The cracks in the door were filled with streams of flames, opening little by little. What was strange was that the magma clearly filled the space and did not pass through the door. When the cracks in the door opened, the flow of magma seemed to be repelled by an invisible force and could not follow this path.
The crack in the door poured into the door.
"Huh?" Meng Xingyuan noticed this.
A flash of interest flashed in his eyes, and with a thought in his mind, the sea of flames immediately rolled into waves, heading towards the crack in the open door.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The flames surged and forced their way through the door.
The stone door was indifferent, the flames squeezed crazily and washed away the facade. However, the door was not slow and unhurried, and still opened little by little according to its pace.
Although the splendid stone gate is covered with green stains, its unhurried and unhurried attitude implies great majesty.
On the other hand, the flame stream controlled by Meng Xingyuan, although it was surging with flame power, rushing towards the stone gate crazily and stirring, it could not do anything to the stone gate, but formed a clear contrast with it.
The stream of flames hits the stone gate, just like mayflies shaking the big tree. The big tree is as motionless as a mountain, but the mayflies look ridiculous.
The door finally opens.
On the doors on both sides, there is a hint of greenery rising, and the breath is filling the air.
At this time, the door had cracked open with a huge crack of at least three meters. Let alone Yanliu, anyone could enter sideways.
However, an invisible wave blocked the ocean of flames that had overflowed the door, blocking it out. No matter how the waves of flames rippled, they could not flow into the door.
Meng Xingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Through the green smell at the crack of the door, he wanted to see what was inside the door. However, wisps of green smoke-like things blocked his eyes, as if the inside and outside of the door were separated into two worlds, no matter how he used his eyesight
, using spiritual consciousness, it is impossible to penetrate the door and see the situation inside the door.
"I don't believe it." The green door aroused his competitive spirit.
With more than half of the power of [Molten Flame Hell] left, he simply didn't want to keep any more. Meng Xingyuan roared violently, and suddenly a huge wave of flames rose up in the sky, turning into a hundred-foot giant dragon lingering behind him. At the same time, above the sea of flames,
Countless magma creatures appeared again. He opened his big hand, and the sea of flames suddenly rioted. Giant dragons and magma creatures roared into the sky, ignited the air, and fiercely blasted towards the door!
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...
A magma creature is equivalent to the strongest attack of a powerful spiritual master.
And every time the giant dragon flicks its tail, it can directly kill all living creatures below the two-star spiritual master! It can be called ferocious!
At this time, countless magma creatures were bombarding the green stone door in the form of self-explosion, and the hundred-foot-long dragon roared repeatedly, causing the entire space to vibrate, but it could not damage the door at all.
The majestic gate is covered with green spots, as if it has gone through the years and is used to the vicissitudes of life. It stands there, unmoving, as calm as a mountain!
The power of the talisman, which can kill a large number of spiritual masters, seems ridiculous in front of it.
"Jiejie, naughty little thing."
The sound of bombing continued. At this moment, a gloomy sound suddenly sounded, echoing in the space.
Meng Xingyuan was immediately startled, his eyes sharpened suddenly, the Talisman scroll in the package was ready to go at any time, he shouted: "Who!"
"Jie Jie, haven't you been looking for me? Come in." The voice sounded again.
Suddenly, an irresistible suction force suddenly came from the open green door. Meng Xingyuan had almost no resistance and was sucked in instantly.
"It's him!" Meng Xingyuan's pupils widened.
Isn't this familiar suction the same person who swallowed him into the bloody pit and brought him here?!
Behind this door, is this beast?!
Meng Xingyuan's expression was a little grim. The scroll of [Endless Sword Domain] lay trembling faintly in the parcel grid, ready to explode at any time.
"boom!"
The moment I passed through the stone gate, I heard a roar in my ears.
Meng Xingyuan felt like the whole world was squeezing towards him, and his head almost exploded.
Fortunately, this uncomfortable feeling only lasted for a moment. The next moment, he found himself in a strange space.
"Where is...where?!" Shaking his head and clearing his heavy head, Meng Xingyuan immediately became alert. The power of Wang Hu's armor was maximized by him, and at the same time, he focused on the [item] wrapped in the grid.
On those talismans, he began to look around.
"Jiejiejie, little devil, welcome to my ancestor's palace!"
The strange laughter sounded, but it echoed around, filling all directions.
Meng Xingyuan looked around and shouted: "Who! Come out! What kind of hero is he who pretends to be a ghost?"
"Jie, Jie, Jie, you're just a brat from the human race. You're so courageous. You dare to make noises in my palace. You want to see me? Okay, raise your head!" The strange voice sounded again.
Meng Xingyuan's eyes flashed, and he suppressed his chaotic mind, slowly raising his head and looking up.
There was a gloomy green aura all around. If it had any substance, it filled the entire space. He couldn't see anything at all, and he didn't know where he was. He only knew that he was behind the door.
However, when he raised his head and slowly looked up, his eyes immediately widened, and the pupils in his eyes immediately shrank into needles!
If he hadn't been strong enough and had the inheritance of the Fifth King of Sword Masters [Ba Sword] to suppress his mind, he would have been so scared that he sat down on the ground right now!
It was a huge skull.
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, not even flesh and blood. Looking through the deeply concave triangle-like nose position, what can be seen is endless darkness. Strands of withered gray hair emerge from the pale skull.
There were holes in the skull, like gray snakes, floating upwards, and two will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the empty eye sockets, eerie, green, and indescribably cold and eerie.
The skull spoke, but there was no sound.
A wave of thoughts radiated directly to Meng Xingyuan's brain, and voices gathered in his mind, "Jie Jie Jie, kid, are you scared?"
"Breathe..." Meng Xingyuan's chest swelled sharply, and he exhaled for a long time, "Breathe..."
"Who are you?" Between breaths and breaths, he had already adjusted, his face regained his composure, and he looked up and said coldly.
"Oh?" The skull was a little surprised, and then he chuckled strangely, "Jie Jie Jie, you are an interesting kid, but you dare to prevent my ancestor from being born, and now you are hiding in my hands. What do you want me to do?
How about toying with and torturing you? Huh?!"
The skull was as big as a lake. When the word "hmm" fell, the green will-o'-the-wisps in its eyes suddenly became brighter. The entire skull suddenly enlarged a bit more in Meng Xingyuan's eyes. At the same time, a biting cold fear descended on Meng Xingyuan's heart, making
He felt like he was an ant in front of the skull and could be crushed to death at any time!
"Who are you!" Meng Xingyuan said in a deep voice.