It was a sound like thunder and anger.

The entire Taibai Mountain seemed to be shaking, and endless momentum scattered irresistible from the white clothes above and below the ancient trees.

It's like the Yellow River falling from the top of the Nine Heavens.

Thousands of feet flowing.

He suddenly rushed over the mountain.

Countless people looked up to it.

"This is?"

Everyone who was crushed by the terrifying momentum was completely confused.

Why did you suddenly stop talking?

This is the third day of preaching. During these three days of getting along, everyone has basically understood the nature of this senior.

This is a Confucian disciple with compassion for the world.

Although behavior is different from ordinary people, it is definitely not considered moody.

But at this time the senior in white was already in a rage.

Anyone can feel the terrifying anger in him.

"I'm afraid something happened!"

During the preaching of these days, Zhang Tianquan's current cultivation has also entered the refining of essence into qi.

He stood up and looked at the angry senior in white under the ancient tree, frowned.

It is definitely not a good thing to make this person angry like this.

"How dare you? How dare you?"

Ji Man stood up out of thin air, but the terrifying momentum of Mount Tai collapse did not fade away at all.

Instead, it became even more irritable, sweeping across the sky and shaking the whole world.

The clouds on Taibai Mountain rotate for it.

It seems to be reflecting the anger of this senior.

"How dare you release these guys?"

That is anger, the anger of Confucianism, the anger of national soldiers, and the anger of strong people.

Ji Man looked up at Kunlun, and his deep eyes slowly turned golden.

It seems like I want to see through the whole world.

Before it, a golden picture and text began to slowly appear.

A huge golden gate appeared on top of the pictures and texts, and seemed to have a towering but unshakable momentum.

But above the gate, golden Taoist scripts like chains, were already dim and dull.

And outside the gate, the sound of impact shaking the door.

The golden Taoist script on the door has already faintly disintegrated.

"Not good! Kunlun Demon Locking Valley is about to be lost!"

Ji Man shouted loudly, then jumped up and rushed straight to the clouds.

The golden pictures and texts dissipated.

"What happened? The teacher was in such a hurry?"

Since preaching, everyone has called Ji Man the teacher.

This is a relationship and a huge backer.

With such a teacher, if everyone takes action, they don’t look at the monk’s face and Buddha’s face. If they kill, they will have to see the person’s face.

And people on the mountain can also have some relationship with each other.

If you take action in the future, you will always have some concerns.

Therefore, even if Ji Man didn't recognize him, everyone still called him this.

"Locking Demon Valley? It seems like a big door?"

Someone repeated Ji Man's words.

"But what gate is worthy of the teacher?"

Chen Xiangyan pulled up the knife beside him and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

In Wudang and Shaolin quickly passed the news to the ninth game.

On Taibai Mountain, teacher Ji Man Breaks the Crown and leaves.

"Satellite positioning, check where he went?"

Satellites can monitor high-speed moving objects, just like countries checking Angels Cass and Dracula.

"Just just now there was an object with a speed of up to Mach 8, flying towards the northwest."

"northwest?"

Hu Ziming quickly looked at the map.

There is a mountain in the northwest, called Kunlun.

"Is this going to Kunlun? Locking Demon Valley? Is it there?"

...

Under the gate of Hell in the distance, thousands of demons roared.

The terrifying demonic aura rolled behind the golden gate.

It rolled up snowflakes and flew in the air.

The demons imprisoned here are different from the peace of the past, and are all struggling with all their strength at this time.

There are eagles of giant birds dozens of meters high, and cold-blooded snakes dozens of meters high, from scales and armor to birds and beasts.

The door that blocked their departure was constantly trembling.

This is an opportunity.

The only chance to die.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

The sound of knocks echoed under the gates of hell.

There are eighteen levels of hell under Kunlun, which are divided into layers to measure the cultivation of the demons and seal them.

Each level has a criminal law.

And the first layer is the Ice Hell.

It is all about the extreme ice and snow here, and there is no so-called spring, summer, autumn and winter.

There is only cold here in one year, ten years, and a hundred years.

The endless cold wind roared, stirring up endless snowflakes and blew the bodies of the monsters.

The chains outlined by Daowen run through the bodies of the monsters and nailed them to the ground.

As the door was constantly knocked, they kept struggling and roaring.

Finally, amid the sound of rocks shattering, golden Taoist texts on the gate shattered.

The door was broken.

"roar…"

Countless monsters roared.

In their memory, they have been waiting for this day for too long.

The door, which lasted for many years, finally broke.

They began to struggle wildly, trying to break the golden chains on their bodies.

For a moment, in the ice hell, huge figures flipped.

Scroll the snow in hell.

But above hell, deep in the invisible space, a dragon-patterned red tripod was surrounded by golden lights.

The four legs are on the dragon pattern on the animal face, and there are thunder and clouds and fire patterns engraved in all directions.

The heavy, grand and powerful force of the eternal pressure rises from the tripod to suppress the endless hell.

It is a kind of heavy, as if it has transcended the years and is full of endless vicissitudes.

He pushed countless monsters here fiercely.
To be continued...