Heaven is fearless

The real area inside the dangerous building is much larger than the actual area that can be seen by the human eye. Those large and small darkrooms can be combined to form a real dangerous building. Of course, Tu Zhao didn't know this, he was captured by Yougou The three-step fascination made me dizzy, my mind was dizzy, and I saw everything as if I had double images, and I didn't even realize that I had walked into the dark room of someone else's house.

Behind the secret door is a long, narrow ladder. The stone ladder is built on the wall, barely enough for one person to walk along. It clings to the wall naked, without even a symbolic guardrail. Down is a black, bottomless hollow with scales. The sound of animals swimming in the water faintly echoes here.

It was very quiet all around, without lights, and the stone ladder could be vaguely seen spiraling up along the circular patio-shaped cavity.

When Tu Zhao stepped on the stone ladder, he was a little puzzled as to why it was much darker in front of his eyes, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, almost to the point where water mist could be condensed when he exhaled. Such coldness made Tu Zhao clearer, and his walking posture was stable When I got up, although my mind was not spinning very fast, I felt as familiar as returning to Kunlun.

Kunlun is full of wind and snow in four seasons, and the mountain gate is covered with snow all the year round. Even Bai Yujing will fall on the ground according to the weather. He carries a long sword on his back and practices meditation on Kunlun year after year. The chill that penetrates into his bones is his The most familiar temperature.

Tu Zhao was in a trance, as if he could smell the smell of cold snow permeating the air, like the cool cedar smell that rolled out of his sleeve when his master held his hand and taught him to swing the first sword in the early years, it was everywhere Wrapping around him tightly, whispering softly in his ear, what is it talking about——

Inside the circular empty tower there was whining and wind whistling. Tu Zhao tried his best to listen to the sound in the wind, but the sound was always indistinct. He looked fascinatedly at the front where he could not see anything. Urging him to go up and up...

With a drunken flush on his cheeks, Jian Xiu straightened his back, step by step, stepping steadily towards the seemingly endless stairs. This stone ladder has an unknown number of steps. It seems that he can't finish it no matter how he walks, but he can swing his sword in a day. Ten thousand sword repairs are not afraid of being bored and lonely. Tu Zhao climbed up patiently. The frequency of each step was the same as the previous one. When he reached the point where even the smell of alcohol had dissipated slightly and his sanity began to return. , I finally saw something new that was different from the previous scenery.

This is a stone room that suddenly appeared in the sky, or it should not be called a stone room. The huge domed stone top is covered with ancient Austrian patterns, and bronze chains as thick as a child's arm extend from all directions, holding a square. The big thing in the square, Tu Zhao looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what the thing in the square was. Curiosity suddenly arose, and he was eager to go up and have a look.

However, the sword cultivator, who was blinded by the residual alcohol, never thought of using a flying formula. In fact, he didn't think of flying for such a long distance before, so he just finished walking in a proper manner. When he got here, he still couldn't figure out how to get up.

There is no road ahead, and he cannot walk up, so what should he do?

The sword cultivator grasped the sword that never left his body, thinking drunkenly, the master said that the sword cultivator must rely on the sword in his hand to do things, so he should ask the way with the sword.

With a clang, the long sword was unsheathed!

The bright and thin light pierced the deep road ahead, and slashed towards the bronze chain with an indomitable momentum!

The chains welded into the wall are strong and strong, no matter how heavy the load is, they can never withstand the full blow of the peerless sword cultivator.

When the sword was slashed, a chain broke like hot oil meeting a blade, and the falling half of the chain hit the wall with a loud sound, echoing here like the roar of an ancient clock.

As if Tu Zhao had never heard of it, he bent his backhand and made another sword strike!

The two chains fell down with a bang, and the object lifted above also slid a bit, moving a few inches toward the side where the chains were sparse.

Tu Zhao showed a subtle smile, the light in his eyes was still hazy, but the expression on his face became bright and sharp.

Another sword!

The two chains snapped!

The square object froze for a moment, then fell to the side, and slid down with a bang!

It was only at this moment that Tu Zhao realized that it was a dark coffin with a chain tied to it. It was thanks to this chain that it held the coffin firmly in mid-air and lifted the heavy coffin dangerously. The thing wobbled and stopped, but as long as it came again, it would follow Tu Zhao's will and fall into the bottomless darkness below.

Under the sure victory, Tu Zhao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He seemed to be in a daze, and he raised his head stupidly, as if he was looking into a beautiful dream that he couldn't wake up from——

The moment the coffin toppled over, the person sleeping in it fell down. The snow-white long-sleeved robe spread its wings like a bird and a crane in the wind, and his long crow-green hair without a crown fluttered in a mess. He closed his eyes tightly, His expression was indifferent and restrained, and there was a light blue sword pattern between his eyebrows, like a puff of cold snow on the top of a mountain shining on the moon, taking on a human form, and the overwhelming smell of cold pine coming from the cold wind, his face seemed to be able to illuminate this quiet world, in a trance for many years The old dream of the past has become a reality again.

