The old wooden door, with the mottles left by the years, reveals the breath of vicissitudes, like an old man who has experienced the passage of time and sees through the hearts of people.
The decay contained in the blackness of the wooden door is like the helplessness in the heart of the old man for this tragic world.
Depressed, eerie, eerie.
This is the door, to Xu Qing's feeling.
At the moment when the black door opened, Xu Qing had a clear understanding. He felt that everything around him seemed to be quiet, and the sound disappeared.
The wind didn't move, and so did the clouds and mist. Even the heartbeat seemed to be stopped at this moment. If everything is like this, it also includes his body that is rapidly retreating and the Holy Young Master standing above the door.
It seems that the power of this door is too vast and too strange, no matter whether it is the user or the user, there is no exception to this mighty force, and they will be deprived of the right to all activities.
Xu Qing had this feeling once. It was four years ago, when the singing came from the restricted area of the scavenger camp, and he saw the pair of women's boots and the fog coming from the jungle.
At that time, he was feeling the way he is now. At the same time he couldn't move, there was a chill that penetrated the soul, as if it could freeze people's thoughts.
Xu Qing's breathing stopped, white frost appeared on his eyebrows, and his hair agreed to do so. The extreme cold from the inside to the outside invaded everything. In his eyes, everything was lost at this moment, and only the fan was slowly left. open door.
A creaking sound was heard, and the black door gradually opened.
It was pitch black inside, and there seemed to be nothing at all, except for the meaning of ice cold, which spread more strongly, and you could even see bursts of thin white air spreading from the inner edge of the door to the outside.
The Saint Yunzi on the door now looks hideous and has a strong murderous intention in his eyes. This door is called Xuanling Yongyi Gate. To him, it is also a treasure-like existence, but since he obtained it, he has used it once.
Because both the enemy and us will be suppressed when using it, so after the last use, he did not dare to use it lightly. The most important thing is that using this door requires consuming his own soul.
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Moreover, this door is extremely strange, and its origin is mysterious. After opening it, what will appear from the door is not necessarily, so the lethality also varies from person to person. His grandfather once told this.
And the last time he used it, a rotten tongue appeared in it, which made him extremely uncomfortable, because his grandfather said that what came out of this door was a spiritual representation.
At this moment, he really wanted to know what would appear in the door when Xu Qing faced this open door.
"It's better to have a demon, a demon that will tear it apart!!"
And at the moment when Sheng Yunzi roared in his heart, inside the black wooden door, in the endless blackness, there was a sudden change in this moment, actually...
There is a light!
This light was very weak at first, just a point, but it continued to spread and expand in the blink of an eye, and finally turned into a sea of light, extremely bright and bright.
From the inside of this door, it suddenly erupted outwards, becoming countless paths, which were completely released.
Wherever he passed, the sky outside the door changed from black to bright, so did the surrounding earth, countless plants and trees, and Xu Qing's figure was also shrouded in this bright light, drowning in the shadows. In the sea of light.
In this sea of light, Xu Qing felt an indescribable pain all over his body, as if his whole body was being burned.
This piece of light penetrated his body, penetrated his soul, penetrated everything in him, and the pain he passed through was so amazing that blue smoke rose from Xu Qing's whole body, as if it was about to be wiped away. Unable to bear it, and because of the appearance of this light, he regained the power of activity and suddenly retreated.
The speed exploded in full force, but it still couldn't stop the burning of this light, as if he became the night, and the light turned into light, and under this light, the night was torn apart.
His skin was burnt into pitch black, his flesh and blood lost moisture, and his hair and eyebrows turned into fly ash. Whether it was a life lamp or an emperor-level exercise, he was fighting with all his strength at this moment.
At the same time, he also took out a jade slip and held it in his hand with a hint of expression on his face.
Chapter two hundred and fifty seventh
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