Those sacred patterns were intertwined with each other to form a large and complex array of holy patterns, like an invisible giant net that firmly protected the palace.
"The fifth-level holy pattern array is indeed not weak, enough to deter many strong people. However, in my eyes, it is not worth mentioning! It is useless!" Ling Xiao whispered to himself, but there was no fear in his tone.
He stared at the holy pattern array, a faint coldness flashed in his eyes, as if he was examining an insignificant toy.
Afterwards, Ling Xiao did not move, but raised his hand slightly, and moved his fingertips in the void. Every time he moved, there seemed to be some mysterious power surging, which resonated subtly with those sacred patterns.
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A moment later, tiny cracks began to appear in the originally indestructible holy pattern array, and then the cracks expanded rapidly, and finally shattered into pieces, turning into little bits of light and dissipating into the invisible.
This scene made the surrounding space tremble, and it seemed that even the world was changed. However, Ling Xiao seemed to have done something ordinary, and his face still maintained that indifference and calmness.
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Immediately afterwards, he flashed and arrived in front of the palace gate. The long knife in his hand was suddenly swung out, and a bright sword light cut through the night sky, carrying the power of destroying the world and slashing hard at that person.
Above the heavy door.
boom!
There was a deafening loud noise, and the entire palace door instantly shattered, turning into countless fragments and flying everywhere.
At the same time, countless tiny blades of light shot out from the broken door like raindrops, raging crazily towards the surroundings. Wherever they passed, whether they were hard stone walls or ancient trees, they were all struck by this blade of light.
It turns into powder.
After a while, when all the dust settled, the once solemn and mysterious palace had become torn to pieces and a mess. And Ling Xiao stood quietly among the ruins, his figure illuminated by the lights.
He seemed extremely aloof and powerful.
Ling Xiao held the bloodthirsty long knife, like a beast awakened by blood, and suddenly rushed forward. Although the sun was bright, it seemed unable to penetrate the space shrouded in the aura of killing.
Following his pace, the bloodthirsty knife drew silver tracks in the air, and every slash was accompanied by a bloodthirsty hum, as if the knife itself had an endless thirst for blood.
Not only did it cut off obstacles, but every time it came into contact with a living body, it greedily devoured blood and essence, making the blade look increasingly scarlet and monstrous.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air, intertwined with the sound of cutting all around, forming a heart-stopping death movement.
Chi chi chi chi chi, that was the sound of the blade cutting flesh and tearing the air. Every sound was so clear and cold, as if telling the end of one life after another.
On this road stained red by killing, Ling Xiao finally came to the blood-red giant door.
This door is more than ten feet wide, like a portal to another world. The bright red color on the door panel seems to be dyed with countless blood, revealing a suffocating gloom and terror.
Above the lintel, three large characters "Huangquan Road" stand out. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, but it also reveals an indescribable desolation and despair.
The door was ajar, as if silently inviting Ling Xiao to step into this unknown territory. Inside the door was a deep darkness, and there seemed to be countless unknown dangers and secrets hidden in the darkness, making people involuntarily fearful.
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However, there was no hint of flinching in Ling Xiao's eyes. There was only curiosity about the unknown and desire for power in his heart.
"It's very close. This should be the real core of Huangquan Eternal Mountain." In the magic needle space, the voice of the Demon Soul King sounded at the right time, with a trace of excitement and expectation that could not be concealed.
This voice echoed in Ling Xiao's mind, strengthening his determination to move forward. He knew very well what kind of world he was about to enter, but he also understood that only by facing it bravely could he uncover the layers.
Get through the fog and find your own answers.
Under the afterglow of the day, Huangquan Road looked particularly eerie, as if even the light was swallowed up by this deep path, leaving only mottled shadows dancing around. A trace of solemnity flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he frowned slightly,
A deep ravine was formed, revealing his inner uneasiness and caution.
He took a deep breath and slowly formed seals with his hands. A black energy rose from his palms and quickly condensed into a clone of the Demonic Shadow that was exactly like him. This clone seemed to have an independent soul, with a cold light shining in its eyes.
Then he resolutely embarked on the road to the unknown.
Just a moment later, the originally peaceful space was suddenly torn apart by a deafening roar. The sound roared like thunder, making the surrounding air tremble.
Ling Xiao's heart also tightened. He suddenly felt that the connection between himself and his clone suddenly became blurred, until it was finally severed completely. A trace of surprise and uneasiness flashed in his eyes, but he soon recovered.
calm.
He frowned slightly again, looking deeply at the road to hell that swallowed his clone, thinking secretly in his heart.
The road to hell was indeed full of dangers, far beyond his expectation. But he did not flinch. Instead, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was a kind of contempt for unknown challenges and confidence in his own strength. He was preparing to release more
The demon shadow cloned himself to explore the secret of this mysterious road.
At this moment, a low and majestic voice suddenly sounded on Huangquan Road. The voice seemed to have transcended the barriers of time and space and echoed directly in his ears:
"What kind of place do you think I am, Huangquan Bulao Mountain? You can come in if you want?"
This voice contained endless majesty and power, which made Ling Xiao involuntarily stop what he was doing and fixate his eyes on the direction from which the voice came.
At this time, an old man slowly walked out from the depths of Huangquan Road. His figure looked particularly tall in the dim light. Every step seemed to be stepping on the veins of time, carrying an indescribable vicissitude and majesty.
The old man wore a blood-red robe, and he held a long sword in his right hand. The blade of the sword was also blood-red, and the tip of the sword touched the ground lightly, as if ready to cut through the air at any time.
There is also a skull mark between his eyebrows. The mark seems to be carved out of the deepest night. It shines with green light and looks ferocious and terrifying. The skull's eyes are staring at Ling Xiao, as if they can see into people's hearts.
The deepest fear.
Ling Xiao stood there with an indifferent expression. He glanced at the old man gently, a trace of disdain and determination flashed in his deep eyes: "Although this Huangquan Eternal Mountain is mysterious and unpredictable, it is not something that I, Ling Xiaofei, can enter."
It's a forbidden place. If you hand over Xiao Lianzhu, there will be no relationship between you and me. I will find my own way and leave without disturbing you again."