Li Guotao and Chen Yuanyuan glanced at each other, Chen Yuanyuan Nunu mouthed, and followed, and Li Guotao naturally followed.

Zhou Anjing commanded people to clean up the mess, and he had no intention of following.

Chen Yuanyuan walked on the road, listening to Zhang Wenli's heartbeat, it was very steady, as if there was nothing abnormal, and it was the same as usual.

It's normal.

It is precisely because it is normal that Chen Yuanyuan feels abnormal.

The road is still the same road, the first half is the same as when Chen Yuanyuan went to see Qian Daoren, and when he arrived at the dividing line between the back house and the outer house, he walked in.

But it's a different path.

However, the houses on this road are different from the rest, in short, there are many incomprehensible symbols and patterns painted on the houses.

Li Guotao and Chen Yuanyuan were both a little nervous.

Li Guotao was nervous because Li Guotao was already well-informed, and when he saw this, he knew that he was extraordinary, while Chen Yuanyuan felt the terrifying power contained in this unknown symbol.

Even the current Chen Yuanyuan is a little frightened.

To be honest, Chen Yuanyuan is definitely not a weak person now, especially after the darkness.

There are at least three kinds of power in his body, one of which is the power of Mr. Xilu, and this power has even reached the realm of the peak of the fourth grade.

The second is Zhang Wenli's strength, his strength is even weaker, but it is also more refined, these two powerful forces suppressed Chen Yuanyuan's original internal force is not outstanding.

Originally, if it went on like this, how could Chen Yuanyuan end up with a vein countercurrent and explode and die, but now, they are all very well-behaved, because another force in Chen Yuanyuan's body is controlling them.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't know what kind of force it was, but it could be seen that compared with this force, whether it was Mr. Xilu or Li Guotao's internal force, it seemed to be yellow sand to gold, and there was no comparison.

It's just that Chen Yuanyuan also knows that this power can only be maintained until the dawn world, the moment the sun comes out.

When the sun comes out, its power disappears and melts like snow, and when that time comes...... Chen Yuanyuan didn't want to think about it anymore.

It was only in this imagination that Zhang Wenli stopped, in front of a house.

This house is no different from the others.

The ordinary door, with vermilion lacquer and bronze knocker, just looks a little elegant and delicate, and does not seem to be the architectural form of the northern country.

Zhang Wenli pushed the door open.

The hinges are very well maintained and do not make any creaking sounds.

Li Guotao then entered, and then Chen Yuanyuan.

Red glazed tiles, head-on is a small building, and east and west two small buildings, the eaves are stilts, as if to break through the sky, in the middle of the yard is a small well, white bricks and stones, green moss, a very quiet place.

It's just that I don't know why, it's late, and there are no lights in this courtyard.

It is not accurate to say that there are no lights, and there are also a few strings of red lanterns hanging in front of the small building, which are also red.

It's just that the hut in the building is still dark, no one is holding the lamp, and there is no sound, lifeless, and sometimes a little gloomy.

Zhang Wenli motioned for Chen Yuanyuan to wait at the door, walked over by himself, walked to the small building facing the door, walked up the side stairs, and walked to the door on the second floor in the eyes of Chen Yuanyuan and Li Guotao.

Chen Yuanyuan thought that Zhang Wenli would knock on the door, maybe he didn't need to knock on the door, someone would open the door.

Or maybe the door opens without wind.

But Zhang Wenli did not do this. He pushed the door open and walked inside.

Before entering, he didn't even look at Chen Yuanyuan and Li Guotao.

Chen Yuanyuan stood here and watched, with his current five senses, he could naturally hear that in this courtyard, only himself, Li Guotao and Zhang Wenli were left.

It stands to reason that even if you enter this door, you can still hear what you can hear.

It's just that Chen Yuanyuan is still too confident.

He looked up at the door with burning eyes.

There are quirks.

Just imagining it, he heard Li Guotao snort and took two steps back, Chen Yuanyuan turned his head to look and found that Li Guotao's face was pale and his eyes were a little gloomy, and he couldn't help asking, "Uncle Li, is this?"

I saw Li Guotao pointing to the door and said: "This door is strange." ”

"Silence. ”

In just two words, that's the weirdness of this door.

Others may not understand, but how could Chen Yuanyuan not know.

Silence means extinction.

It is the thought of silence.

It's just that how could there be this silent thought attached to this door and make Li Guotao suffer a big loss?

Chen Yuanyuan's face was solemn, but the dry finger of his right hand drew a talisman in the void and pointed it on Li Guotao's forehead, and Li Guotao did not resist.

I only felt a stream of heat enter my brain, and my brain was suddenly clear.

Li Guotao looked at Chen Yuanyuan incredulously, this kind of method has gone beyond ordinary means, and even beyond the means of martial artists, and has reached another realm in the legend.

More than three products, red dust immortals.

But not so long ago, the young master was still ......

Li Guotao couldn't think about it anymore, but Chen Yuanyuan didn't pay attention to Li Guotao, he was very busy now.

Busy holding dry fingers and using tricks.

He didn't want to see through what's behind the door, but he didn't want to die here in a daze.

So layer upon layer of protection is built around him, and it's layers of air—air is like water, we always need it, but we never want it to be angry.

People are afraid of tsunamis, of monstrous floods, and of hurricanes and tornadoes, and of the yellow sand on the desert, which will move mountains like mountains.

That's the power of air -- that's the power of air's anger.

Chen Yuanyuan's surroundings were filled with angry air, layers of wind, layers of terrifying, layer by layer of whistling blades.

Densely packed around them.

The cold, furious wind, like a black dragon, slowly disappeared into the air.

It's as if it never existed.

Li Guotao felt the undisguised strong killing intent and fierce wind, and habitually simulated it in his mind.

What he wanted to simulate was whether he could break through this barrier.

The result shocked him.

At least at the cost of an arm.

Li Guotao was surprised because he was convinced that the more he receives, the more he will give.

With such a powerful energy, what did Chen Yuanyuan give?

We don't care what Li Guotao thinks, and we don't care what Chen Yuanyuan thinks, we just talk about that door.

There was no sound behind the door, no movement.

But Chen Yuanyuan had goosebumps all over his body, and he had a feeling of being peeped at, and this feeling came from a black window somewhere in the small building in front of him, where there must have been a pair of eyes, looking at him quietly.