Old Tang and Qilan walked quickly towards the castle, but the road seemed to be endless. They kept walking, and the castle in front of them was always in front of them, without any sign of getting closer.

"Qilan, do you think we should take a break?"

Old Tang was panting from exhaustion. He held on to the railing on one side and moved vigorously. Each step was like a thousand pounds of cement poured into it.

"The goal is ahead, keep working hard."

This is what he warned, but he himself was a little overwhelmed and panted heavily in front of him.

"No, it can't be done anymore."

The brave old Tang collapsed. He collapsed on the bridge. He didn't understand how a seemingly short bridge could walk for so long and still feel like it was carrying a mountain on its back.

They walked on this short bridge, just like walking on a long bridge with a mountain on their backs. They were able to persist for so long thanks to their dragon blood.

"Don't let me know who built this broken bridge."

Old Tang hit the bridge deck angrily, and the solid glass bridge shook instantly, as if it could not withstand the punch.

Qilan was knocked down by the sudden shock. He just got up from the ground and wanted to say something, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Good guy!"

He was extremely shocked. Should he say it or not, was this the king of the Dragon Clan? With a fist punch, the bridge deck that had trapped them for a long time changed.

"Old Tang, get up and take a look, there are changes ahead."

Old Tang chose to believe in Qilan for the last time. He stood up holding on to the railing. The sudden shock just now did bring different results.

Right in front of Qilan, a Y-shaped intersection appeared out of thin air. It seemed to have been there all along, but the two of them couldn't find it, so they were punched out by Old Tang.

The two roads were parallel at first, and at a certain moment, the two roads began to twist at the same time. One pointed to the castle above, and the other pointed to the projection of the castle underwater.

This is the road to the mythical kingdom of God, and only that mythical road can have such a magical shape and ability. This is a power that mortals can never reach.

"What's next?"

Qilan looked at Old Tang with sincere eyes. This reincarnated king had already proven his ability, and now it was time for him to hug his thigh.

"Ah, ah? Ah!"

Old Tang ordered his troops and generals, left and right, and finally carefully chose the road on the right and the road on the left that led to the bottom of the water. It seemed unreliable, so it was better to go to the castle on the water.

The two were ready to go again, this time without the interference of the bridge. They quickly passed the twisted bridge and arrived in front of the magnificent castle, where a giant black dragon once stood.

The reliefs carved outside the castle are silently telling the world something, but no one can understand the meaning inside.

Qilan sighed and stroked these reliefs. He knew that there must be ancient history hidden inside, but he could not analyze it himself. It was simply helpless that he could not enter the treasure mountain.

Old Tang on the other end came to the door carelessly, but there was no door in the real sense. Instead, there was a huge human face, a huge human face of pain. His mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to swallow something.

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"Qilan, what is this? How do you get in?"

When in doubt, ask Qilan. Anyway, there are only two of us, so don’t ask him who to ask.

However, Qilan was obsessed with studying reliefs and did not hear Old Tang's cry for a moment, so the angry Old Tang gave the ugly figure a kick.

The figure yelled, and Old Tang also yelled. The figure cracked, and Old Tang hugged his feet and patted them.

Old Tang looked at his feet, then at the cracked figure, and then at the world behind it.

"What? What a stinky habit, a door that opens with just a kick, what a crazy hobby."

Old Tang walked straight into this sacred hall, and suddenly a strange feeling of dizziness arose in his mind. He quickly covered his head, as if he had been here before.

But how is this possible? How old is he? According to Qilan's explanation, this place has a history of at least tens of thousands of years, and humans were not even born at that time.

"Bastwick!"

Old Tang subconsciously let out an angry roar. He reacted instantly and quickly calmed down his anger.

"Who is Bastwick? Do I know this man? Why are you so angry?"

Old Tang looked at this sacred hall with fear. He didn't want to go any further. If he continued walking, something terrible would happen. He immediately turned around.

The door he kicked open was closed again, blazing flames rose, and something extraordinary seemed to appear in front of him, and he was calling himself.

Old Tang heard the call in his heart. Something was calling him in front of him. It was the whisper of a devil, so he chose to knock on the door angrily.

"Break the door, open it for me quickly."

"It's your uncle's. If you don't open it, don't blame me for kicking you to pieces later."

With a sound of "ton.", Old Tang immediately hugged his foot. He wanted to kick the broken door open again, but he relived the experience of foot pain, and still failed.

At this time, Qilan outside the door also noticed something was wrong. The old Tang who had been nagging him was missing. He quickly gave up his research on reliefs and looked around for Old Tang.

There was only such a small position at the door, and the only thing that could make him disappear suddenly was opening the door and walking in. So Qi Lan walked in front of the door. He had read about this kind of magic in the library, but he didn't know if his own blood would have any effect.

He stretched out his fingers and placed them on the sharp teeth of the painful figure. The sharp teeth pierced his skin, and his blood flowed into the painful figure.

After waiting for a while, Huo Ling slowly opened a gap, inheriting the Black Emperor's direct bloodline. Although it was thin, it was qualified to open the door to the king.

Old Tang, who was still struggling with the door, was suddenly knocked away by the door that suddenly opened. He got up from the ground. He glared at the door, but he didn't expect that the door was opened. He rolled and crawled in a hurry to rush outside.

However, Qilan stopped her and looked at her with concern, "Old Tang, are you okay? Why did you run in alone?"

"I don't have time to chat with you now, let's go out quickly."

Old Tang broke free from his restraints, and before Qilan could figure it out, he pulled him through the open door.

The living spirit completed its mission faithfully, and then closed its body again, completely cutting off the passage to the outside world.

Old Tang slapped the broken door desperately. He didn't want to meet the devil calling him. If he wanted to go out, he shouldn't run around. Wouldn't it be good to wait for Lu Mingfei where he was?
Chapter completed!