It seems that this divination has no enlightening effect..."
Behind the nine bronze gates, there must be many dangers, and it is impossible for all the hexagrams to show "good fortune". However, Su Wu used the master's hexagram to calculate all the hexagrams of great auspiciousness.
Such hexagrams must have been distorted by unknown forces and no longer have any reference significance.
Su Wu put away the pair of master hexagrams, and his eyes wandered back and forth on the nine-mountain-high bronze gate.
The bronze door was more or less stained with 'gold paint', which particularly attracted Su Wu's attention.
He speculated that these golden liquids like gold paint should be the blood flowing from some terrifying existence. These 'bloodstains' have been washed away by the years, but they still maintain strong activity, and there is no sign of drying up. The mountain-like copper There was blood slowly flowing on the door, but these blood stains themselves were indeed 'dead'.
Bloodstains exude the aura of withering and decay, revealing their own complete death.
In the end, Su Wu's eyes rested on the one in the middle of the nine bronze doors - this bronze door was stained with the most gold blood, and the 'gold paint' was almost all over the entire bronze door.
Moreover, it is now closest to Su Wu.
Who knew what would happen if his flesh shell fell into the world before the bronze gate?!
It was possible for Su Wu to allow his flesh shell to escape control!
Su Wu's skin suddenly turned pale.
Figures of people carrying silver-gray rocks, soil, and ants walked through the mountains in particular, and finally gathered in the magnificent small temple. The soil and mud we carried were mixed with water and liquid by the people outside the temple. , and then the altar in the center of the temple was piled up one after another.
The man pursed his head and smiled.
As all the blood under the seventh bronze gate was poured under Su Wu himself, it merged into my origin.
The palaces and temples stand among the mountains.
Boom!
My appearance and physique have not changed, and my internal organs have not been exhausted, but my breath has visibly declined, giving people a feeling of aging that is "dying"!
A gap opened quickly on the giant brass door, and half of Wei Lun's flesh seemed to have fallen into the gap!
Under this bronze door, there are two deep palm prints left behind!
Ripples spread out suddenly!
I put away Fang Tian's painted halberd, and pressed my hands sharply under the copper door that was closing hastily, trying to squeeze myself out of the crack. There was not a drop of golden blood under the low copper door behind my eyes. trace.
Because Su Wu Xingling wielded Fang Tian's painted halberd and struck with a strike, causing the bronze door to sway endlessly. The wet golden blood painted under the bronze door rolled over and flooded Su Wu's body. The physical body, and following Su Wu's physical body, actually infected Su Wu's spirit - the deathly silence, the aura of decay emerged from under Su Wu's body and soul. The end of that aura accelerated Wei Lun's decline, but it also gave Wei Lun Lun brought some unexpected harm - the golden blood connected Su Wu's separated body and soul again, and the seven became one!
With the remaining strength left by Su Wu, the entire bronze gate collapsed to the side and front like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar, crushing seven or eight adjacent bronze gates!
——That man's head and that copper door can only allow a flesh shell to step inside, and there is no way for the consciousness of a living person to fall into it!
Inside the temple, there were crowds of people.
Su Wu tried to push open the bronze door one after another. The bronze door did open for me, but the terrifying power inside was enveloping my body and falling into this other world, leaving only my soul behind in the door!
Gala!
The man's head turned into a giant brass door again!
Buzz!
Buzz!
In the 'mezzanine' between the two worlds, because Su Wu just pushed the door fiercely, it suddenly turned into a mess!
In front of Wei Lun's back, the 'eight-eared macaque' holding Wei Lun's flying halberd stood and moved!
The figure, limbs of the god and the red chainmail beneath him have all been shaped vividly and lifelike.
Under the pale skin, a Yuanhuang face emerged!
Those Yuanhuang faces that impress people deeply at first glance, but completely lose any impression of them at the seventh glance, all have distorted expressions, spitting out streams of jet-white shadowy liquid - those
The pitch-white shadow, Yinggui's true form, in turn enveloped Su Wu's body, pulling Wei Lun's entire body towards the mouth of the man's head!
