Just when the flow of heaven and earth aura in that palace began to gradually become clear, Yang Zhao suddenly felt that this transformation of light and darkness was unreasonable, but it made people feel the wonder of the great power of heaven and earth.

From Yang Zhao's position, the thick darkness looked like a sleeping beast, and with his breathing, his huge body also fluctuated slightly. After watching it for a long time, it is more like a wave of black tides that slowly rise and contract, with a breathtaking oppressive force.

And at a distance of one mile from the light, through the angle formed between the light of the aura and the darkness, Yang Zhao could barely see that there was a layer of transparent barrier that shone like waves, standing between the statues, up and down, and there was no edge at all.

"This should be the famous Aurora Wall. Yang Zhao muttered to himself in his mouth, Legend has it that this aurora wall is self-prohibited, in order to block the heavens and the earth, turn the aura of heaven and earth into the aurora element magnet, and specialize in breaking a qiē flying sword magic weapon, protecting the true breath of the body, which is a rare treasure.

Unexpectedly, there was such a treasure hidden in the wall of this statue, and after hearing Yang Zhao's words, Lianyi couldn't help but start to be surprised.

The two of them soon arrived at the gap in the aurora wall where the aura flowed, and at this time, the long howls of those demons from outside the sky were also heard in the distance.

Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so he began to look up, at the gap in this aurora wall, the aura was expanding and contracting like a living thing, as if there was a strange force, pulling the aura and slowly repairing the rift in this side.

Of course, at this rate, maybe it may not be possible to succeed in a thousand years, but it was the first time for Yang Zhao to see such a self-healing prohibition, and his curiosity was aroused for a while. I have already thrown away a qiē worry, and I can't wait to lie on the aurora wall to study.

The dressing on the side looked funny, lying on Yang Zhao's back and coughing lightly, bringing him back to his senses, Fang smiled and said: "Why do you still want to study this strange prohibition? If we continue to study, we will really not be able to get out of here!"

Looking at the worried appearance of the jumper, Yang Zhao knew that her heart knot had been completely untied, and this was also something he couldn't ask for.

He also smiled, touched his head, and looked around. Estimated the shape of the notch.

"It's really hard for me to be banned. There is interference from the aurora wall, and the distribution of aura in this gap is very chaotic, and it is difficult for us to get through. ”

Yang Zhao touched the flowing aura with his hand, and said, "Look. The aura went all the way beyond the statue. There seems to be an automatic way to warn of you. ”

I didn't expect to say it as soon as I finished speaking. Behind him there was a loud sound, and the sound was heard far away, and it was the warning and prohibition sounded.

But look inside the palace. Yang Zhao shrugged her shoulders, and when she saw that the expression of the dress was already showing admiration, she knew that she was convinced.

It is also quite an achievement for a man to be able to convince a beautiful woman of himself.

Yang Zhao's heart was happy, but he knew that he would accept it when he saw it, so he was ready to try to see if he could get through the prohibition of guò.

He was about to fly when another ringing rang in his ears, only this time in a far direction.

Yang Zhao and Lianyi were still wondering if it was another false alarm, but the next moment the two of them were shocked at the same time, and they had already noticed the difference in the vitality surging outside the statue.

"There is an enemy!"

The sound was still in my ears, and I saw several sword lights flashing outside the statue, which were already extinct.

The dress frowned slightly, but he looked steadily out of the statue, and seemed to be a little worried.

As the distance approached, even Yang Zhao could detect the fluctuation of that party's vitality, and at this time, the battle seemed to have come to an end.

When Yang Zhao saw the enemy, it was also when those several sword qi shook the other party to death.

There were five corpses outside the statue, which made Yang Zhao feel cold between his teeth, how long did it take for the five opponents to die, is this person's cultivation so strong?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he knew that he was wrong, if there was no one else here, where did the vitality shock during the fight come from?

Just as he was embarrassed, he felt something, and his gaze shifted to the gate of the palace beyond the statue, where a man was approaching with a sword.

That is, at the moment of one in ten thousand, Yang Zhao and the person looked at each other, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, and at this moment, he seemed to be a little distracted!

What a beautiful and familiar face it was!

At this moment, the reality seemed to be thrown away, leaving only the face that was becoming more and more real and closer, as if it was a reversal of time, making him instantly return to the moment when he fought with this girl.

How does that empty face in the face of death coincide with the beauty and delicacy of this reality?

In a trance, he heard King Ming and the others greet her, and she also responded with a smile, but Yang Zhao only felt that the other party's eyes were completely focused on this statue, and there seemed to be a very peculiar meaning in it.

Yang Zhao felt a chill in the back of his head, and at this moment, he understood that the ghostly eyes were none other than her!

Yang Zhao knew that his face must be very, very ugly, but it was nothing, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, listened to the strange sound in his throat, and there was a surprising dead silence in his mind.