Immortals come to him, together with mountains, rivers, bright moon, cold snow and high pines.

There were thunderous bells and drums reverberating all around, and the bells from Kunlun Mountain struck Tu Zhao's heart. Together with the various sounds in his memory, they hit his eardrums up and down, and the huge loss drowned Tu Zhao. Zhao, he wondered if he was crazy, or because he saw Master Mingxue who was exactly like his master a few days ago, so that the night dream was chaotic?

His inflexible thinking immediately stopped, and he looked up blankly, watching the fairy fall from the sky, no matter, even if it was a dream——

There was only a brief moment in the outside world, and Tu Zhao had already stood up, and he rushed towards the falling figure with an almost crazy gesture of a moth to the flame. When he grabbed the man's wrist, he saw the other person more clearly facial features.

It is as bright as the moon in the sky, rustling like a pine in the snow, graceful and elegant, and as pure as ice and snow.

This face... this face...

Tu Zhao is already a monk, even if he holds his breath for a few quarters of an hour, he can act as if nothing happened, but now he feels suffocated.

"Master..."

Tu Zhao subconsciously murmured.

Lying in his arms, the immortal fell asleep, but the body temperature in his hands was icy cold. Tu Zhao's lips trembled, and he desperately wrapped the master in his arms, stupidly and at a loss, trying to warm him with his own body temperature.

Tu Zhao hugged him and landed on the stone ladder by the wall, his expression was tangled between surprise and astonishment, and he looked a little ferocious. He put his hand on Ming Xiao's back, trying to infuse him with spiritual energy, but his consciousness had not yet been handed out. Suddenly, a beam of light came from nowhere.

Tu Zhao instinctively pressed the master into his arms, held the long sword, looked up, and saw a gap in the wall, opening a door, and a man was standing beside the door.

The black hair is winding, and the hair ornament made of twisted silver thread is entwined with pearls and gemstones and falls among the love threads, like stars dotted on the night, Gaohua's bright silver crown is worn on his head, and the curtain made of silver thread blocks the Half of the face swayed slightly with the heavy and rapid breathing of the visitor.

Tu Zhao's eyes swept across the deep purple cloak he seemed to have hastily grabbed and put on over his pajamas, and then fell on his fingers tightly grasping the door frame.

He has seen the slender hand carved from beautiful jade fiddle with the astrolabe. The star track is surrounded by a leisurely and noble air that controls the world. Still trembling unconsciously, as if he had exhausted all his strength to support his master's sick and torn body.

The witch master, Tianheng Xingjun.

Tu Zhao silently recited the visitor's name in his heart, the haze of being drunk by alcohol had completely subsided, and he didn't want to think about why the witch master hid the master in the dangerous building, obviously the witch he saw The Lord has a lofty bearing, no matter from which angle you look at it, he is a compassionate person who cares about the world...

He also remembered the other party's answer when he came to look for the whereabouts of the witch lord and divination master. At that time, the witch lord dealt with him gently, like a loving elder, but who knew that the master was clearly in the dangerous building. So close to him!

The intense emotion in Tu Zhao's heart was about to burst through his chest, and he wanted to question him in a cold voice, but the witch master was one step ahead of him.

The sickly young man didn't seem to care about what happened to him at all, leaning half of his body on the door frame and standing still, his voice was weak and urgent: "Put him back!"

How could Tu Zhao listen to him again, and said coldly: "Mr. Xing lied to me."

What he was talking about was the distorted answer given by the witch master when he asked about Mingxiao's whereabouts last time, but Tianheng didn't care about it at all, and there was only one person in his eyes: "—put him... cough, cough, put him back !otherwise--"

He spoke in a hurry, his breath got stuck in his throat, and he coughed repeatedly.

Tu Zhao swung his sword across, making up his mind not to listen to the witch master: "Let us go."

The witch master managed to catch his breath. Seeing that Tu Zhao refused to listen to him, he raised one hand and was about to strike a tactic. The Witch Lord spat out a mouthful of blood first.

The blood splashed on the curtain made of silver threads, the witch master bent over to pant for a moment, raised his hand with difficulty to lift off the cumbersome crown, threw it at his feet casually, and leaned tremblingly on the wall facing down Walking over: "You... put him back, iron wood stores vitality and keeps the body immortal..."

He was about to stop for a moment after speaking a few words, his eyes suddenly fixed on Tu Zhao's arms, his pupils shrank: "No... wait..."

