Since the discovery of the two copper doors in the Sishi Valley and the underground waterway, all monks have been helpless about it, and they cannot know what this door is, how to open it, and where it will lead to after opening it.

They just knew that this gate was strange, with the sword unable to cut, the sword not pierced, the water and fire not invading, and the talisman magic and immortal arts that blasted over were not effective, and it was helpless.

Nian and others have always believed that the tower in the center of Sishi Valley and the central one was built to suppress and seal this door, but in fact, the door appeared quietly one day after the Sishi Valley was built.

A masterless object was stuffed into the barrier space jointly built by several major cultivation sects in China. This situation that broke through the cognition of the monks immediately aroused everyone's vigilance, so the areas in the Four Seasons Valley were divided in directions, and when needed, they could selectively close or cut off the connections between various places.

At the beginning, the door was just an ordinary door. There were no door posts and door frames, and two thick red copper plates stood close to the ground. The copper plates were smooth and without carvings, and there were no handles or locks.

It cannot be pushed, pulled open, and knocked down. The monks sent some people to guard it, so they did not pay attention to it for the time being. After all, Beitai City had just been established and there were many things to deal with. Everyone could not circle around a door.

However, the Mingtang disciples guarding the door found that there were gradually more patterns on the door, which looked like the familiar Bagua diagram, and were also equipped with door knockers and locks. In a few days, streams of condensed wax oil-like things oozed out of the cracks in the door, and they piled up layer by layer and turned into a strange-looking tower, with all the blue, red, white, black and yellow colors.

Looking at the word "Fengqi" that automatically appeared on the tower, the disciples of Mingtang didn't want to guard it anymore. The masters of Shaolin Temple were quite disdainful of such demons and did not like the hustle and bustle of Beitai City. They guarded the tower and began to practice subduing demons and achieving enlightenment.

As if he had noticed the changes in the guards, the appearance of the pagoda became more and more normal. In a few days, it became a white and solemn pagoda, with statues covered with mighty Arhats, compassion for Bodhisattvas, and solemn Buddhas, vivid and lifelike.

It just made the monks in Shaolin Temple very angry and wanted to demolish this pagoda that blasphemed Buddhism every minute and every second.

It cannot be removed. This white tower is like a ball of dough, which is allowed to be kneaded flat and rounded. After a while, it will become bright, straight and dazzling again.

Master Hengshan of Shaolin Temple made a great wish to push the tower. The monks from other sects were happy and let him do it. However, in private, they could not help but say that these monks seemed to be getting more and more irritable. Is this inexplicable obsession a little too deep?

The door in the underground waterway was discovered not long ago, and there was no strange change. The Mo family, Yunji Sword Sect and the people from Mingtang jointly guarded the situation for several days. Fortunately, since nothing happened, they were a little slack.

Who would have thought that these slight slackness would kill more than thirty disciples? The three surviving people were distraught and their eyes were like swords at Simeer, wishing they could cut him into pieces.

I just heard the conversation between these murderers just now. At least this black-robed mage is related to the bronze gate they guarded, and this unforgiving disaster must also be related to him!

The Mo family swordsman roared, almost as sad as blood crying, stepping like wind, slashing horizontally, and slashing straight as thunder. The sword-controlling cultivator pinched the sword technique with his hands, and a sword instantly turned into millions of sword lights and poured down towards Simire's head. The old man in Mingtang was broken and his beard was cut off half. At this time, he was a little hesitant and had no movement.

Simire dodged the knife, but could not dodge the sword. Looking at the Christmas clown mercenary group that had all withdrawn from the attack range, he did not call for help. A drop of mercury fell from the bone staff and instantly expanded, covering him in the middle.

The flowing mercury solidified, and the sword rain fell from the air, jingling and shaking, countless sparks were wiped out on the smooth and solid shield.

"Why do I think this defense skill is a bit cheating?" The twins muttered unwillingly. Faced with the powerful attack of this elite-level NC, their defensive light shield is definitely not that strong.

"It is estimated that the props' attributes were modified in advance, such as density and additional effects. In this way, even if the rules cannot be broken, the props that have been made can still be used." Dion analyzed.

