The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 165 Enter
In the image, a man in a white robe has one hand behind his back, one glove raised, holding a glowing ball in his hand, like the sun.

Under the man's feet, there are countless clouds, and among the clouds, there seem to be dozens of creatures that look like birds flying.

Zao Wou-ki stared at the picture for a long time, but did not understand what kind of story this picture was telling: "Those two people should have entered this door, but... what is behind this door? This picture Who is the person above?"

"Why do you care so much about him? Just go in and have a look and you'll know?" Sui Xing said disdainfully, no matter how powerful he was, he had seen it before, and he didn't believe that there was anything too dangerous in a mere world of cultivating immortals.

"It's true!" Zhao Wuji nodded, put his hand on the stone door and pushed hard.

But Shimen not only didn't move at all, but a strong light erupted, blowing Zhao Wou-ki away.

He hit the wall heavily, Zhao Wuji felt dizzy, but he was protected by Tianyi armor, so he didn't suffer any damage.

"What... what's going on here?" Zhao Wuji stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and asked in surprise.

"This is a kind of restriction. It seems that if you don't have a certain level of cultivation, if you want to enter this door, you will be blocked by the restriction. I don't know if there is such a restriction in the first place, or it was arranged later, but It doesn't matter, I'm here!" After observing the stone gate for a while, Zhao Wuji put his hand on the stone gate again, and the Qi of the weapon spirit emitted by him was transmitted.

Shimen reacted again, on the image above, the sun-like ball of light held by the man's palm suddenly released a faint red light, wrapping Zhao Wou-ki's body, and then went 'Whoosh! With a sound, Zao Wou-ki's figure disappeared in front of the stone gate.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a wonderful space.

The sky here is extremely gloomy, the dark clouds are rolling, and the large trees and flowers are turning yellow, as if they are withered and withered at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

The road is paved with gravel, and the roadside is full of bones of various animals, among which there are inevitably many human...

(End of this chapter)