After a while, something moving under the skin of the Twelve Cave Master came out from the cut hole in his palm. Lan
Originally it was black mist without a specific form, but when it came into contact with the air, it took on a form.
It is a stove horse, all white, slightly larger than an ordinary stove horse. To put it simply, it looks nothing like it. (The stove horse looks similar to the cricket, but its body is small and yellow. It is not as strong, beautiful and aggressive as the cricket, and its cry is not loud.)
To be honest, if you just look at it this way, it actually looks pretty good, but judging from the way it appears, it's still a bit scary.
"Is this the key?"
Feeling that the air was a bit chilly, Jiang Yunqing felt that his guess was correct.
"This is just part of the key, please give me a break!"
As he spoke, the master of Twelve Cave raised his hand and threw it slightly upward. The snow-white stove horse sensed this and immediately jumped up and rushed towards Jiang Yunqing. Lan
Jiang Yunqing frowned, a little confused as to what method was being used, but he still turned slightly to make way for the stove horse.
The stove horse landed on the wooden door on the left. Although it was small, its snow-white body was still very conspicuous on the brown wooden door.
Suddenly, the wooden door rippled like calm water, and the snow-white stove horse blended into the wooden door little by little.
It's a bit like the visual earth escape technique that the leader of Jiuli Village achieved through the combination of imperial poison and special ground.
Of course, the difference is also very obvious. Jiang Yunqing had just touched the wooden door with his own hands. He knew the texture clearly. The wood grain on it was very clear, and it was definitely not a specially made fake.
So, how does this happen?
But soon, something strange happened on the wooden door, which made Jiang Yunqing have some guesses. Lan
When the snow-white stove horse blends into the wooden door, the complicated lines on the left wooden door start to light up from where the snow-white stove horse blends in, and then radiate to the surroundings.
For a moment, Jiang Yunqing felt that he had not traveled forward a thousand years, but traveled back a thousand years. It was full of a sense of technology. If the wooden door could be replaced with metal, it would be even more impressive.
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After all the lines on the wooden door on the left lit up, Jiang Yunqing looked at the unresponsive wooden door on the right.
Good guy, they also used secrecy methods. With this unlocking method, future fingerprint unlocking, iris unlocking and other methods will be put to shame.
He moved his body to the left to clear the way between the Twelve Cave Master and the wooden door on the right, and his eyes fell on the Twelve Cave Master again.
When the snow-white stove horse merged into the wooden door, the cut on the palm of the Twelve Cave Master began to flow like a normal person, and blood began to flow.
It seems that the specialness of his body was caused by the poison of the stove horse named Dayuan Xian. Lan
The Master of the Twelve Cave held the injured palm, and held a strange seal with the other hand. One finger was entangled with the other and twisted together. At first glance, it was not an action that ordinary people could make.
His lips kept moving, and he muttered words very quickly, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to finish the words. The language was not understandable to Jiang Yunqing.
He ignored the wound in his palm and allowed the blood to seep out and collect in his palm.
After a while, a small puddle appeared in the palm of the Twelve Cave Master, but the water in this small puddle was bright red blood.
The body of the Twelve Cave Master began to tremble, and the dark robe seemed unable to cover the red light blooming on his arms. Threads of red light pierced from the cuffs and gaps in the robe's silk threads, giving people It felt like the robe was already riddled with holes.
As the body of the Twelve Cave Master changed, the small blood puddle on his palm began to move. It was not his hand that was moving. No matter how his body trembled, his arm was as steady as Mount Tai, without any trace of movement. Shaking, the small blood puddle moved on its own.
It seemed to be boiling, rolling continuously, and then blood was constantly being evaporated. Lan
The evaporated blood did not escape, but gathered above the palm of the twelve cave masters, forming a lake of blood droplets.
In just seven or eight breaths, the small pool of blood in the palm of the Twelve Cave Master was evaporated, and the blood droplets on the top of the palm had solidified a lot.
It is conceivable that this process will continue. As long as the blood from the wound on the palm of the Twelve Cave Master flows out, it will be evaporated instantly, and then merge into the blood droplets above the palm. The blood droplets will not become larger, but will continue to condense. Reality gradually becomes real.
After a while, the body of the Twelve Cave Master stopped shaking, and the wound on his palm healed bit by bit. Although it was not restored to the original state, the bleeding did stop. It seemed that it was done deliberately before.
The blood droplets on the top of his palm were extremely bright red, and the surface was smooth and flexible, as if he could see the reflection of the surrounding environment from above. He must have succeeded.
"go!"
The Lord of the Twelve Cave gave an order, and the blood droplets on his palm seemed to have heard the order and turned into a blood arrow, shooting towards the wooden door on the right. Lan
The speed of the blood arrow was very fast, and it was nailed to the wooden door in the blink of an eye. However, it was not a real arrow after all. It exploded when it hit the wooden door, like a drop of blood dripping down on the wooden board. The same thing exploded into a puddle.
However, the scattered blood droplets reunited instantly, and ripples like water waves suddenly appeared on the wooden door on the right, and then the blood droplets merged into the wooden door little by little.
After a while, it seemed that after a while of startup time, the pattern of the wooden door on the right gradually lit up like the wooden door on the left before.
Different from the pattern on the left that lights up to form a rune, the pattern on the right is a pattern. Some patterns cannot be seen clearly, but when you look at it carefully, your eyes are dizzy and you can't see it clearly.
Not long after, the lines on the right side were also lit up.
But the two wooden doors were motionless, not even trembling, as if they had no intention of opening at all.
"Do you still need a key?" Lan
Jiang Yunqing moved his eyes away from the wooden door and fell back on the master of Twelve Cave.
"No, now you need to push the door open in person. This is also the last test. If you can push the door open, then you are the one we are waiting for. If you can't push it open, then you can prepare to leave Twelve Damn, Twelve Tong won’t help you with anything!”
The Lord of Twelve Cave shook his head and explained.
"hehe!"
Jiang Yunqing sneered and said, "Wait for me? I don't even know why I came to this world. Is there anyone who understands me better than me?"
"Everything is determined by destiny. Whether you know it or not, or whether you want to come to this world or not, you will come!"
The Twelve Cave Master answered with a smile. He didn't see the smile under his black robe, but could feel the relaxation and joy in his tone. Lan
ps: I’ll start with a chapter today because I have something to do, and I’ll update it with 10,000 words tomorrow.
