The white mist is thick, like a strange beast, opening its huge mouth and swallowing up all the ants that dare to enter.

Deep in the courtyard, in the open space away from the cloister, hellish sounds could be heard.

This is where the exit from one of the dungeons of the Tang Gate is located, and the door to the exit is open at this time.

It's not that someone escaped from prison, it's the agency.

At 12 a.m., when the fog clears, a cell opens automatically. It's not an anomaly, it's already set up.

"Help, help! I'm a ghost... Ahh

"It hurts, it hurts, who is going to kill me, give me a good time!"

In the thick fog, the prisoners who had just escaped from the dungeon were bleeding, and some strange metal bugs were surging under their skin.

They wailed like voices on the path of Shura.

Xia Ren is a little tired, these people should not be from the Tang Sect, but since they will all die, it is better to tell himself some secrets before he dies and not in vain for his rare night walk.

So, he let go of his steps and walked slowly.

With his true anger, he bounced away at will and flew the metal bee puppet that didn't have long eyes.

Walking to a place where there was a figure moving, he coughed and said, "This..."

However, before he could speak, the figure had already turned, and up close you could faintly see his eyes hollow, bleeding from his seven orifices, and something surging in his throat, unable to even cry out in pain.

Xia Ren exhaled lightly, and an invisible breath passed directly through the person's head, so he stopped struggling and slowly fell to the ground.

Two or three in a row.

Xia Ren couldn't help but sigh: "It's really hell." ”

Looking at this appearance, he felt that there should be no living people, and he was a little interested.

Turning around and about to leave, he suddenly heard a dull roar from a place not far away.

He smiled and walked over.

As he got closer, the sound came to his ears more and more clearly.

"It's really a treasure given by Uncle Ouyang, and it also hides Uncle Ouyang's seven strengths. A crisp woman's voice.

"No, it's only going to last five minutes... Those monsters are coming in!" a trembling man's voice was mixed with a low growl.

"You... Do you have any internal strength, hurry up and get it in!" the man shouted anxiously.

"Uncle Shi is a grandmaster! The entrance to this rockery is so small, the protective air shield shouldn't disappear so quickly!" the woman's voice was questioning.

"It should be said that it is a miracle that this air shield can low-grade these terrifying mechanical puppets for so long..."The man's voice said anxiously, "Hurry up, do you still have any internal strength!"

"Hurry up, just survive three hours after midnight, these monsters will be gone, and we should be safe. ”

"Three hours, can we hold on?" another vicissitudes man sighed, "I have just been pranayama for a few minutes, and there should be some more internal qi in the qi river, and I should be able to replenish it again." ”

"I want my Splendid Sword King to rank two hundred and forty-three on the list of heroes, but I don't want to end up like this!" he sighed heavily, and the sound of luck sounded in the narrow rockery cave.

"Isn't ranking two hundred and forty-three rare?" the woman pouted, "It's not like no one has died here among the top 100 heroes?"

"At midnight at the Tang Gate, it was when the king of Hades knocked on the door. Who made us leave some bad noise on the rivers and lakes, so that the people in the Tang Sect quietly captured us in the dungeon in the name of chivalry and righteousness, and then opened the prison door in the early hours of the morning to conduct their experiments. ”

"The rivers and lakes are well known on the third floor of the Tang Gate: Tiangong, Earth, and the World, respectively in charge of secret weapons, poisons, light skills and techniques. ”

"But no one knows, the real horror of the Tang Sect is the magic of the puppet..."

"yes, we know, so we're not far from death. ”

The man holding a strange purple gold ornament looked at the aura shield that was getting darker and darker, and showed a look of fear.

At this moment, the narrow entrance to the rockery suddenly went dark.

A face poked in, hazy in the mist, but it felt extremely young and delicate.

The three people hiding in it couldn't help but froze.

"Isn't it crowded inside?" asked the boy with a smile, his voice old and hoarse, and although it was done on purpose, no one could tell the difference in this environment.

And the woman hesitated and opened her mouth, "Outside... Are the puppets out there gone?"

The young man reached back, and after a cracking sound of "Karakala", he withdrew his hand and spread it out in front of the three of them.

In the palm of his hand was a metal bee puppet.

"That's what you're talking about? The person who called has a headache. The boy said distressedly.

The shock in the hearts of the three of them is beyond measure...

It's not a headache to call, okay!!

At this time, the three of them noticed that there was still a buzzing sound behind the handsome young man that made people's eardrums burst.

A hint of fear suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three of them, this young man could not be from the Tang Sect...

Those who have taken the step of the Grandmaster...

Legend!!

No, it can't be! The three of them immediately rejected their ideas.

As we all know, the only living legend in the Tang Sect is the mysterious and unpredictable Mrs. Tang, and Mrs. Tang cannot be a man, let alone a teenager.

"What's wrong?" the boy laughed, "Your conversation just now has taught me a lot of things, but I still have some doubts. ”

"Hmm... This purple gold ornament can actually hold up an air cover?" Xia Ren showed a strange color, there are really a lot of weird and strange things on the rivers and lakes.

"I just heard you say that this thing needs internal force to continue to hold up the air hood, right?"

The three of them nodded frequently, and suddenly one of the men said, "I don't know if the master can help us, I am the King of the Splendid Sword, and I must remember the great grace!"

"I, Ouyang Sifang, will also remember the great grace!"

"Me Ouyang Yi too!"

The three of them watched with amazement, and this could be the only savior.

Xia Ren touched his head, and directly reached out to hold the purple gold ornament, and there was a slight burning sensation in his hand, and there were some vague and regular textures between the metals. It's like a copper coin that I got from the cold winter.

"How can I help you?" Xia Ren said casually, "Let's say it first, I can't take you out of here." ”

The eyes of the three of them dimmed slightly, and then they also accepted the reality. The woman said in a pleading tone, "I hope you can cross a trace of internal strength, the power in this ornament is almost exhausted." ”

"Oh, it's easy. Isn't it just internal force..."Xia Ren nodded, held the palm of the Zijin ornament and directly proposed the two hundred years of pure internal force, input this internal force into the ornament, and then carefully feel the changes in the metal.

With the passage of internal forces, the strange textures between the metals, which are close to emptiness, suddenly enrich and circulate, outlining a strange trajectory.

The three people in the cave saw that the screen, which had gradually dimmed and thinned, suddenly became thicker, originally only a trace thick, like foam, under the sprint of the metal bee puppet, it was as dangerous as an egg, and I was afraid that it would not last for a minute.

At this time, it became an arm thick, and the difference was immeasurable.

"What kind of metal is this?" asked Xia Ren.

At this time, a few people didn't know that the big monster in front of them was likely to be some rejuvenation, so they said respectfully: "The younger generation doesn't know much, but I heard that this is made of a special material called snake copper." ”

"This is obviously purple gold, how can it be copper?"

"It is said that the larger snake copper will be purple, while the smaller pieces will remain reddish-yellow. A respectful voice replied.

Xia Ren nodded, so he casually threw this purple gold ornament to them, turned around and entered the thick mist again.

As for why they are here, it is already clear from their conversations, and there is no need to ask any more questions.

With a keen sense, he returned to his room, and after doing a good rinse, he cleaned up the thick fog before going to bed.

This night detective, except for those prisoners who were used as experiments, never saw anyone from the Tang Sect from beginning to end.

It can be seen that at midnight in Tangmen, it is indeed a forbidden place.