It was pitch black at the bottom of the cave, and I couldn't see my fingers. I could only hear the sound of two heavy breathing. It wasn't until a bright light like a beacon flashed that I could barely see the surrounding scenery clearly.
This is a weird cave, like the English letter L. The upper entrance has been closed. There is a long corridor directly in front. It is not wide and can only accommodate two people walking side by side. The long corridor is very far away. Through the Xuan Jing
The dim light radiates is endless as far as the eye can see.
Han Xiaoling took a few steps forward, and a catkin tightly pulled Liu Qiankun's sleeve. The deep corridor in front of her made her feel a kind of fear in her heart. Perhaps only the man in front of her who made her heart palpitate could give her this feeling.
She is the most solid support.
Liu Qiankun handed the Xuan Jing in his hand to Han Xiaoling's palm and said softly: "Take it and follow me closely!" He was very calm at this time, and with the leap in cultivation, his disciples also increased immensely.
of confidence.
After shaking her soft little hand, she felt that her palm was a little moist and greasy. She gently tightened her palm, turned over her hand and lifted the Qingming Sword in her palm, and the two of them walked towards the depths of the corridor one after the other.
Liu Qiankun tried his best to keep a distance of two feet from Han Xiaoling behind him in order to deal with any emergencies. In fact, he also thought about putting Han Xiaoling into the ring and going ahead alone, but he thought of what Ba Xi said
What, the door of the cell, the blood of the saint, I couldn't help but feel a dull pain in my heart, it would be nice to have her stay with me for a while longer!
This damn long corridor was so quiet that it was a bit breathtaking. Fortunately, apart from the gusts of wind, there was no danger along the way. I didn't encounter any snakes, insects, rats, or ants, but I felt the surroundings every few dozen feet.
The air suddenly became a bit colder. After walking a hundred feet, Han Xiaoling was trembling with cold all over, and her red lips were also a little purple.
Upon seeing this, Liu Qiankun quickly grabbed the brand new fire dragon robe from the ring and gently draped it on her body. He gently pulled her to his side. With a thought, a burst of spiritual energy surged out, instantly forming a gap on the two people's bodies.
A layer of transparent light shield blocked all the cold air around the two people, but they did not feel any discomfort when breathing.
Han Xiaoling has already developed a certain degree of resistance to the incredible miracles created by the men around her. As people say: when too many miracles happen, everything will return to nature, as if it is a matter of course.
!
The two continued walking for about an hour. The two sides of the corridor were covered with abrupt ice edges, and even the ground became slippery. The top of their heads was also covered with intertwined cone-shaped ice edges, but not a drop of water dropped.
It can be seen that the temperature here has reached an unpredictable level.
The ground under her feet became slippery and difficult to walk on. If Han Xiaoling hadn't tightly held on to the strong arm of the man next to her, she would have fallen bruised and swollen. Even so, her feet would suddenly slide up before she even took two steps.
, making her miserable.
Seeing this, Liu Qiankun couldn't help but frown slightly, and suddenly put a little more force on his feet.
Kachi! Kachi...
The ice covering the ground made a crisp sound with each step, leaving footprints more than an inch deep. Ice shards scattered in all directions. Han Xiaoling walked along those footprints, and her steps instantly became steady.
With less walking, I can walk much faster.
"Look, there's a door in front of you!" Han Xiaoling pointed at the high wall not far away.
Looking in the direction of her finger, sure enough, there was a milky white metal door five feet away in front of it. The door was bare and there was no ice edge at all. Even the surrounding cave walls had no ice edge. On the contrary, there was no ice edge around it.
The air rippled like water waves, and the scorching heat rushed towards my face.
Liu Qiankun did not dare to step forward rashly, because he did not know whether the protective wall on his body could withstand the scorching heat, so he could only hold Han Xiaoling's little hand tightly and walk forward step by step.
Sure enough, after walking less than a foot away, the intense heat wave shook the spiritual energy barrier. Although Liu Qiankun didn't feel any discomfort, Han Xiaoling beside him was already covered in sweat, and even his little face was penetrated.
The heat made everything turn red.
Liu Qiankun picked up Han Xiaoling and stepped back two feet. The temperature around him suddenly dropped. The aura wall shrank violently, then returned to its calm appearance, and the intoxicating heat wave also followed.
It disappeared without a trace.
"Ling'er, why don't you take shelter in the Qiankun Ring first and wait for me to break into this place where gods are imprisoned!" Liu Qiankun put down the beauty in his arms and said seriously.
Han Xiaoling nodded sensibly. She trusted the man in front of her wholeheartedly and couldn't even find any reason not to trust him.
Liu Qiankun removed the aura barrier with a slight movement, reached out and gently touched the alluring face, and put her into the ring with a thought, but then he called her out again, in less than two seconds.
Han Xiaoling felt a wave of dizziness in her mind and she was staggering. Liu Qiankun, who had quick eyes and quick hands, quickly held her up, but his little hand was reflexively pushed to the cave wall beside him.
"Ah!" Han Xiaoling cried out in pain, her palms already pricked with blood by those sharp ice edges.
