Chapter 57 The Legend of the Heavenly Book

The moon cage was covered with a black veil. In the dark night, Zhou Han stopped his heart and sank to the bottom of the valley. When he waved the Tianzi fan, the torches were all bright, and the firelight shone his shadow from all sides, pointing in several directions.

Zhou Han stood in a daze and his face was not good. He looked along every figure, but he couldn't see what he was looking for.

I have been to this room before, and huge suspicion flashed in Zhou Hanzhi's mind. I saw the furnishings in the room, which were cells, private execution rooms, and various torture tools piled up in one place. However, at present, these rooms are empty and half of them can't be seen. Zhou Hanzhi pushed out a breeze and lifted a fan. The door, from the easternmost room of Jiazi to the westernmost torture room, the thick iron gates were opened by Zhou Hanzhi under the power of Zhou Hanzhi, accompanied by a heavy sigh.

However, the more the door opened, Zhou Hanzhi's doubts increased, and even the bean-sized sweat came out of his forehead.

The lights shone, but there was nothing in the doors. The lights swayed, and he suspected that the hazy shadows in the room were all his figure reflected by the torches.

At this moment, Zhou Hanzhi only felt a trace of dizziness and didn't know what to think. Did the treasure he tried his best to get be listed first by others?

No! He raised a fan and patted his forehead, and suddenly thought that the torture tools piled up in the torture chamber were soaked with rust. How could it be exactly the same as what he had seen before? At that time, although the water prison was the same ring wall, it was clear that there were only three or four cells. How many of them came from? What's more, several torture tools in the prison room were covered with fresh blood. If you think it has just been used, how can it be idle here like a rust at this time?

"I don't know if there is any institution in the execution room that leads to that..." Zhou Han clenched the fan of heaven, held a trace of luck, and was about to walk to the execution room.

Suddenly, the earth trembled and shook in the water prison. Zhou Hanzhi was shocked and quickly thought that there should be an earthquake collapse here, or something strange? Before he could think about it, he turned around and walked, trying to follow the way and step on the stone ladder to the other end quickly.

However, as soon as he touched the iron gate leading to the outside world, the gate in front of him flashed in a shadow of light and disappeared.

"What's going on?" Zhou Hanzhi was terrified. He thought of the strange movement in the water prison, and a strange atmosphere was permeated, which was very different from when he came before. At this time, the surrounding space was strange, the sound of trembling, the light and shadow flashed, and the scenery on all sides seemed to be separated from the world space, leaving only a section floating in the endless void, and the ground of the water prison was even more It turned into square bricks and fell slightly below the unknown place of return.

In a blink of an eye, it was like a large snow cloud scattered, and the green bricks on all sides kept falling down. Only Zhou Han stopped standing at this small distance. He looked around and saw the space-time cracks of light and shadow overlapping on three sides. He didn't know what would happen if he jumped in, and behind him was the execution room. Time did not allow him to think much. Zhou Han stopped gritting his teeth and had already made a determination. As soon as he picked up his body and flew away, he rushed into the execution room.

With a crack, the gate of the execution room hit. Although the seven or eight cells on the wall and the torture chambers kept swaying due to space changes, they did not unexpectedly collapse and disappear, while the rooms on the wall suddenly flashed with light and slowly disappeared several rooms. The rest did not seem to be affected by the earthquake on this day and stood still, but there were a few cracks. Those doors , all closed one by one.

At half a cup of tea, the violent shaking stopped. In the collapsed space, several light bands of blue, blue and white were intertrayed, and the void reflected were endless. In this water prison, only four cells stood quietly in the void. The iron doors of these rooms were closed, silent, and the light was dark. They seemed to suffer at all. It doesn't seem to have any impact.

After a while, the mutiny happened again. The green bricks that had originally fallen into the void actually slowly soared in the void light band and rearranged them one by one. The disappearing scenery on all sides of the whole water prison was reunited and reunited in a roar. Of course, only the previously disappeared rooms did not appear again.

In the place where they were originally inlaid with iron gates, there were several more walls to fill the gap.

There was a lot of noise, but there was a stop. Everything came from the illusion and went back to the illusion. Finally, the change in the whole Anlehou prison stopped.

