Wuji didn't explain, and he didn't know how it was Xiao Zhoutian.

He took the old man's hands, lifted the old man upside down, and dipped his body above the waist into the icy water.

The vitality of heaven and earth is injected from the gate of heaven, through his body, and continuously injected into the old man's spring acupoint to help the old man resist the cold of the lake.

The old man's body suddenly emitted a faint red light, illuminating the lake within a few feet. Against the backdrop of red light, the lake water is clear and transparent, like a flawless crystal, and there is no impurity to be seen.

The old man opened his mouth, and a bubble came out of his mouth, and then exploded again, turning into countless small bubbles, gurgling out of the water, bursting and dissipating on the surface of the water.

Wuji suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness, dizziness, and his heart beat like a drum.

An inexplicable coercion enveloped his whole body, and in front of him seemed to appear a huge beast as large as a mountain, opening its mouth like a cave, letting out a low roar, and the wind was so fierce that it almost rolled him up and blew him out of the clouds. It was as if a mountain had come out of thin air, pressing on him, making it impossible for him to breathe, and his heart was beating at an unprecedented speed, and the blood was boiling, rushing to the limbs, and it was about to break through the skin and spurt out.

In a hurry, Wuji's hand was loosened and the old man was almost thrown into the lake. Ying Yiran was prepared, one hand was attached to Wuji's heart, the other hand held his hand, and at the same time dragged the old man's foot.

A stream of heat poured into his body, and Mowgli couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A cold sweat broke out through his body, as if he had died on the verge of life and death.

"Don't be afraid, it's the power of the dragon's roar. ”

"Dragon Yin?" Wuji's heart palpitated. Thinking back to the feeling just now, there is indeed a feeling of going back to the Jurassic and facing the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Mr. is the life of the spirit turtle, the cultivation is the turtle breath, and the dragon chant is his stunt. Although it is not mainly attacking, it is extremely powerful and can easily hurt people's hearts. ”

Mowgli suddenly realized. At this moment, the old man moved, and he hurriedly lifted the old man up.

The old man's head was covered with water, and his white hair and beard were drenched, sticking to his face, and the blue face contrasted with each other, and there was an eerie feeling.

Ying Yiran didn't say a word, and immediately put on the old man's clothes, and at the same time urged his true qi to help the old man get cold.

After a while, the old man slowed down and pointed to the left of the bow. "Wuji is right, most of Zifu Mountain has sunk to the bottom, and only a little mountain tip remains. Quick, once it's all sunk, we won't be able to get in. ”

Wuji and Yingyi didn't dare to slack off, and immediately picked up the stone paddle and paddled with all their strength in the direction pointed out by the old man.

The bone boat breaks the waves on the dark lake.

About the time of a meal, a small mountain appeared in front of them. Anchored to the side of the hill, they could clearly see that the water level was rising at a discernible rate, and if it was an hour or two late, the entire mountain could be completely submerged.

The three of them did not dare to slack off, and immediately tied up the bone boat, climbed the peak, and walked into a deep cave along a narrow mountain road.

The lake had overflowed to the mouth of the cave, roaring past their feet and into the depths of the cave.

Ying Yiran couldn't help but worry: "Sir, after a while, the entire mountain peak will sink underwater, won't we be sealed in the cave?"

The old man walked forward and said, "Yes, when I get here, I don't know what the next step will be, whether it is life or death, I can only resign myself to fate." Mowgli, too, keep moving forward, it's too late to regret it now. ”

Wuji looked at Ying Yi, whose face was pale: "Mr. is right, it's too late to regret it now, only to move forward at the fastest speed, maybe there is still a glimmer of life." ”

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Ying also sneered.

"A Hundred Years of Life......

"Okay, okay, a hundred years of life, who can not die, I know you are not afraid of death. Ying Yiran pursed her lips, crying and laughing. Mowgli's mantra, her ears are almost calloused.

Ying Yiran didn't say a word, picked up the old man on his back, and hurried forward.

Mowgli followed closely.

Ying Yiran was originally known for his speed, but now he has broken through the third order of the Xuan Realm, his speed is faster, and his endurance is better, and he runs like a red light, quickly extending to the depths of the cave. Although Mowgli is not as exaggerated as her, his speed and agility have also improved significantly, and he is not lagging behind at all.

It's just that the water under their feet is getting more and more, faster and faster, and gradually becoming a raging trend.

Suddenly, a huge stone gate appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

"What's going on?" Ying Yiran hurriedly stopped his steps and asked the old man breathlessly, "How can I open this door?"

The water of the lake followed to the feet, blocked by the stone gate, and quickly accumulated, and the water level continued to rise, drowning Ying Yiran's calves in a moment. Ying Yiran's face turned pale and he bit his lip.

"Come closer!" said the old man, panting. Although he hadn't walked a few steps, he had been turned upside down, and his old bones were about to fall apart.

Ying Yiran endured the stinging pain of the lake and walked to the stone gate, only to find that the stone gate was carved with dense lines.

