Under the wooden beams, there is no bottom, as if connected to hell. A gust of cold wind blows, making one's hair tremble.
When the third-level snake demon crawled away from this place, Li Shuidao and Nangong Qin decisively got out of the turtle shell.
"Get off!" Li Shuidao ordered coldly.
Nangong Qin did not dare to disobey, so she could only jump off the wooden beam.
Below is a cliff and a towering altar. Under the altar is a powerful third-level monster.
The two of them held back their auras, not even escaping the light, just like two specks of dust floating down.
The jade pendant that went in and out of Ping'an had been broken by Li Shuidao. He didn't know the good or bad luck at all.
You have to go if you don't want to, and you have to go if you don't.
What's the use of knowing it?
No choice at all!
He only knew that he could not spend his whole life squeezed into a turtle shell with Nangong Qin.
Break through the fog.
The towering altar is close at hand.
The altar is wild and ancient, primitive and mysterious.
In the center of the altar, there is a black pool, like a deep black hole, swallowing up the surrounding light.
Perhaps to gods, this is just a bowl of black water, but to humans, this is a black lake.
The two landed.
The turtle shell fell by the black pool.
Nangong Qin got into the turtle shell first, followed closely by Li Shuidao.
Inside the turtle shell, the two of them nervously observed the outside world through the gap.
Everything seems normal outside...
suddenly.
Two bright golden lights appeared in the dark night, which were the terrifying eyes of the monster.
This monster beast is tall and covered with thick scales, as if it is wearing a layer of indestructible armor. Its tail is thick and powerful, and every twitch and flick is full of powerful power.
Those golden eyes stared at the turtle shell, full of doubts and vigilance.
This monster is only a third-level low-grade monster, which is described as a fierce tiger. This is not that monster!
Li Shuidao could tell at a glance that this was not the monster that actually guarded the altar. The altar was vast and there was obviously more than one third-level monster.
I fell from the wooden beam and didn't notice this monster! ?
Just when Li Shuidao was wondering, this monster obviously became interested in the turtle shell.
The monster gently scratched the turtle shell with its sharp claws, as if testing something. Its ears twitched slightly, and its eyes showed a mixture of cunning and curiosity.
Suddenly, the monster let out a deep roar, rolled up the turtle shell with its strong tail, and tried to open it.
Its movements are fast and agile, and it is obviously very interested in this "toy".
Li Shuidao's heartbeat accelerated. If the turtle's shell was damaged and their auras were exposed, they would have no choice but to engage in a life-and-death struggle with this monster.
The monster held the turtle shell and played with it for a while, licked it with its tongue, and then hugged it with both arms. Then the black light flowed around it and it turned invisible.
Beside the Blackpool...
The turtle shell disappeared into thin air.
Being held in the arms by this monster as a toy, the monster became invisible, and the turtle shell followed suit.
Only then did Li Shuidao realize that this big-faced monster was always hiding at the altar, and any monk who tried to sneak up to the altar would be attacked by it.
Li Shuidao broke into a cold sweat when he thought of this. It was not easy for him and Nangong Qin to save their lives after falling from the beam.
Now the two of them were nestled in the turtle shell, under the breath of the monster. They thought it was the breath of the monster, unable to move.
Not to mention advancing to the third level, he didn't even dare to speak.
Time passes minute by minute...
The two of them were anxious, but there was nothing they could do...
…
Yun Wuji held the scroll in his hand, looking quite excited.
"Everyone, this is the last stone door." His voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement, "We have gone through all kinds of hardships and finally arrived here. As long as you open this door, you can obtain the supreme secret treasure."
When the monks around him heard this, their eyes lit up. They entered this place and marched as fast as they could, killing third-level monsters like chickens and sheep, with extraordinary ease.
A large group of people slowly flew towards the stone gate.
suddenly.
Three giant beasts so black that they seemed to blend into the night suddenly rushed out of the darkness, bringing with them a gust of wind. They are huge, with crescent-like sharp teeth, and their eyes sparkle with cunning and cruelty.
"It's the Phantom Moon Black Tiger!" A monk exclaimed.
These black tigers moved quickly and almost instantly got behind the monks and launched a sudden attack.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, screams came one after another, and many monks died before they even had time to form a battle formation.
The monks of the Wind Soul Sect were the first to bear the brunt, and suffered heavy casualties for a while.
Their leader also died under the claws of the black tiger.
"Don't panic, follow me!" At this critical moment, a majestic voice sounded.
Yang Zhenglong stepped forward and led more than thirty monks from Qinglin Hall and Wudu Sect to quickly form a battle formation.
Their bodies shone with aqua-blue sheen, as if they had really turned into a giant dragon and launched a fierce attack on the three black tigers.
Wherever the Blue Scale Water Dragon Formation reaches, water splashes everywhere, its power is astonishing. A fantasy moon black tiger was hit by the water dragon, and was instantly knocked away by the powerful force. It hit the stone wall heavily and made a huge sound. At the same time, the other two black tigers were also firmly trapped by the water dragon formation and could not move.
"Kill!" Yang Zhenglong gave the order, and the power of the water dragon formation became even more powerful. Countless water arrows were shot at the black tiger, beating it to pieces.
When Yunmang Sword Sect and Bihaimen finally formed a battle formation.
Yang Zhenglong has ended the battle, and all three Phantom Moon Black Tigers have been eliminated.
In a battle, Yang Zhenglong killed three powerful monsters in a row, once again showing his ferocious fighting power. Seeing this, the remaining five monks of the Wind Soul Sect expressed their willingness to join the Blue Scale Water Dragon Formation.
Yang Zhenglong shook his head: "The trip to the secret realm is about to end. If you join now, the power of the formation will be limited. What's more, joining the battle formation takes time to run in, and we don't have enough time to run in."
"Take the nine Pangu beards of the Wind Soul Sect back with you. You won't be needed in the next battle." Yun Wuji said loudly.
Hearing this, the remaining monks of the Wind Soul Sect looked surprised and grateful to leave.
"Open the door!" Yun Wuji directed the sect's subordinates to open the last door.
"Master Yun, please be patient!" Bihaimen Long Feiyun suddenly said.
"What did Fellow Daoist Long do?"
"I wonder what kind of treasure is behind this gate?" Long Yunfei asked.
"I'm not sure about this, but it must be a treasure worth far more than Pangu Xu." Yun Wuji explained with a smile.
"Friend Daoist Yun is not here just for Pangu Xu. I saw that he had another purpose, so I'd better make it clear." Long Yunfei said with a smile.
"Yes, Fellow Daoist Long is right. If Fellow Daoist doesn't speak clearly, I'm afraid the Yunmang Sword Sect will have to face the monsters behind the door alone." Yang Zhenglong also spoke up.
(End of chapter)
