the countless transparent-skinned human puppets, broken stumps.

The black blood made a sizzling sound under the high temperature, and then turned into a conspicuous mark on the ground. However, the transparent skin did not change in the slightest, and it was scattered outside the bronze door, which looked very shocking and palpitating.

The girl frowned in disgust, and the scene in front of her made her very disgusted.

She looked at Ximen Ye, subconsciously stood behind him, pursed her lips and did not speak.

Bai Jiu and Ximen Ye glanced at each other and clenched the sword in their hands.

Someone walked into the bronze door, or all the way in.

These crippled human puppets outside the door extend from outside the door to the sea of fire to the depths of the sea of fire, I don't know how many there are, and I don't know what they have experienced along the way?

Who will it be?

The three of them thought of the Meizu they had seen in the forest earlier.

However, at that time, the serpents all awoke from their slumber and did not dare to face death, and they also hid in the forest. I've never seen Meizu make a move, so naturally I can't be sure.

Inside the bronze gate, there may be other strong people who participated in the Tang Tomb this time, or they may not be people.

Up to this point, the temperature had dropped, but it was still scorching, and the only way was to go inside the bronze door and behind the wall. But no one knows what's behind the wall? What awaits them behind the bronze gate, another world outside the gray line of Tangling Heaven and Earth, what will be here?

The three of them walked towards the door in silence, Bai Jiu stared ahead, his right hand on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the sword at any time.

He walked in front of the three, and became the first of the three to enter the bronze.

The world inside the door is not flickering.

There were no sneak attacks either.

There is no deep horror either.

A knife came at you.

A knife that does not abandon righteousness and brightness, and is full of frost and coldness.

The wind broke through, and there was no cold and weird meaning.

It's not a pushback.

It's a kill!

The sharp knife carries the frost cold.

Behind is the scorching heat of the sea of fire, and in front of him is the frost of the sword intent, how can such a knife come to sneak attack, it is extremely bright.

The gray walls of the stone wall peeled off, and the cold wind in the doorway blew from the depths, and the sea of fire behind them was forced to separate in unison, forming a strange dark passage.

The smoke and dust then became countless tiny particles, which could no longer block the view.

The smooth walls in the doorway suddenly became clear, and the long wall passages became unusually transparent.

The knife came, with undisguised killing intent.

He didn't even see who was wielding the knife, because it came to him almost without pause after shattering the smoke.

In his field of vision, the knife continued to expand, and in an instant, it was infinitely multiple.

Because the speed of this knife is too fast, the wind around the door hole has no time to spread, but all of it is accumulated on the wall, so there is a dead silence around, and the sharp knife carries a cold frost, and at this moment it is as if falling into the netherworld and being in a state of death.

The knife was too fast, so fast that Bai Jiu didn't have time to react, so he subconsciously took a step back.

It's not that I'm backing back, but I'm pulling away so that I can pull out the sword in my hand.

The speed of the knife is very fast, so his speed is also very fast, but after all, the knife comes first, so he is always one step behind.

At this moment, an umbrella appeared in front of Bai Jiu's eyes.

This umbrella is very old but not wrinkled in the slightest, and it is wrapped in a layer of oiled paper, which looks a little greasy.

Coming here from the valley of green mountains, I have experienced a lot of things along the way, and this umbrella has also appeared countless times, and each time it has a strange effect and does unexpected things. So of course Bai Jiu recognized this umbrella, and the moment the umbrella appeared, it blocked in front of him, which naturally gave him more time to react.

The knife landed on the oil-paper umbrella.

The oil-paper umbrella was not broken, but the old and greasy umbrella surface was deeply sunk in an instant, and a very exaggerated deformation appeared, which was the first deformation of this umbrella that Bai Jiu had seen, and it was also the most exaggerated one, so you can imagine what kind of power the knife carried.

But in the next moment, or in between breaths, maybe a faster moment. The surface of the oil-paper umbrella began to recover, and as countless tearing sounds came from the umbrella surface, the oil-paper on the umbrella surface began to crumble layer by layer with the sound.

A crystal appeared in Bai Jiu's field of vision, which was the original face of this oil-paper umbrella. The surface of the umbrella is crystal clear, like snowflakes falling at the beginning of winter, and the lines on it are even more natural, reflecting the gray light, like reeds swaying gently in the water.

There was a whisper in the distance, with confusion and incredulity.

"It turned out to be a reed umbrella."

The terrifying power came from the surface of the umbrella, and then down the bone and down the handle.

The girl held the umbrella in both hands, but she couldn't resist the terrifying power, her body suddenly retreated, and the handle of the umbrella went down to hit the girl's abdomen with terrifying power.

Seeing that the power is about to fall.

At that moment, a palm landed on the girl's back, and then a hand grabbed the handle of the umbrella that sank downward.

The fingers of these hands are slender and the palms are very broad, which is very suitable for holding a sword.

He landed on the girl's back, and the girl stopped, never taking a step back.

He grabbed the sunken handle, and the handle stopped, never sinking again.

Simon Ye stood in front of the girl, picked her up by the waist, and put her behind him.

However, Simon did not meet the sword, and someone else met the sword.

There was a trembling sound from all around the doorway, and the air that had been compressed on the wall was finally released, and the air flow dispersed along the wall like a torrent, whining.

The abyss is out of the sheath, and the sword body hums like a dragon out of the water.

The air rises like a tide, and the sword rises like a dragon out of a deep pool.

The sword and the sword were together.

There were huge air fluctuations all around, like huge ocean waves, and the clouds on the horizon were swept away by the strong wind, leaving a pale white sky.

The knife was covered with frost, like the winter snow of the wax moon, cold and cold. The walls around the doorway were instantly covered with a thin layer of frost and snow, and then lifted up, shattered, and directly reduced to tiny particles that were invisible to the naked eye. The sword intent raged, and cracks appeared on the clean walls, as if they had been slashed by countless knives, and fell to the ground, but they rose again, like a gray fog.

The knife stopped, for the sword met the knife and never took a step back.

There was a fragrance in the field, which was the unruly cold fragrance in the cold wax moon. The long sword carried sword intent, and the naked eye saw a few mottled red, plum blossoms. Plum blossoms bloom in winter, and they are bewitching at the coldest time, and they have a scorching aroma during that time. No matter how cold the wax moon is, no matter how cold the frost is, the plum blossoms are still in full bloom.

Bai Jiu used the Mei sword, no matter how cold and fierce the power on that knife was, it still couldn't go further. Unless it is completely suppressed in the face of absolute strength, it is obvious that there is no such person in the Tang Tomb, which is also in the realm of divine deficiency. The knife, with an indomitable killing intent, wanted to take it by surprise, but finally stopped.

There is no way back if you move forward, how to say the second knife, a stop is a retreat, advance is like a mountain and a sea, retreat is devastating.

So the sword went in, but the sword retreated.

The sword stopped in the middle of the doorway, and there was no burning momentum. The knife retreated to the other end of the doorway, where it had been drawn.

Bai Jiu didn't put away his sword, he looked at the person at the end of his field of vision with a gradually indifferent expression, this was the first time he wanted to kill someone like this, but not because of hatred.