Ling Fan passed through the Colorful Gate, although it seemed that he had experienced something thrilling, but after all, he was still alive.

Seeing that Ling Fan really passed alive, the others who had already wanted to give up suddenly became ready to move.

Of the seven people who entered the Colorful Gate before, only one was alive, and the other six had no corpses. Such a chance of survival, coupled with the tragic situation after death, makes other people even if they want to try, but thinking about the six people who died, they no longer have the courage to take a step towards the Colorful Gate.

However, Ling Fan's smooth passage gave hope to others.

Although even if Ling Fan succeeded in entering, only two people succeeded, and there were already six people who died.

But this time, after all, Ling Fan was the only one trying to enter, giving the others the feeling that everyone else had succeeded.

Ling Fan's success gave them confidence, and as they talked to each other, this confidence swelled rapidly.

"Since the kid in the early stage of Jindan can succeed, I will definitely be able to do it too!"

In this way, almost from the mouth of the majority of the mouth, there is a confident look on their faces, and only a few people have a worried look on their faces, as if they have little confidence in themselves.

Of course, what drives these people to want to enter the Colorful Gate is not only this confidence, but also the treasures hidden in the Colorful Gate.

There must be treasures in the Gate of Colors.

No one has any objection to such a point of view.

This is not only because of the majestic vision before the Wangu Mountain, and it is clear at a glance that there is a strange treasure, but also because of the faint coercion emanating from the Colorful Gate.

In the Gate of Colorful Colors, there is at least one treasure, and that is the source of coercion!

As these people talked more and more enthusiastically, gradually, there were already people walking towards the Colorful Gate one after another.

Outside the Colorful Gate, it was boiling at this time, but inside the Colorful Gate, it was quiet.

Ling Fanzhi entered the palace from the moment he entered, and did not look for a door to enter like the person before, but stood in place and looked at the colorful gate in the palace.

This colorful door is a one-way portal that can only enter but not exit.

But even so, you can see everything outside through here.

Seeing that many people wanted to enter, Ling Fan was overjoyed, but seeing that Gu Yun was indifferent to entering here, he suddenly sighed in his heart.

In Ling Fan's mind, if Gu Yun entered the Gate of Colorful Colors, he might be able to be killed by the cold qi that tortured Ling Fan. If this is the case, it will save him one more enemy.

Even if Gu Yun successfully entered, in this palace, Ling Fan believed that he would definitely have the opportunity to fight Gu Yun alone.

At that time, many hidden means will be able to be used, even if his cultivation is not as good as Gu Yun, but under the exhaustion of the means, the victory or defeat of the two sides is not yet known.

However, since Gu Yun didn't have the slightest intention of taking risks, Ling Fan could only sigh secretly.

Seeing that many people were already walking towards the Colorful Gate, Ling Fan shook his head and found a stone gate on the far left and walked over, a stone gate next to this door was the place where the only one who was alive among the seven people just now was going.

Stay here and wait for the others to come in, maybe a big battle is inevitable, and instead of wasting your energy on fighting these people, it is better to save some energy and use it to deal with the unknown dangers here.

"I don't know where the person who came in before has gone. ”

Ling Fan muttered softly, and had already stepped into a door.

Inside the door, it is not a room, but a passage.

This passage is two zhang wide, and even if seven or eight people pass side by side, it will not look crowded.

On both sides of the passage, every two or three zhang distance, there will be a fist-sized night pearl inlaid on the wall.

Although the pearl was not bright at night, the faint light shining on the pale blue wall was reflected in the light light of the entire passage.

The pale blue walls are not only unique in color, but also very solid.

Ling Fan tried to punch the wall, but only smashed a shallow pit less than an inch.

You must know that Ling Fan's punch, even if it is a treasure weapon, is probably enough to smash it.

In this sturdy passage, there was no sound at all, only the snapping sound of Ling Fan's feet on the ground, this sound kept echoing here, and I didn't know how far it would go.

Although this passage seemed to be safe, Ling Fan's speed was not fast.

Unknown places, hidden unknown dangers, not to mention the existence of the True Array on the Eternal Ancient Mountain, made Ling Fan have to walk carefully in the passage, so as not to fall into the unknown killing array if he is not careful.

