Chapter 136: The Gate of Hell

"Okay, then I'll leave this to you, Xiaoyao." Lin Ruo smiled faintly when she heard this, and then she waved her sleeves lightly, and the cold shadow sword that was floating in the night sky like a ghost, flashing with a cold blue light, was like being pulled by an invisible hand, and returned to her hand with a whoosh, making a crisp and long echo.

She nodded, and then turned around, like a fallen leaf in the night wind, lightly and quickly drifting towards the direction of Dulang and others, leaving behind an elusive back.

Outside the golden light shield, the atmosphere seemed unusually solemn.

The old man was holding the black long sword in his hand at this moment. On the sword body, a blood-red light was burning like the fire of hell, as if it could devour all the light. The tip of the sword, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, was straight and firmly against the light shield, making a sizzling sound, as if two forces were silently competing.

However, the seemingly fragile light shield was like a copper wall and iron wall. No matter how the blood-red sword raged, it did not move at all, not even a ripple.

The old man's face became more and more ugly because of the sudden frustration. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness and anger.

He now knew that the power hidden in this light shield was not something he could shake alone. This made him feel an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on his shoulders, making him feel unwell.

The air around him seemed to solidify, and only the subtle sound made by the contact between the blood-red sword and the light shield seemed particularly harsh in this silent night.

The old man took a deep breath and tried to calm the waves in his heart.

In the end, he had to use the treasure of his family.

The thought fell.

He took back the black sword, and his figure suddenly climbed high and stayed above the night sky.

Not far away, the children of the noble families on the flying boat also began to move. Their figures jumped down like monkeys and fell towards Dulang and others.

This was the order of the heads of those families. Since they couldn't break this turtle shell, they would capture those guys and take them as hostages.

Xiaoyaoer on the wall also saw this scene. She turned around and shouted to Xiaobai who was standing blankly below.

The next moment, Xiaobai changed. The huge white wings opened again. The wings flapped, and dust rose all over the sky. The white figure soared into the air and flew out of the castle.

A white curved horn stretched out from Xiaobai's head.

A trace of thunder was shining on the curved horn.

Xiaobai's appearance immediately changed the pattern of the battlefield.

Those children of the noble families who were originally arrogant seemed to suddenly lose all their sharpness and confidence in front of Xiaobai's invincible momentum, becoming timid and no longer posing a threat.

"Hmph, next, it's my turn to deal with that old guy."

A sly smile appeared on Xiaoyao'er's lips, and her eyes were shining with cunning and intelligence.

She was thinking about sleeping! After all, Dad always told her that sleeping too late would affect her height, and she didn't want to miss every minute of her growth.

The thought fell.

Her hands seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. At some point, five colorful flags had quietly appeared in her palms, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky, emitting a mysterious and ancient brilliance.

Each of these five flags represents a different color: red like flames, orange like warm sun, yellow like golden autumn, green like bamboo, and blue like the deep sea. They danced gently between Xiaoyao'er's slender fingers, interweaving a series of gorgeous patterns, and the air was filled with an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

In the night sky, a full moon was obscured by the old man, and his figure outlined a deep outline on the edge of the moonlight, as if he was a ghost from ancient times.

As the old man slowly raised his hand, a huge and ancient portal gradually emerged behind him, which was both illusory and real, like the edge of dreams and reality, which aroused endless imagination.

The portal showed a bronze luster, and the years had left mottled traces on it. In the center of the portal, three big characters "Ghost Gate" were clearly visible. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, as if it contained endless majesty and terror.

The old man dared to use the legendary Ghost Gate as his own Dharma image. This courage and arrogance made people wonder how much rare merit he had accumulated in the world to bear such a heavy burden.

"Five-sided Demon Exorcist Array..."

Xiao Yao'er's voice was cold and firm, like a spring in the cold wind, penetrating the silence of the night.

As the words fell, she waved her hands, and the five colorful flags seemed to be given life. They broke away from her palms and turned into five streams of light, cutting through the night sky, rushing to the five directions of southeast, northwest, and center, and finally hovering in the air. There was a faint light connecting them, forming a huge five-element formation diagram, covering the entire world.

"Boom boom..."

The night was as dark as ink, the stars were hidden, and a roar that seemed to come from ancient times suddenly exploded in the silent night sky, shaking every inch of air, and even the faint light of the stars seemed to tremble.

The legendary ghost gate behind him slowly cracked a thin crack in the dark light and shadow, as if the door to another world was gently pushed open.

The thunderous vibration resounded throughout the night. The violent vibration carried an indescribable gloom and solemnity. It rolled through everyone's heart like thunder, making the entire night tremble.

The space seemed to be torn apart by this force, with ripples appearing in circles that were difficult to detect with the naked eye, just like the calm lake surface was thrown by huge rocks, causing waves in all directions.

Everyone looked up involuntarily, looking through the layers of night and fixating on the ancient and mysterious ghost gate.

I saw that as the crack in the door gradually widened, a cold air quietly spread, freezing every inch of the air around it.

Immediately afterwards, groups of soldiers wearing broken armor, as if they had spanned a thousand years, slowly walked out of the unknown abyss. Their steps were uniform, but there was a dead silence that did not belong to this world.

Some of these soldiers rode war horses wearing heavy armor. The sound of the horses' hooves was dull and powerful, and every step touched the hearts of everyone.

Some were holding broken spears and spears. Although those weapons were in dilapidated condition, they still emitted a cold light, as if they had witnessed the splendor and desolation of countless battlefields.

Their faces were blurred and their eyes were empty, as if they were just walking corpses driven by some kind of force, but they also carried a kind of majesty and power that should not be underestimated.

"The Yin soldiers borrowed the opportunity..."

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