Chapter 235 Immortal Demon Lotus, Between the Gates of Death
Time passed slowly, and Zhang Xiaohou finally recovered from the aftertaste of the illusion. When he noticed his current actions, he quickly let go of Su Xiaoluo.
"Xiao Luo, this..."
Before Zhang Xiaohou could finish speaking, Su Xiaoluo stretched out her finger and lightly touched his lips.
"You don't need to explain, I know everything!"
Zhang Xiaohou was silent. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to do with the current situation. Although it was just a fantasy, it was so real that he felt like he was Su Xiaoluo himself.
a feeling of.
At this moment, Mo Fan's heavy breathing broke the silent atmosphere.
"Huhu~!"
"Brother Fan, are you okay?" Zhang Xiaohou quickly stepped forward to help Mo Fan, but when he turned around, he couldn't notice the strange color flashing in Su Xiaoluo's eyes and the corners of his mouth.
There was an imperceptible arc.
After a while, Mo Fan finally recovered from the illusion that he would never forget. The discolored child's hole, which seemed to have been damaged by play, finally showed a glimmer of brightness.
Looking around, the chaotic memories in his mind gradually emerged. Mo Fan finally understood that it was just an illusion, but why the illusion was like this? He was clearly a magic genius before, and when he was about to embark on the road to become a magic god, he was killed by a
The evil mage with special quirks fell in love with him, and ended up on a dark and stormy night... and was imprisoned ever since...
The more he thought about Mo Fan, the more terrifying he felt. He even couldn't help but pinch his chrysanthemums. Fortunately, it was just an illusion, otherwise his wisdom in this life would be completely ruined!
"I'm fine!" Mo Fan smiled reluctantly, "Let's continue on our way!"
He really didn't want to stay in this place that brought him endless painful memories.
"good!"
The group of people continued to move forward, but after walking for dozens of minutes, when they turned back, they found that they had not gone very far at all and were still very close to the gate of the tomb, as if the space had been tampered with.
"This should be the endless corridor!" Su Xiaoluo frowned slightly, ignoring Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou who wanted to ask, and walked straight to a mural engraved with an ancient woman, "If I remember correctly
, as recorded in ancient proverbs, the key to leaving this spiritual gallery is this mural."
Su Xiaoluo slowly stretched out her hand and stroked the mural. Gradually, she seemed to be affected by some mysterious power contained in the mural. She stood there blankly, with various emotions constantly showing in her eyes and face.
"She actually entered the illusion by herself??" Looking at Su Xiaoluo whose expression was constantly changing, Mo Fan's eyes widened. In that illusion, nothing would happen to Su Xiaoluo!
Zhang Xiaohou was slightly stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.
I don't know how much time passed, but Su Xiaoluo's eyes regained their luster. At the same time, a bright light appeared in front of the Soul Gallery. It was obvious that it was the exit.
"Are you okay?" Seeing Su Xiaoluo regaining consciousness, Zhang Xiaohou quickly asked with concern.
"I'm fine..." Su Xiaoluo shook his head gently.
…
After passing through the endless corridor, what comes into view is an empty front hall. The entire front hall is made of white jade, and the ground is so smooth that you can see their reflections.
The front hall was dead silent, except for the sound of people's footsteps echoing.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, Mo Fan suddenly felt the small loach pendant around his neck vibrate, and he was a little surprised. Since absorbing the Earth Holy Spring, very few things can enter its eyes.
Following the induction, Mo Fan saw a charming lotus with a charming fragrance on the stone platform in the center of the front hall. Although the little loach said that this thing was a good thing, in order to prevent any surprises, he still called Su Xiaoluo.
Let’s identify it.
"Come and take a look, does this thing appear in your well water paintings?"
"I seem to have seen it before..." Su Xiaoluo rubbed his eyebrows and thought for a long time before saying with some uncertainty, "I remembered it, this seems to be an ancient demon lotus called Eternal Lotus... There is an ancient saying,
When the lotus of immortality dies, the bridge of the altar appears!"
Next, Zhang Xiaohou unbelievingly tried to tear it apart with his hands and strangle it with a wind disk, but the Everlasting Lotus recovered quickly.
"Let me try." Mo Fan said.
Zhang Xiaohou naturally had no objection and handed the Immortal Demonic Lotus to Mo Fan.
Grasping the Immortal Demon Lotus with one hand, Mo Fan hesitated for a moment, and finally reached a blind corner.
Zhang Xiaohou looked at Mo Fan in confusion, while Su Xiaoluo had a thoughtful expression.
The little loach was no longer restricted, and began to crazily devour the power of the immortal demon lotus, and fed back the huge energy to Mo Fan.
With the blessing of this power, Mo Fan began to attack high-level.
The flames soared to the sky, and he endured the pain of extremely strong mental shock. Mo Fan finally succeeded in advancing to the high level, and the Immortal Demon Lotus completely disappeared.
After successfully passing through the front hall and then passing through the group of statues of naked jade girls, the three of them finally arrived at the last hurdle - the Bridge of Nine Deaths.
Standing on the edge of the stone platform cliff surrounded by the deathly wind, Zhang Xiaohou looked at the extremely peaceful arch bridge in front of him and said: "Let's go, there is no black wind on the bridge, we should be able to reach the Blood Throne safely!"
"Wait!" Su Xiaoluo grabbed Zhang Xiaohou nervously.
"What's wrong?"
"This should be the bridge of escape from death as mentioned in the ancient saying!" Su Xiaoluo's tone was very low.
Zhang Xiaohou shrank his eyes, took a few breaths, and said to Mo Fan: "Brother Fan... I will listen to you."
"Su Xiaoluo, is this so-called door to death absolute?" Mo Fan asked in a serious tone.
"I'm not sure. Maybe as long as you are strong enough, you can do it even if you don't follow the rules!"
Rationally speaking, the three of them should take three bridges respectively to increase the probability of reaching the Blood Throne, but Mo Fan just doesn't want to believe that evil!
Gritting his teeth, Mo Fan made a decision to win the one-tenth chance. If he lost the bet, he would directly use the power of blood. According to what Qin Shaoqing said, the intermediate level can compete with the commander. Now he has advanced to the next level.
The high-level should be able to explode with monarch-level power!
"Let's walk on this bridge together!"
"good!"
It's a pity that Mo Fan chose a bridge of death.
As I walked, a silver mirror with ripples appeared in front of the bridge, which seemed to lead to another different dimension.
Looking back, I saw that the arch bridge behind me had disappeared at some point, and the black wind swept in, directly rolling the three of them into the silver mirror wall and falling into the door of death.
Under the leadership of Mo Fan, a group of people searched for an exit from the Death Gate, and soon they discovered a silver mirror four kilometers away.
However, Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou failed to notice that there was a silver vortex slowly expanding above their heads.