True Martial World

The trial of the female emperor's secrets lasted for a whole year, and finally came to an end.

All of this has nothing to do with Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi. They did not intend to come out.

At this time, Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi stood on the long white jade ladder. In front of them, there was an old and heavy door.

The gate is poured from unknown metal and the surface is covered with delicate patterns and reliefs.

On the left side of the gate, a picture of the next day is engraved, while on the right side, a picture of the cold moon is engraved.

This gate is the gate of the sixth floor of the tower.

The sixth floor of the descending tower is also the last layer. What is there, Yi Yun is not known.

"Can't open."

Standing in front of the gate, Yi Yun shook his head. Even if there was Qingyang’s hand, he could not open the door.

Beside Yi Yun, Lin Xinyu looked seriously at the reliefs on both sides of the door. She gently extended her fingers and pointed her fingertips across the lines.

After a long time, Lin Xin said: "The surface of this door is engraved with a pattern. This method is the lock on the door. It may take you and me to work together to open."

Lin Xinyi’s words reminded Yi Yun that he sinks his mind and touched the next day on the left side of the gate with his hand.

This picture of the next day is actually somewhat similar to the next day's picture of the Tai's holy law. Of course, the degree of mystery is far from a level.

When the perception sinks into the map of the next day, Yi Yun slowly touches the core of the array, and also understands the principle.

This round of the next day and a cold moon need to be injected with pure yang and pure yin energy to be stimulated. At that time, the array will naturally work, and the gate of the sixth floor of the tower will be opened.

It seems that the first five floors of the tower of the gods are all qualified for passing the examination. The sixth layer is different. It is about to change the female emperor's heart to a certain level.

Yi Yun hesitated a little and tried to inject the energy in his body into the map of the next day.

At the moment, Lin Xinyi was in the heart, and she also extended a hand to the cold moon map.

The two hands reached the array and the other hand was held together.

The minds are connected, and the yin and yang are complementary.

The pure yin and pure yang energy are poured into the door, and the ancient patterns are lit up one by one.

For a time, the bronze door was full of brilliance. The two floating statues of the next day and the cold moon were alive. The world in the statue seemed to be projected around and became a real world. As the next day emerged, a stream of clouds Covered with the sky, and the rise of the cold moon brings a vast starry sky

The yin and yang scenes alternated and emerged. Until the two people in Yiyun and Lin Xinyi consumed 70-80% of their energy, their foreheads were sweating. This door was only closed and did not open.

Finally, the energy of the two people is difficult to support. With the exhaustion of vitality, the surrounding light and shadow disappeared, and the shiny pattern of the formation slowly subsided. The white jade steps recovered the darkness, as if nothing had happened.

Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi looked at each other and were helpless. Lin Xinyi sighed and shook his head: "The gap is too far, and our strength is far from enough to open this door."

"indeed"

Yi Yun took back the pure yang energy in the body, and his heart was slightly unwilling.

What will be inside the sixth floor of the God Tower? If you can open it, you can also take a little more self-protection in the face of the rising Tianyuan world.

When Yi Yun looked at the six-story gate of the Tower of God, he was sighing, and after hundreds of millions of miles away, there was an approximate scene. It was also a long step, a figure, slowly picking up the stairs.

This is a vast and endless land. In the middle of the earth, there stands a grand altar. The altar is black and thousands of feet high. The stone walls of the altar are not smooth, but are covered with countless bumps. There are big dragons that are as big as a dragon, and small as a baby's fingers.

These bulges, not the decorations, are the white bones that are poured into the altar.

Above the endless white bones, there is no lingering rhythm of law and energy. They are not ordinary bones, but from powerful wild animals, or the power of ancient times.

This is an altar made of bones!

In the middle of the altar, there is a long, straight step, and the steps are faint red, like being stained with blood.

The steps fell from the top of the altar to the bottom, like a red peg.

A woman's figure, along the steps, slowly walks toward the top of the altar

Around the woman and the altar, on the earth, countless wild animals gathered here, quietly witnessing this scene.

These wild animals are as big as mountains, small as ants, endless, and spread all the way to the horizon. They can see the black pressure, and the smoke and dust of the wild animals are hidden in these smokes. Among them, no margin can be found

All the wild animals, whether powerful or too old, or weak as ordinary poultry, do not make a single voice, they surrendered around the altar of the gods, the expression is full of awe, like a statue of statue.

The woman was wearing a thick dark red robe and holding a half-man-high cane. The cane was like a pointed cone. The top was slightly thick and the tip was sharp and slender. At the top of the cane, an unknown totem was engraved.

A long cloak, hanging from the back of the woman, dragging on the steps, the surface of the cloak, embroidered with the ancient totem, the woman's black hair hanging down like a waterfall, covering the totem

The woman is slender, with bright red lips and beautiful looks. Between her eyebrows, there are three cinnabars, which adds an indescribable temperament to the woman.

She is like a red plum blooming between heaven and earth, magnificent and vivid to suffocate.

Looking at him, people can't help but think of a poem, "Blood-dyed paintings, how to enem you with a little cinnabar"

This woman is less than two decades old, her name is

Jiang Xiaorou.

She is the most important girl in Yi Yun's life, but even if Yi Yun is standing here, he may have to lose a few seconds to recognize his sister.

When comparing the cloud shortage, the simple and beautiful girl, Jiang Xiaorou in front of her eyes, has already reborn.

Step by step to the center of the altar step, between the girl's eyebrows, inexplicably, a faint sigh of indulgence, her steps, slowly slowed down unconsciously.

Around the altar, among the countless wild beasts, there are still people of the desert, and they are watching this scene.

"Soft, what are you hesitating?"

Just then, in the girl's ear, there was a loving and sweet voice.

"No, mother."

Jiang Xiaorou gently shook his head, and the shackles between her eyebrows disappeared. She clenched her cane and continued to step toward the top of the altar of God.

To be continued