Be careful, although the speed is not fast, but it is better to be safe.

After walking for half an hour, Ling Fan saw a change at the end of the passage.

"It's coming to the end?" Ling Fan looked at the bright point of light in the distance, frowning and muttering to himself.

"But if this is the end, why haven't I met the one who is still alive?"

With such a question in mind, the speed under his feet was naturally faster.

But as the so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, although he saw the bright spots in the distance, when he really came to the point of light not far away, it had actually passed an hour.

"It's finally here!"

For an hour, just running in this passage, even Ling Fan, who had long been accustomed to boredom, couldn't help but complain.

But when he saw what he looked like at the end of the passage, the look of complaint was immediately replaced by surprise.

I saw that beyond the end of the passage, there was a place that had just emitted white light, and it was actually a hall again.

This hall was not much different from the palace that Ling Fan had seen after he first entered the Colorful Gate.

They are all close to the size of a radius of dozens of zhang, the golden walls are shining, and the hall is empty, if there is no difference, the difference is that in this hall, there are only three doors.

One of them was the direction in which Ling Fan came in, the other stone gate was next to the stone gate that Ling Fan came into, and the last one was on the opposite side of these two doors, all three of them were exactly the same in size and material, like twins made of the same mold.

"How come there are three doors here?"

If it was said that there were eight doors like the first hall, Ling Fan could still understand it. If there were only two doors here, one was the one Ling Fan came into, and the other was the place to go to the next point, Ling Fan could understand it.

But there are three of them!

"What's going on? Is it a labyrinth?"

Ling Fan frowned and paced slowly in this hall, thinking about the question at this time.

But just as he was walking around the hall, he suddenly stopped his steps, and his originally wandering eyes were firmly fixed on his feet.

I saw that at this time, next to his feet, there were a few points of red on the light blue stones.

"How can there be blood here?"

Ling Fan muttered softly as he squatted down and tapped the blood with his hand.

"Just left?!"

Ling Fan exclaimed, and immediately looked at the bloodstains on the ground, only to see that the direction in which the bloodstains were dripping was pointing to the stone gate opposite.

This colorful door has just been opened, and before it is opened, I don't know how many years it has been buried in the ancient mountains.

Ling Fan believed that there must have been no living creatures here before, but at this time, there were blood stains here, and it seemed to have just been left, there was only one possibility, that is, the one who left this blood was the only one who survived among the few people who opened the door of seven colors.

"How did he end up here? I remember that he didn't go this way."

Ling Fan frowned and muttered while thinking, before the words fell, his gaze had already surrendered to a stone door.

This stone door was the one that Ling Fan didn't know what it was used for.

"Could it be that the stone gate that the man entered also leads to here?"

Without other evidence, Ling Fan could only guess.

But if this speculation is true, there are a total of eight stone doors in the first hall, then doesn't it mean that the eight passages behind these eight doors will merge into one for every two passages here!

If it continues to merge like this, when he walks from here to the next hall, will it merge in pairs, if this is the case, then Ling Fan will pass through two more halls along the passage, and the place where all the eight stone doors lead will gather together again!

Could that hall, where all the passages converge, be the end of the whole palace?

There is such a guess in my heart, but this guess can only be proved little by little as it continues to advance.

The most important thing at the moment is to continue along the passage.

"By the way, why is that person dripping blood here, is he injured?"

Ling Fan suddenly caught a glimpse of the blood under his feet, and asked himself again, but as soon as the question came out, a worry suddenly appeared in his originally puzzled eyes.

"Oh no!

The blood trail began to appear from the center of the hall until the stone door at the exit.

And from the stone door that came in to the center of the hall, there was not the slightest trace of blood left on the ground.

Such a sign almost made Ling Fan guess in an instant that the reason for the person's bleeding injury must be because of the unknown danger in this hall.

Thinking of this, Ling Fan immediately rushed towards the exit stone gate, but even if his reaction was considered fast, it was still too late.

Before he could rush to the location of the stone gate, a scorching air fell from the sky, and when he subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction where the heat wave came, he saw that the original golden ceiling actually condensed a fiery red, as if a canopy of heaven had fallen down!