When shuttling in the stone formation, this ancient book flew in the form of a hidden weapon, Wang Qi hurriedly took it, and he has been running frantically, and the cheats in his hands have not had time to be loaded, and when he finally has to pass through the narrow stone cracks, because it is extremely inconvenient, he quickly handed it over to Zhao Kai, who is the smallest.

A wisp of breeze blew, dusk was about to pass, the sky turned dark, and the color of blood melted into the dark night, slipping from the wound on Zhao Kai's arm and flowing all the way to the pale golden books, but no one noticed.

On top of a towering tree around, Lang Zhong, who caused this farce, sat leisurely on the trunk of the tree, and no one noticed it, he slowly spoke, and muttered happily: "Boy, I'll help you." A fluorescent glass vial appeared in the air, quietly suspended, and a wisp of green gas slowly floated out of it, not dispersed with the wind, only an edict was heard, "Go", and the purple gas floated downward.

"This wisp of nine turns of green clouds is enough for me to slaughter this Thousand Machine Pavilion, it's really painful. What seemed to be a joke came out, but no one could hear it.

In the center of the farce below, the trio nervously entered the attack again.

"Take down this gang of thieves. The old man sneered.

The white-robed Thousand Machine Pavilion disciples slowly narrowed the encirclement.

Dusk had passed, and in the dark night, there was only the rustling of trees and the footsteps of the disciples of the Thousand Machine Pavilion, and Zhao Kai and the three of them stared nervously in front of them, ready to make a move at any time.

The wound on Zhao Kai's arm was still dripping blood, but he was already numb, and the blood flowed down his fingers to the precious ancient books, dyeing the light gold that was still slightly glistening on it with a different color.

A touch of cyan appeared for no reason in the dark night in front of everyone's eyes, it seemed to be a fairy qi, and the old man of Qianji was the first to notice it, twisting his wrist, as if he had performed a strange exercise, wanting to take away this wisp of green qi that came from nowhere. However, the old man of Qianji missed, his brows furrowed slightly, but his green qi was not in a hurry interspersed in the white clothes, and he headed towards the three people in the center of the farce.

Just when the old man of Qianji wanted to give the order to make a quick move, the green qi seemed to be human, but it accelerated and swept over the people of the Qianji Pavilion, like a green cloud blown by the wind, not straight up to the nine skies, but purposefully flew towards Zhao Kai, Wang Qi and Mu Xiu saw such a change, and wanted to stop it, but it was a beat slower, and the green qi had already reached Zhao Kai's arm.

In the blue light floating, Zhao Kai only felt a cool feeling in his arm, and there was a slight itching feeling, he looked down, and saw that above the wound on his arm, the green gas was trying to blend in, he didn't know what the purpose of this green gas was to find himself, so he had to shake his arm hard, but this strange green qi was like a living thing, squirming and crowding at an accelerated pace.

Everyone in the Qianji Pavilion around them was stunned by this sudden change, Wang Qi and Mu Xiu stepped forward one after another, but they didn't know how to start, just when everyone was shaking, the so-called Nine Turns Qingyun had broken the laws of nature and strangely melted into the blood.

The coolness of the wound was gone, but instead there was a burst of burning, and under the boiling heat of the arm, Zhao Kai only felt a stream of blood sliding down the arm, to the fingertips, to the ancient books in his hand.

What a character the old man of Qianji, seeing that the situation was wrong, he directly waved his sleeve robe, rode the wind, and pounced on Zhao Kai and the golden light jue in his hand.

Under the sound of the breaking wind, the old man of Qianji was about to arrive, but in the dark night, the golden light suddenly bloomed, emanating from the ancient books, expanding, and gradually wrapping Zhao Kai's whole body.

Although the old man of Qianji felt that the situation was wrong, he was also conceited and did not stop, and the five fingers in his hand became hooks, making a vicious dragon claw hand, Wang Qi and Mu Xiu around him did not see the movements of the old man of Qianji at all, and they were flustered when they were surprised, because it was too late to protect Zhao Kai.

However, in the next moment, when the sharp and irresistible attack fell on the golden light, the golden light naughtily sucked the arm of the old man of Qianji like a child, and the old man of Qianji stretched without movement, and the anger in his eyes gradually rose, dealing with this child, he didn't expect it to be so troublesome. Suddenly, with Peng's voice, the trajectory of things exceeded expectations, and the anger of the old man was ridiculously slammed to the ground, and the elasticity of the golden light barrier threw him out and fell to the ground heavily.

Following the old man's surprised gaze, the golden light that was still swelling stopped moving, and then gradually tightened, until it covered Zhao Kai's body like a thin veil, and when it touched Zhao Kai's skin, the golden light gradually faded, and it was actually absorbed by this child.

The old man stood up, and in his stunned eyes, the golden light that had just blocked his blow had dimmed by nine points, and there was still a trace of rippling gold to illuminate the night sky.

Zhao Kai is closing his eyes tightly, and in his mind, great changes are taking place now.

The darkness and cage that only appear in sleep are now reappeared, Zhao Kai, who thought it was still the same old match, was stunned to find that there was gradually golden light in the darkness, and then it became brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, knowing that it would illuminate the surroundings and no longer be dark.