"Tsk tsk, this is the benefit of the inside. All the previous actions were done without any blame." Hyde was very dissatisfied.

"In this way, no one can tell what trump card he has hidden." Sarah frowned and looked at Nick, "I'm afraid I can't test anything this time."

"It is also a result to be able to find the possibility of a trump card." Nick nodded and touched his chin, "Do we want to give the old man a friendly reminder and set it on fire?"

"Hey!" Qi Youfeng, who had been an audience for a long time, couldn't help but interrupt, a little impatient, "You must have forgotten, you are still waiting for us to rescue every day in the Sishi Valley!"

With the strength of these people, they could clearly break into the copper door quickly, but they wanted to waste time playing poisoning and massacre. They didn't fight with the three monks. At this moment, they still planned to plot against Simire. Are they still concerned about life and death every year?

Nick sneered and did not answer Qi Youfeng's question. Dion replied quite gentlely

"Don't worry, we just want to figure out Simire's true intentions so as not to act rashly at his mercy. After all, no one can be sure whether these two doors can connect, right?"

"Do we have other choices?" Qi Youfeng asked.

"I'm afraid there is no more." Dion smiled.

Qi Youfeng was about to speak, but Nick interrupted impatiently, "Okay, it's useless to tell him these things."

The tone of this sentence was a little contemptuous, Qi Youfeng was a little dissatisfied, but Nick was even more displeased, "Niannian is still waiting for us to save him? Who are you treating her as? Weak and incompetent?"

"I don't think she is weak and incompetent, but do you really think she can be alone under the siege of cultivators of this strength?" Qi Youfeng pointed to the three cultivators in the distance and replied with anger.

Sarah looked at the two people who were facing each other helplessly, grabbed Nick's sleeve, and the rest shook their heads in disappointment - they were also counting on Nick to fight Qi Youfeng.

"Okay, he's right. Cy probably needs our help," Nick wanted to retort again, and Sarah glared at him, "Don't tell me, you don't understand Cy's style of acting."

Nick shut up in disappointment. The others also returned to their seriousness.

Dion smiled and said, "I just hope she can be a little calmer this time, at least play hide-and-seek for a while."

Nick's face turned darker, he stepped heavily, his fingers flew, and the wind was howling, and he went to help Simire deal with the three annoying guys.

Dion reminded him that he probably didn't have much patience every year to hide. At this moment, he couldn't say that he had already stood in front of the enemy and asked for a quick battle.

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In the valley of Four Seas, it floats in the air every year, and I don’t know how to describe the scene in front of me for a while.

After the bone arrow was shot out, the melting stone tower seemed to break a dam, and it sprinkled all over the ground with a rush, but what fell to the ground was neither broken tiny crystals nor greasy liquid, but wriggling milky white insect eggs.

Every year I got goose bumps all over my body. Looking at the monks who were flooded with insect eggs, I couldn't help but chant "Amitabha" and "sincere" several times.

I just don’t know if this thing falls into my mouth, is it considered a meat-filled person? Will a big bug grow secretly in the ear canal and nasal cavity?

Every year I patted my forehead, drove away all kinds of strange and disgusting associations, hovered downwards, and approached the ground.

The insect eggs covered the field of view, and the raised hill-like thing was particularly obvious. It flew closer every year, and I felt nauseous again.

The uncounted fat and soft caterpillars were swallowing each other, and their jelly-like translucent bodies were bitten through. A pool of milk-like blood burst out with a squirting sound, and were sucked clean by the caterpillars nearby. Then the snuffed bug also became food and was bitten and sucked dry by another slightly larger person.

Every year, my scalp was numb and I opened my bow and shot. The ice-blue magic arrow fell into the pile of dozens of insects that had already expanded to the thickness of my arms. A few straight white popsicles were frozen and quickly eaten up.

As the dozens of insects twisted and swollen, I saw a piece of red copper plate tightly wrapped by them, and traces of burning on them.

The monks in Shaolin Temple are still struggling in the tide of insect eggs, and they feel cold all over their bodies every year.

Once all these insect eggs hatch, will the things that are finally fed to eat people, right?

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