Legendary Pharmacist

Facing the flying attack, Forty-Seven did not dodge, and planned to resist with his body.

Just when the handprint that inspired the magic spell was cast to the last step.

The air behind him suddenly fluctuated, and a figure appeared from it.

The red flintstone long sword stabbed forward, instantly piercing through Elder Xueyun's back waist robe, and slightly pierced the skin on the side of his waist.

The sword carried gray-green smoke, following the tiny wound, it sank into Forty-seven's body.

The person who pierced the fire stone long sword was naturally Mo Junrong.

Mo Junrong didn't want to get entangled with the elder Qian Yunzong, so he left at the touch of the sword point, turned away.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Rang and six other Tianming Palace disciples also entered from outside the Mirror Yin Formation.

Taking advantage of the short moment when he appeared, he pecked Weapon Wang Siqi on his body.

There was also gray-green smoke from their weapons, which penetrated into Elder Blood Cloud's hands, feet, backs.

The kung fu used by Elder Xueyun Forty-Seven required a rapid rush of Qi and blood in his body.

Mo Junrong and others sneaked in the soul-breaking smoke, and happened to use blood to spread it.

The addition of the two is equivalent to adding fuel to the fire, and the soul-breaking smoke reaches all the veins in the body in the blink of an eye.

Forty-seven's movements froze, even though he finished casting the last step of the Bone Exploding Curse in his hand, the energy and blood connected to the spell suddenly lost control.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen attacks landed on him, smashing them to the iron gate of Wentian Pavilion.

Pat, the flying tiger tooth fell to the ground, and he still failed to cast the Bone Exploding Curse after all.

The effect of Duanhunyan gradually increased, and Forty-seven felt a splitting headache.

It was as if there was a stick stirring in the brain.

He dragged his bruised body to sit up with difficulty, leaning against the iron gate and glaring at Mo Junrong and the others.

With a hideous and distorted face, he gritted his teeth and only spit out three words: "You...use...poison..."

Then his eyes began to loosen, and his expression became dull.

More and more areas of the brain were melted by the soul-breaking smoke, and his intelligence was rapidly disappearing.

Mo Junrong swung the fire stone long sword, chopped off Elder Xueyun's limbs with a few strokes, and then cut off his head with a horizontal sword.

The tip of the sword slashed on the ground, and the golden-red power of heaven and earth gushed out.

Among them, the flaming power of heaven and earth released high temperature, which ignited the broken body of Blood Cloud Elder Forty-Seven.

"The elder gatekeeper is dead, you two should keep the hidden mirror formation and don't let anyone know that there is something abnormal here.

The others followed me into the Wentian Pavilion. After entering, I will tell you what the treasure you are looking for this time is. "

After finishing speaking, Mo Junrong stretched out his hand to push the big iron gate of Tiange.

But the iron gate didn't move at all, not even shaking it.

Strange, why can't it be pushed away?

Mo Junrong looked up and down along the crack of the door.

The entire iron door had no lock or handle, just two black and pitted iron plates.

There is no handle, indicating that it does not open outward.

But the door is not locked, so why can't it be pushed open?

A disciple of the Destiny Palace next to him poured the power of heaven and earth into his arms, and slammed his palms on the iron gate.

The iron gate seems to be harder than the black iron, and with the power of three revolutions in the False God Realm, two palms can't leave any marks on it.

"Senior Brother Mo, this door is so hard, there may be reinforcement formations embedded in it."

"I will try again!"

Mo Junrong didn't believe in evil, so he raised his sword and performed the Dragon Slaying Sword Art, and slashed at the door five times in a row.

There was a clanging sound, sparks splashed everywhere.

There wasn't even a scratch on the iron door, so I really thought the sword had missed it.

This... Mo Junrong was dumbfounded, Hong Rang was dumbfounded, and the thirty-six Tianming Palace disciples were dumbfounded.

After finally getting rid of the elder janitor and covering the terrain with a phantom formation, he was finally stopped by an iron gate.

Living people are actually stumped by dead things, this is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!

Hong Rang stepped forward to fumble for the iron gate, and even knocked on it with his fingers.

"Senior Brother Mo, this door should be made of cast iron, but cast iron is not that hard.

I suspect it needs to be opened in a special way, maybe there is some kind of magic weapon or something. "

Hong Rang's words reminded Mo Junrong.

He walked quickly to the charred corpse, and used his long sword to pick apart the ashes and rummaged through them.

In addition to the broken bones that are not dark, there are also some metal objects, broken jade plaques and the like.

Picking out these things one by one, Mo Junrong carefully identified them, looking for something that might be a magic weapon to open the door.

Hong Rang waved at the others: "Why are you still standing there, spread out and look for it, maybe the old man Gan Yunzong hid the thing that opened the door!"

The crowd dispersed quickly, some groped along the outer wall of Wentian Pavilion, and some searched on the steps of Wentian Pavilion.

Some people also cut down the low shrubs planted on the side to check, or knocked on the floor tiles under the eaves to see if there is any hollow space.

One of them saw a small square table near the gate and walked over to fumble on it.

With a click, a panel on the side of the table was pulled away, revealing a hidden compartment.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Brother Hong, there is a secret compartment here!"

He shouted for everyone to come over, while he reached out and groped in the dark compartment, and caught a long, cold thing.

Taking the thing out, the golden luster made everyone's eyes shine, and the mood was instantly excited.

This is a model of Wentian Pavilion, the whole body is made of pure gold.

The windows, beams, and eaves are all exactly the same as Wentian Pavilion.

Even the tiles on the eaves are clearly visible, and none of them are bad.

Such an exquisite model of Wentian Pavilion, and it is hidden in the dark compartment of the square table, must have something unusual.

Mo Junrong took the model and walked to the gate, and tapped on the iron gate a few times with it.

There was a jingling sound, and the door was still closed, with no intention of opening it.

Another Tianming Palace disciple said: "Brother Mo, I'm afraid this thing has a special usage, and the door cannot be opened by knocking directly."

Mo Junrong nodded in approval, put away his long sword and began to play with the model of Wentian Pavilion.

Flip from front to back, and from top to bottom.

After looking for a while, Mo Junrong still couldn't find any buttons or anything like that.

He tried to inject energy, and the model shone golden, but the door still didn't move.

No way, there is no response to the injection of energy, so what is the use of this thing?

Mo Junrong handed the model to others, gathered the wisdom of everyone, and tried to unlock the secret of this thing.

The models were being passed around in the hands of the Tianming Palace disciples. Suddenly, a short disciple shouted excitedly.

"There are eyebrows, there are eyebrows!"

I saw him pour energy into the pure gold model, point to the densely packed floors on the model, and show it to everyone.

"Look, after injecting energy, I only need to poke hard at the windows on the floor, and the golden light on this floor will become darker.

I tried it just now, and there was a reaction on every floor. I guess this is the way to open the Wentian Pavilion. "

Mo Junrong took the model suspiciously, injected energy and poked the floor window hard.

Sure enough, when the finger pokes at the window, there will be obvious frustration.

Then the golden light on this layer will dim, as if the mechanism inside is closed.

After trying more than 30 layers in a row, each layer was like this, and Mo Jun quickly guessed the real usage of the model.