He looked at the scenery that was impossible to see in the dark before, the black cage, the keys in his hands were all in line with the previous conjecture, but a pair of dark eyes in the cage were staring closely at the key in his hand, Zhao Kai only felt that his heart was shaking, shock and inexplicable fear, he saw clearly that the owner of those eyes was actually a huge black dragon with a curled body and flared scales, originally thought that it was not a big cage, but when he looked back, it was stretched out far away, and it was a rectangular black iron cage with extremely unattached length and width.

The black dragon opened its mouth, the golden light shone on its body, the terrifying scales with a writhing of discomfort emitted a deafening sound of gold and stone, the loud dragon groan sounded, and there seemed to be a thousand ripples in the heart, under the golden light, the villain transformed by Zhao Kai covered his ears to resist the sound.

The golden light rises, spreads, and gradually converges and merges, becoming substance.

Looking at an endless golden staircase to the sky, leading to the golden apex, the dazzling color in the heavenly gate reappeared. The black dragon trembled violently, turning into a thick black gas and curled up in the corner.

"Is this the Golden Light Technique, can it affect the transformation of one's own bloodline, is it possible that the two themselves are related?" Zhao Kai said in confusion in his heart.

He looked at the magnificent and sacred staircase again, and the golden light shining at the top was actually the Heavenly Gate that only appeared in his own vanished golden-scale bloodline.

The body unconsciously affinities the golden light, in this dream-like and real scene, Zhao Kai can't remember everything that happens outside, most of them rely on potential conscious actions, the affinity of the golden ladder is extremely strong, Zhao Kai's body seems to feel some kind of calling, and walks towards the first step.

And in the real world outside his mind, the old man of Qianji stood up again, looked at Zhao Kai who was shrouded in golden light, with seven points of greed and three points of fear caused by the golden light barrier in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, looked at the three of them, and shouted: "Take it for me!"

The battle was about to break out, although Wang Qi and Mu Xiu were also shocked by what had just happened, but the golden light was holy, giving people a feeling that it should be harmless, and the two fought hard at this time, wanting to open the gap and find an opportunity to escape with Zhao Kai.

Between the fights, many and thousands of Jige disciples didn't have a crooked mind about Zhao Kai under the golden light, but some felt that this golden light was just a show, or had a tentative attitude, and as a result, they were all bounced off by the golden light, fell heavily to the ground, and suffered the backlash.

In the golden light, Zhao Kai stepped on the first step of the stairs, the original affinity disappeared, and suddenly the pressure increased sharply, as if there was a boulder on his back, he did not stop, because he had no reason to stop, only by constantly climbing can he break free from the fate of bearing the black gas, the higher he climbs, the farther away from the cage, the greater the chance he can have to escape from the black iron evil.

1st, 2nd, 3rd floors...... The pressure is increasing, and it seems that the original boulder is gradually turning into a small mountain. Every time he made a leg lifting action, an invisible restraint came, the pain deepened, overflowing, Zhao Kai's consciousness gradually became numb and blurred, and he was only supported by an upward spiritual qi.

When he got to the ninth step, Zhao Kai's body stagnated, the invisible pressure around him increased sharply, and he seemed to be unable to take a step again, but how could the mental strength to climb up give in, little by little he raised his legs, and finally reached the height of the tenth step, stepped down, boom, under the squeeze of invisible force, like thunder, Zhao Kai couldn't bear it, turned down, and fell into a state of coma.

In the mountains and forests, the sword light and sword shadows were repeated, the extremely unsociable golden light dissipated, and Zhao Kai fell. Suddenly changed, Wang Qi and Mu Xiu noticed this, but they couldn't get out for a while, and they had to continue to fight with their impatience.

The old man of Qianji hadn't made a move, but he was just pressing the formation on the side, and at this time, when he saw Zhao Kai falling, the worries and doubts in his heart disappeared with one click, and he rose into the air and attacked the two of them.

The old man who joined the battlefield didn't spare his hand as soon as he came up, tried a few tricks, and instantly suppressed the two, and the disciples of the Thousand Machine Pavilion around him also harassed the two of them all the time, and the two had to try their best to cooperate to resist, but it was already the end of the strong crossbow.

There is no suspense in the ending, and the three of them are controlled and pressed into a dungeon with a forbidden.

It was late at night, and everything that happened in this mountain forest had not been transmitted to the outside world, Qilin Villa was still looking for Lang Zhong without a head, and Mu Xiu, who was in charge of monitoring Zhao Kai and the two, had already fallen into the huge trouble of Qianji Pavilion with Zhao Kai and the others.

In an ancestral hall of Qilin Villa, He Changgong looked at the dim magic weapon in his hand, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he still saluted respectfully to the tablet on it, and the anger gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of guilt.

Walking out of the ancestral hall, the magic weapon in his hand became even more dim, He Longbow stood quietly under the eaves, I don't know what he was thinking, and finally the magic weapon streamer changed again, after becoming dim enough, it instead shone like a flashback of light, the light was extraordinary, and then it collapsed and disintegrated itself, turned into aura, and dissipated in heaven and earth.

"The Evil Mountain in the West?" He Longbow muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly, and as soon as he held the void in his right hand, an almost transparent spiritual long sword appeared in front of him, and with a light leap, the sword was gone.