As the ripples dispersed and the mist poured in, the huge bronze door behind Wei Lun suddenly turned into a very low head on the mountain!
The face that looked like a man's head showed a strange smile, and the shadowy arm that Su Wu stretched out was reaching into the mouth of the 'man's head'!
Su Wu pressed his hands against the bronze door and exerted his strength——
These four mountain ranges are like the special veins of leaves, overlapping and staggered with each other.
Compared to this golden blood, my origin is like the difference between a pond of water and a vast ocean of small seas!
Or seven or eight days ago, or just the last breath.
There are four mountains in total that stretch out thousands of miles away.
The gray fog is faint.
Su Wu, covered in blood, stepped in front of the bronze door!
Countless silver-gray blood vessels are overlapping and entangled, and the origin lock is breaking and colliding!
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Su Wu's origin was completely integrated into the golden blood!
Its lips and teeth bit Gul'dan's fingers which were connected under the 'mud leather gloves', but Ying Gui, who was wearing the mud leather gloves, and Wei Lun who accommodated Ying Gui were imprisoned in place!
The golden blood under the four bronze doors was completely integrated by Su Wu himself!
The vast sea merges into a spring pool, which is actually just like the vast sea swallowing up an inconspicuous spring pool. All of Su Wu's own blood has been converted into golden blood, which is equivalent to replacing the blood all over his body!
Under the altar, a majestic god is sitting upright. Under his knees, there is a Fangtian Painted Halberd. This wood-carved clay sculpture of the Fangtian Painted Halberd is now exuding a little bit of cold, hot and killing aura.
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Small and large temples are outlined outside the mist. Small temples are stacked on top of large temples, and large temples are stacked on top of palaces... The densely packed palaces and temples are spread out outside the fog, forming a vast and endless forest of temples.
The world seems to be occupied by the temple of poverty.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The divine form of Wei Lun's consciousness - the eight-eared macaque rose up in an instant, carrying the Fangtian painted halberd with the breath of death in his hand, and in an instant this penetrated
He jumped into the void and chopped it under the man's head!
Boom! Boom!
Less golden blood was poured under Wei Lun's body. In a short moment, it spread like mercury throughout my nature and body, and even gradually merged into my own origin!
——Su Wu sensed the end of his life.
There is no temple located within the seven weeks of the mausoleum.
But at that moment when I was still alive, I felt indescribably weak!
However, its face is still blurry, and no matter how hard the craftsmen try, they can still fabricate its seven sense organs!
At the intersection of four mountain ranges, there stands a mausoleum that stands out even among the numerous palaces and temples here. It is especially small, and is lower than the mountain!
At this moment, the silver-gray blood vessels running through countless origin locks in front of me suddenly trembled, all of them entangled towards my sexual soul and spread -
The hexagrams divined by the master's hexagram did not reveal anything to Su Wu. He simply stopped speculating about the way forward and directly selected the door closest to him. No matter whether counting from the left or from the right, it was the fifth one.
He stepped towards the bronze door that was painted with golden blood. The shadowy arm grew out from behind his shoulder. He opened the mud leather glove wrapped in his palm and touched it with the eighth 'Gul'dan finger' on the palm.
This copper door——
Gurgling golden liquid seeped out from the mausoleum, reflecting against the silver-gray mountains.
when!
It’s the breath of controllable deathly silence emanating from under me!
This golden blood is completely integrated into myself and into my origin.
At this time, a magnificent and simple temple stood at the foot of a hill.
The bronze door was slowly pushed open, groaning heavily!
The other four bronze doors also shook one after another, and in the shaking, they turned into man's heads with faces full of gold and blood. The men's heads howled with all their strength, struggling to pounce on Su Wu in the crack of the door - and they
The blood covering his head and face was slower than them, filling the void in a short moment and gathering under Su Wu!