Tu Zhao followed his gaze, and saw the sword fairy in his arms leaning on his arms, the long black hair falling behind his back, turning white from the end of his hair at a terrifying speed, just a few breaths In between, half of his black hair has turned into snow color.

Tu Zhao's hand holding the sword bounced away like an electric shock, and subconsciously went to look at the witch master. The other party covered his mouth, thick blood dripped from between his fingers, he frowned in pain, and most of his body was limp on the stone steps, It seems that the flowers in the mortal world have finally come to an end.

"Iron... wood..." A hoarse and weak voice came out of his throat, and Tu Zhao didn't care too much, stepped on the stone steps with both feet, and flew towards the coffin with Ming Xiao in his arms.

At this moment, the ghost king and tea baby, who were attracted by the loud noise of cutting off the chain, also came here one after another. The handsome ghost king quickly glanced at the scene in front of him, and his eyes froze on the bent body of the witch master who was vomiting blood. Then it settled on the fairy in white clothes Shengxue in Tu Zhao's arms.

My little brother, Ji An, is a smart man. This was stamped by Xu Shixi, who is full of black water. He usually looks heartless and laughs and loves to play, but in fact, his mind is changeable and flexible, and...extremely decisive and ruthless .

Preserving Ming Xiao's body is just to accommodate the law. If he had known that he would be discovered by Tu Zhao, he would never do anything unnecessary. Now that the Dongchuang incident has happened, having an extra master is equivalent to causing a big problem. Mingxue hasn't thought of a solution yet. If he was looking for something else, Tiandao would really be overwhelmed.

Zuo Mingxiao didn't have anything extra to do, so he might as well finish it off in front of Tu Zhao.

Thinking of this, the ghost king's eyes flickered slightly, and he made a bold move when no one could react!

The ghost energy condensed into a long knife several feet long, and rushed towards Tu Zhao, who shrank his pupils and raised his body to avoid the knife. Unexpectedly, the knife was not aimed at him at all, so he avoided it. It happened that the empty coffin was displayed in front of Xi Yi!

The long knife fell decisively and cut off the last chain that bound the coffin. Tu Ying couldn't stop him, and Tu Zhao hugged his master with both hands. The rapid change of the situation made him confused. , screamed hoarsely and shrillly with blood in his throat: "Xiyi——!"

He subconsciously reached out to grab the falling coffin, the dark purple cloak was thrown aside without hesitation, and was about to fly out of the stone steps and fall, the ghost king suddenly dispersed into a cloud of green smoke, caught him, and wrapped him tightly sent back to safety.

Blood gushed out of the mouth of the witch master held in Xi Yi's arms. He was like a snowflake that was about to fail. The flower grower was fascinated by him and tried in vain to hold him together. palm, but found that it was only hastening his death.

The blue and white dead air enveloped that noble and handsome face, Xi Yi hugged him with both hands, a blank blank appeared on Li Li's face, and then swept out like the wind with Tian Heng in his arms.

Tu Zhao wanted to chase after him, but Ming Xiao in his arms made him unable to move his hands away. Tu Ying was startled by this messy and strange development, and didn't react at all.

Without the protection of iron and wood, Ming Xiao's long hair had completely turned pale snow-colored. Tu Zhao took out all the elixir in the storage ring, placed Lin Lang on the floor, and poured bottles into Ming Xiao's mouth. It was useless at all, he didn't care much, he rushed out with Ming Xiao in his arms, he didn't know who to look for, but he couldn't waste time here.

After seeing the face of the man in his arms, Tu Ying's expression changed again and again, and when he contacted the ghost king's actions and some things his brother told him just now, the thoughts in his mind had already gone wild.

As soon as Tu Zhao went out, he bumped into You Gou.

I don't know how this building was designed. It was obvious that he walked such a long stone staircase before and saw the witch master, but when he turned his head to go out, he went out through the door he came in again.

Yougou came back to check on his situation, and planned to move him back to the room, but who knew that the unconscious person who should have been drunk actually stood upright, which shocked her so much that she couldn't recover for a while.

Tu Zhao didn't care what she was thinking, and hissed: "Save him——Taisu Sword Sect must be grateful to the girl!"

"?" A small question mark appeared in Yougou's eyes, and he lowered his head to look at the person with half of his face leaning on Tu Zhao's chest, his mind was shocked at the first glance, "He——how did you find him?!"

The author has something to say: Hahahahaha, the white-haired fairy you want!

Tu Ying has already conjured up a triangular drama that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods, and soon he will find that the triangular triangle is completely unable to summarize the emotional journey of these ruthless people...

Tuying: I'm still a child!

Rule: Don't say it, you are also one of these corners, you have to be self-aware :)