Red silk threads flew up from the bottom of the conch to the top at a strange speed and posture.
Wherever it passed, anything made of black jade was immediately crushed into pieces as soon as it came into contact with the red patterned threads.
Thousands of threads, overwhelming.
The invisible scorching heat flew up in an instant.
In an instant, the entire dense ground was so hot that it almost dried people out.
But there was no flame at all, only the red pattern filaments.
With a squeaking sound, red patterned filaments flew up, wiping out everything in their path.
Even the hardest golden black rock could not withstand their inexhaustible agitation and was directly crushed into powder.
The sound of smashing continued behind him, and Xiao Yin, who only knew how to eat when he was sleeping, was also startled by the sudden suffocating air pressure and woke up.
Yi climbed on Luo Yu's shoulder and looked behind Luo Yu.
All the silver hair on Xiao Yin's body exploded. He screamed in horror, bit Luo Yu's sleeve, and shot towards the exit at the top of the secret place.
Luo Yu has never seen Xiao Yin so frightened, which shows how powerful the red patterned filaments behind her are.
At that moment, without looking at the patterned filaments flying from behind, all the skills of the whole body were raised to the top in an instant, and the lightness kung fu was reached to the extreme.
Without turning even in one breath, he suddenly lifted his breath in mid-air and rushed towards the door on the top floor.
Black and red, neither copper nor iron, the gate stands ten meters high at the top.
But behind him, the red patterned thin lines had already flashed up, shattering everything, and rushed directly behind Luo Yu.
Xiaoyin's little teeth were almost broken.
The more dangerous it is, the calmer Luo Yu becomes.
Seeing this, my hand became even more steady.
A sword slashed through the air and rolled straight through the heavy door.
There was a loud bang in an instant, and the door made of unknown material actually received Luo Yu's sword with all his strength. It only trembled a few times but did not move at all.
Seeing this, Luo Yu narrowed his eyes and swung the long sword in his hand fiercely again, hitting the motionless door with a big cross.
His figure followed closely behind him, as if he were chasing the sword light.
And behind her, filaments of patterns surged up, getting closer and closer.