Liu Qiankun quickly dragged her into his arms and lifted the injured catkin. He saw that a soybean-sized wound had been stabbed in the slightly curved palm, and the bright red blood accumulated in her palm to form a bright red small hole.
Blood puddles condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He waved his hand to set up the aura wall, gently stroked Han Xiaoling's waist-length hair, and said softly: "Ling'er, I wanted to call you out just to ask you for a few drops of blood. It is rumored that this Gate of the Prisoner of Gods
It requires the blood of a saint to open it, but I didn't expect it to hurt you..." At this point, Jun couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt on his face.
The expression on Han Xiaoling's face suddenly stiffened, then relaxed, and said with a wry smile: "This may be God's will, you don't have to feel guilty, just take the blood without any worries!" Although he said this, there was a hint of lightness in his eyes.
of sorrow.
Liu Qiankun turned his hand and took out a jade bottle, removed the cork and moved it close to the wound that started to bleed again. His heart would tremble with every drop of blood flowing into the mouth of the bottle. He knew that no matter how many explanations he gave, it would be in vain, so he could only remain silent.
He watched drops of bright red blood of the saint flow into the bottle.
After taking more than ten drops of blood, the wound stopped bleeding. He put the cap on the bottle, casually tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his gown and carefully bandaged the wound... Han Xiaoling beside him watched all this quietly, with the corners of his eyes.
I don’t know when there were two crystal tears on my face.
She knew that the man in front of her was filled with self-blame and helplessness. Compared to the man who had gone through life and death for her, this little pain was nothing. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but stretch out another jade palm to gently caress the man's forehead.
The frown between the eyebrows...
"Does it still hurt?" Liu Qiankun raised his head and asked stupidly.
Han Xiaoling frowned and said, "It hurts!"
...Liu Qiankun was speechless and didn't even know where to put his hands.
"But..." Han Xiaoling stopped talking.
"But what?" A hint of bitterness appeared on Liu Qiankun's face. It seemed that her unintentional mistake still made her resentful after all!
Han Xiaolin paused for a moment, his watery eyes staring closely at the eyes of the man opposite him, until he saw him dodge a little, and then he said word by word: "If you...can't...be safe...I...will...more...
pain!"
...Liu Qiankun once again stood stunned on the spot, but there was an unconcealable joy in his eyes.
After a long time, Liu Qiankun calmed down his inner impulse slightly, looked at the unknown door in the distance with bright eyes, and said seriously: "Don't worry, even if I die, my soul will take you out!"
The voice was decisive and clanging to the ground, and he was filled with an indomitable and domineering spirit. Even the evil immortals and evil gods could never stop him from rushing out of this place where gods were imprisoned.
"Ling'er..." Liu Qiankun turned around and hugged the melancholy Han Xiaoling into his arms, calling her name passionately, but his heart was full of hesitation. He didn't know why? Once he met a woman who made his heart beat, he would
The mother-in-law will get up inexplicably!
"Send me back to the ring!" Han Xiaoling, who had a delicate heart, had already understood the man's thoughts and said calmly.
Liu Qiankun nodded, stretched out his hand to caress the beauty in his arms and put her into the ring again, picked up the Qingming Sword and strode towards the extremely hot door.
The air began to ripple and twist again, and Liu Qiankun was getting closer and closer to the door. With his almost divine body shaped in the water of yin and yang, even if it was burned in the fire for a hundred years, it would not be damaged at all, let alone
This 'little bit' of heat!
"Hey!"
Liu Qiankun shouted loudly, swung his sword towards the gate, and a green light burst out. At this time, he was still ten feet away from the gate.
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking through the air suddenly started, the raging heat wave was broken by the sword energy, and the blue light formed a huge cone-shaped vortex in the air, and the top rushed straight towards the milky white door with thunderous momentum.
boom!
There was a loud bang from the door, and the violent wind stirred up the heat waves all around. Peace returned to Sumeru Room, with only the peeling gravel on both sides of the cave walls proving the power of the sword.
"Hehe! It really can't be broken!" Liu Qiankun sheathed his sword and said with a smile.
He floated to the door. After looking up and down carefully for a while, he didn't find any difference from other cell doors. He simply put away his sword and took out the jade bottle containing Han Xiaoling's blood from his arms.
laugh!
Before a drop of blood even dripped onto the door, it was completely evaporated by the heat wave surging around him. Seeing this, Liu Qiankun quickly tilted the mouth of the bottle to his mouth, and a stream of salty liquid quickly flowed into his mouth.
puff!
A blood arrow spurted out from his mouth, hitting the door with a burst of spiritual energy, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a red mark the size of a palm.
Liu Qiankun was completely stunned. He didn't expect that the saint's blood would have no effect at all when sprayed on the door!
"Pooh!"
Feeling depressed, he lowered his head and spat heavily on the ground. Unexpectedly, a dull roar came from his ears.
Chachacha...
(An update is here! Three thousand words in total! Please encourage everyone to collect books and recommend them! Thank you!)