Zhang Qing gasped and half-knelt on the ground, while his internal qi was running rapidly in the meridians, squeezing out all the power of existence in an almost brutal way, without caring about the damage to the meridians and acupoints.

He knew that the hidden danger of doing this was very great, which was equivalent to constantly causing internal injuries to himself, and the meridians of the acquired realm were also relatively fragile, and it was easy to leave dark wounds that were difficult to recover.

But he couldn't take much care of it, because he had tried his best in the previous battle, or in the process of being unilaterally beaten by the organs. Although he was cultivating top-level exercises, and his internal qi was far thicker than his peers, the extraordinarily long battle still drained almost all of the internal qi that had been stored in the sea of qi and the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints.

More than half an hour had passed since the crossbow bolts above and the stone pillars below attacked at the same time, and there were only two pauses in between, each time only half a pillar of incense.

In fact, when he paused for the first time, Zhang Qing thought that he had finally exhausted the mechanism, so he did not seize the time to rest, but began to look for a way out while bandaging his wounds. As a result, after half a pillar of incense, the mechanism restarted, and his state was only half of what he was in his heyday, but the density of the two organs was significantly strengthened, so that Zhang Qing, who was caught off guard, was injured in many places.

After waiting for this round to be over, he hurriedly used the fastest method to stop the bleeding, and at the same time quickly recovered his pranayama. Sure enough, the third round of attacks was even more intensive, and even if Zhang Qing was prepared, he felt quite exhausted after blocking the last arrow.

At this time, Zhang Qing didn't even have time to wipe the blood stains on his body, so he could only gather the residual internal qi in a way that was almost self-harming to deal with the next attack. But what made him desperate was that even if he squeezed himself dry, the internal qi he gathered would not be enough than one percent of his normal state, and the gradient increase in attack intensity would probably make him unable to even hold on to a cup of tea.

And the Disaster Knife in his hand, which had long been accustomed to the weight, also had a heavy texture at this time, as if it had just been self-trained by this knife.

Estimating that the time was up, Zhang Qing struggled to his feet, and put on a posture that was easy to dodge and defend and prepare for the next wave of battles. Even if there is a great chance that he will not make it past the next round, he still does not intend to give up.

However, the owner of the palace was obviously not prepared to grind the people trapped in this hall to death with waves of endless mechanisms, and the arrows and stone pillars did not shoot at his crumbling body again as Zhang Qing had predicted.

"Bang-click", under Zhang Qing's nose, the wall directly opposite the hall door suddenly opened, revealing the wooden door behind it, and then the wooden door also opened by itself, revealing a crack in the door, as if beckoning Zhang Qing to enter it.

Seeing this way of leaving, Zhang Qing's heart was first relieved, and then tightened. The relief is that this hellish arrow pillar array has finally passed, and he doesn't have to be slowly grinded to death in this desperate reincarnation, but the tight thing is that the first level in this temple is so difficult, and he doesn't know what else is waiting for him behind.

However, he had no other way, and after trying to open the temple door again but could not get it, Zhang Qing had to wade through the ground full of broken stone pillars and scattered crossbow arrows - these things also caused Zhang Qing a lot of trouble in the battle just now, tripping him several times, leaving him with a few more wounds on his body.

He came to the open wooden door, but did not rush into it, but sat down next to it, first quickly treated the wounds on his body one by one, and then took two pills to speed up the recovery of his strength—if it weren't for the elixirs prepared by Oboni, he probably wouldn't have lasted at this time. Then I began to slowly regain my breath, and at the same time, I began to find a way to repair the broken meridians with some headaches.

The internal qi extracted by squeezing was useless at all, but caused his own internal injuries, and this wave was really a loss. Zhang Qing thought dejectedly. It's a pity that no one can judge the operating mechanism here, and Zhang Qing can only choose in the best direction at that time.

Fortunately, the palace master is still merciful, and gives the unlucky ghost who has been baptized by the organ time to rest, otherwise with Zhang Qing's current half-crippled state, he doesn't care about what is behind the door, and he doesn't want to pass through again.

After another half an hour of cultivation, under the powerful exercises and the best elixir, Zhang Qing finally had the strength to fight again, and the pearl on the roof of the hall also began to flicker brightly and darkly.

Zhang Qing understood that this should be urging him to move on, and the rest time did not seem to be infinite. Although he didn't know what the situation would be if he forcibly stayed, he still felt that it was better to be honest and follow the palace master's requirements.

He could see something, and the palace master probably didn't set up the trap to put the entrant to death. You must know that Zhang Qing's skill is the shallowest among all those who entered this place, and he also saw several outer gods and innates entering the ruins in front of him.

And these mechanisms, while difficult for him, are nothing to others. There is a break in the time of each attack, and after the battle, there is a portal to move to the next level, which makes this place feel like a place of trial.

In addition, it is impossible for the guidance of the Heavenly Sword Space to let him enter the Jedi, and it is impossible for those puppets outside to just start listening to him, and the mechanism inside will kill him.

Zhang Qing even suspected that it was an intelligent system that controlled the mechanism here, which could judge the realm of the martial artists who had entered here. Because the previous three waves of attacks were almost stuck at his limit, he didn't believe it was just because of his good luck.

Regardless, having the courage to move forward is the only option. He took a deep breath and stood up, closed his eyes and muttered for a moment, and finally opened his eyes sharply, and in the flashing light, he pulled open the wooden door and walked inside.

Originally, there was a pearl lighting on the outside, and there seemed to be no light source inside the door, so it was dark and difficult to see, and it could only roughly feel like a corridor.

Zhang Qing moved inward step by step, and the light behind him was getting farther and farther away, and he could see the shadow in front of him stretching longer and longer, until the end of the corridor.

The corridor was not long, only thirty or so steps to a door. There was no hesitation when he arrived, and he pushed the door open again, and inside was darker than the hallway.

However, when Zhang Qing's two feet stepped on the ground on the side of the door, the originally dark scene slowly lit up, and what appeared in front of him was a room much smaller than the white hall just now.

The square circle is only four or five zhang in size, and even the height is only one zhang, and there is no other furniture in a square room, except for a desk in the middle of the room and a futon in front of the desk. The light comes from the four corners of the house, each with a small pearl, bright but soft, the light is not dazzling, and it makes people very comfortable.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a sense of familiarity immediately appeared in Zhang Qing's heart, and he didn't make many memories before discovering where this familiarity came from.

(I'm back to my hometown today, and I'm going to stay until after the New Year.) I originally wanted to write this chapter on the bullet train, but I happened to meet a high school classmate I hadn't seen for eleven years and chatted all the way...... The girls are more than three years old, and my household registration book still hasn't come in handy, alas~~)

(End of chapter)