The sound of breathing, heartbeat, and even blood flowing, even the slight sound of pores opening and closing, were clearly fed back into his heart.

The qualitative nature of Huang Ting Jindan began to change little by little, and in the unfathomable void cracks, the purple void intent and the flowing aura were intertwined and shining, as if he had sensed the coming blood, and the death qi began to appear.

He was sensitive to tens of thousands of times more sensitive, and suddenly realized that the gaze of the jumper had changed, or rather, her gaze had crossed his shoulder and looked behind him.

Then, he saw the jumpie behind him open his mouth slightly, his eyes full of horror.

This change slowed down, and he was amazed at the separation of his lips, but a swift cry like an arrow penetrated into his ears: "Get down!"

Yang Zhao's body was faster than his thoughts, and before he could speak, his body fell to the ground like a piece of rotten wood.

There was a cold on his back, followed by a hot pain, he instinctively inhaled a cool breath, however, the breath was only half in the abdomen, his heart was already ringing alarm bells, and he didn't have time to consider the cause of the situation, his waist and abdomen tensed, and he turned over suddenly.

At the same time as he rolled, a dazzling flame erupted from the ground, and no matter how fast he was, he was swept to half of his body by the edge of the fire.

Pain, fear, anger, all kinds of emotions came to his heart, instantly shattering all his reserve, and before he could land, he let out a very suppressed roar.

The Void Sword pierced into the hard rocky ground, and when it was pulled out again, the tip of the sword was already blood-red, and the scorching sword qi steamed away the blood stains in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zhao lay on the ground at this time and didn't dare to move, and his clothes also withdrew the black thorn, and the sudden impact of the fire was blocked by the Void Sword, but no matter what, Yang Zhao was still injured.

I don't know what's strange in this fire, the pain of the wound is far beyond Yang Zhao's understanding of the burn.

Moreover, seeing that the first wave of pain had passed, and another wave of indescribable itching, bursting out of the wound and invading the bone marrow, he couldn't help but reach out and grab it, and only halfway through, his wrist was caught.

Yang Zhao let out a low roar, instinctively trying to break away.

"If you don't want to die, don't move!"

The voice of the jumper was more stern than it had ever been, but Yang Zhao was a little confused by the fire poison that had entered his body, and his brain didn't seem to be very clear.

As soon as he backhanded, he grabbed the slender hand of the jumpsuit, panting and trying to speak, but choked in his throat, unable to spit out half a word, his head was buzzing in a hurry, and the sounds of the outside world became blurred.

It seems that the owner of that flame said something to Lianyi, and Lianyi also replied a few words, Yang Zhao's heart was already filled with fear, because maybe the next moment, the black thorn of Lianyi would pierce his chest!

The only thing that could comfort him at this time was the warm and slender palm of the dress, which still showed no signs of strength.

At this moment, a cold palm was placed on his forehead.

Strange to say, when the cool air on the other party's hand penetrates the skin, the physical pain subsides a lot.

Yang Zhao's frantic mood began to fall, and the voices of the outside world were stationed again.

“...... Fortunately, the poison did not hurt the bones, however, this poisonous fire is very powerful, it will constantly corrode the sea of mind and soul, even if there is an elixir to poison, but if you want to remove this poisonous fire from the root, I am afraid that it is not possible to do it in a year and a half, and fortunately, someone planted jade in his body to ward off evil spirits, otherwise it ......"

The familiar voice that was as weak as water, but because of the calm tone and a lively variation at the end of the conversation, it completely presented two different flavors.

Just listening to this voice can break the soul and bones, and make people have infinite reverie.

Yang Zhao gritted his teeth and opened his eyes: sure enough, it was Yun Luan, how could she chase after her so quickly?

Moreover, this Yun Luan and the last time he was accidentally caught by Yang Zhao even looked like two people, which also made him a little frightened.

It was the face that gave him a bit of death and fear, elegant and weak, quiet but gentle, no matter what angle she looked at, although she only had a girlish figure and face, but no matter what, it seemed that there was still a grace that could make men in the world die for it, which became more and more obvious after she no longer concealed her ability and demeanor.

Even, when the eyes of the two sides exchanged eyes again, Yang Zhao was even more worried!

He didn't know why Yun Luan could still come in after the mysterious figure left the palace?

But the subtle glint in the other party's eyes only revealed one meaning - "That is, you are dead!"

But for some reason, Yun Luan didn't send him to the eighteenth layer of hell with mockery, sarcastic words, or a sword as he imagined.

All he saw was gentle and gentle care and treatment, when the muscle-building elixir was evenly scattered on the wound, the cool breath almost wiped out all the pain, that is, Yang Zhao knew a lot about the elixir, and he also knew that this medicine had an amazing effect than the best elixir he had ever used.

Is this a cat and mouse?

Thinking of this, Yang Zhao also felt as if he was drunk. (To be continued......)