"It's a book from heaven!" she cried out in surprise. "Sir, it's a book from heaven!"

Wuji also hurriedly followed, and through the flame in Yingyiran's palm, he took a closer look.

On the huge stone door, there are traces carved one after another, which are somewhat similar to the silver medal that Ying Yiran gave him. However, these books are not connected, but of different lengths, the shorter the bottom, the longer the above.

"This ...... This is not a book from heaven. The old man gasped and said, "This is the original number! ”

"The original number?" Ying was stunned, and Wuji was also stunned.

He didn't know what the original number was, but he had heard the old man say that arithmetic was roughly equivalent to a mathematical game, which was used to calculate various layouts. He didn't understand it very well, and he didn't believe it very much, and he always felt that the so-called arithmetic calculation was a bit self-talking and unrealistic.

However, it is indeed possible that there will be a number of spells at this moment.

According to the old man, one of the most common uses of the number of spells is to set up formations, arrange mechanisms or something.

"Sir, can you untie it?"

"Yes, just give me time. The old man waved his hand, signaling Wuji and Yingyi not to speak, and then pinched his fingers to calculate.

Wuji listened to it and smiled bitterly, what Xindao lacks most now is time. By the time they had said two words, the water had reached their knees, and if they said two more words, they would probably be suffocated in the water.

The water was cold, bitterly cold, and I didn't know how long it would last. He and Ying are also young, and it is estimated that the time can be a little longer, the old man has always been frail, but it is difficult to guarantee how long he can last.

They held their breath and anxiously awaited the old man's outcome.

The water soon overflowed Ying Yiran's neck. Ying Yiran gritted his teeth and lifted the old man up, letting him stand on his shoulder.

The old man's fingers flew, and words came out of his mouth.

Ying Yiran was all drowned in the water, and then, Wuji was also drowned in the water. He glanced at the old man, and saw that the old man's face was getting paler and paler, and Ying Yiran's face was also blue, and he couldn't help but be in a hurry, his chest was uncomfortable, and he was about to explode.

Suddenly, his Heavenly Gate stabbed, and a large amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi poured in, instantly flowing throughout his body. In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he jumped into the lake under Tiangen Mountain to save Yingyi, all the pores on his body were opened, his breath was unimpeded, and there was no longer a trace of suffocation.

Mowgli had a flash of inspiration. Could it be that this is what the old man called Xiao Zhoutian, born fetal breath?

He didn't think much about it, and now all hope was on whether the old man could open the door. He bowed, walked up to Ying Yiran, gestured to her, and then squatted down, grabbed Ying Yiran's ankle, and lifted her up.

Ying also understood, maintained her balance, stood on Wuji's shoulders, and lifted the old man higher.

Although there are two people standing on their shoulders, they are supported by the buoyancy of water, and Wuji's current body is not bad, so he doesn't feel any hardship. Although he closed his mouth and nose, the breath in his body was extremely smooth, not only did he not feel stuffy, but it was more comfortable than breathing through his mouth and nose.

The water of the lake continued to pour in, drowning Ying Yiran again, and the old man was still pinching his fingers and calculating.

The buoyancy is getting bigger and bigger, and Mowgli is gradually a little unstable on his feet. He simply stepped on the water, and with the reaction force of the water, he supported Ying Yiran and the old man and floated in the water.

Despite this, the lake continued to grow more and more, the water surface was getting closer and closer to the top of the cave, and the old man's feet were once again immersed in the water. And Ying Yiran was already holding back her face purple, and her eyes were wide open.

The water was getting higher and higher, the space was getting smaller and smaller, and the old man had already squatted down, his head still touching the roof of the cave.

Seeing this, Wuji gently pushed Ying Yiran away, took the old man directly, turned him sideways, supported him with both hands, and lifted him out of the water, trying to gain time as much as possible, so that Ying Yiran could surface by himself to ventilate.

Without the injection of fire vitality, the old man felt the cold to the bone, and his body trembled involuntarily. In order to prevent him from falling into the water, Wuji supported his waist with one hand and his head with the other to help him stay steady.

The old man also subconsciously lowered his arm and grabbed Wuji's shoulder.

Suddenly, Wuji's brain "buzzed", as if a door had been opened, and a fresh breeze blew in. In this breeze, there are numbers floating. Wuji glanced at it subconsciously, and suddenly became enlightened.

He knew what the numbers were.

Before he knew it, he was starting to count the numbers.

The gentle breeze suddenly turned into a violent wind, and strings of numbers flowed out.

Vaguely, the old man didn't know what to shout, and Ying, who was panting in the little space left on the side, rushed over, dived to the stone gate that was submerged by the lake, and slammed his palm next to a number composed of light and dark lines.

The stone door "clicked" and opened with a bang. The lake water that was about to accumulate poured down, and Wuji, who was floating in the water, together with the old man and Yingyi, was washed into the stone chamber by the lake and rushed to a wide step.

"This is the Lingtai!" the old man struggled to stand up in the lake, and said breathlessly: "The Lingtai has twenty-four steps, and each step has a book of heaven. ”

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