If anyone comes in for the first time, he will not find this different change in this water cell.

In a hall, Nuoda slowly regained its calm. Under the rockery, there was only one wall, and the water cell of the original seven rooms was reshaped. However, at this time, in the prison room arranged on the wall of the water prison, only the door was written separately

The sand of the Ganges, the world is boundless, incredible, and the four rooms are all the same cast iron gate outside, and there is only two iron railings on the middle of the window. Without lighting the torch, it is difficult for anyone to tell what is hidden in it.

When Zhou Hanzhi came first, the four rooms were arranged in front of him, or there were other changes. Otherwise, why did he immediately exclaim that it was wrong when he saw a row of rooms on the wall? However, the answer to this matter was only in his heart, but others were unsolved.

At present, there is a quiet darkness in the prison, but there is a faint uneasy atmosphere inside, just like a quiet and dark current. Suddenly, it is the sound of the door opening one by one. The turbid air rushes out an iron door, and a silver light is overflowing in the middle of the room.

Huo's, a slender and solemn Taoist man jumped out of a sword with a sword light, which was inlaid with a night pearl, and a big ruby moved by the night pearl. When the man jumped out, he waved his sword and pointed left and right, and only heard two sounds. It turned out that two people were stabbed by him when they chased out and fell to the ground in pain.

"This demon has no evil method. Don't be afraid. If you take him down, the marquis will be rewarded!" Suddenly, there was a roar in the prison where the door was opened. Suddenly, after the room and the iron door next to it, seven or eight black shadows gushed out. These dark shadows seemed to be holding weapons in their hands and surrounded the old road.

The Taoist priest snorted coldly and swept down the sword. That night, the pearl suddenly dragged out a streamer. The streamer flashed for a while, reflecting the nervous faces of these group of Chinese characters. They were clearly a group of servants dressed as servants. In an instant, they either held sticks, hesitated, or danced their fists. Head, angry.

However, this night pearl light is only like flowing water in the dark night, passing in front of their eyes for a moment. Next, several people's eyes were a flower. Before they could see it clearly, they heard the sword light flashing in the dark night, turning into a few dazzling white lights, like peonies blooming in the dark night, peonies blooming, lining The Taoist priest suddenly pinned his sword behind him, shook the Buddha dust with the other hand, and roared coldly. The screams around him seemed to bloom everywhere, coming from all directions.

I don't know anyone over there, with a crackling sound, lighting up the firestone in his hand and lighting a torch hanging on the walls on all sides.

"Hm?" The old Taoist seemed to be very smart, and at the moment when the flint sparked, he saw a swordsman's figure swaying and flashing in the northwest. The spark flashed out, and then the torch lit up, diluting the darkness of the room. At this moment, and at the moment when the swordsman was about to light the torch, the old man had already crossed his hand. The sword, like a flash of the wind, waved his hand and cut it.

With a bang, the swordsman opposite hung the torch in one hand, and the other hand was throwing a sword against the old road. The Taoist priest was stunned. When he recovered, a man in white rushed out with a faint light. The man took the sword in one hand and saw that the sword reflected the fire, only the deep darkness, simple and thick, and the man in white faced the sky. Jumping up, with the help of the sword cast by the swordsman behind him, he waved it out casually. The sword cut through the empty dark night, and its sound was particularly heavy. The Taoist priest was shocked to find that the power of this blow was like a night meteor, which was difficult to resist.

However, the Taoist swordsmanship was no less. He shook his wrist and turned it into a thorn. He obliquely picked up the sword of the man in white, and then went to attack the swordsman who was lighting the torch. The man in white kicked him from behind him. The Taoist priest didn't look at it. He turned around and shook the dust and just removed the power of his man in white. If he didn't hit it, he provoked it again. First, he jumped over the old road to protect the swordsman, but unexpectedly, the Taoist priest pointed diagonally at the sky, like shooting the sun. The man in white had no choice but to fight with the Taoist sword in the air, and was immediately blocked by his blow.

I didn't expect the old man to be so difficult to deal with, but the man in white was unwilling to show weakness. Without saying a word, he fell and stuck to the ground. It was like a greasy soap. He slid past the Taoist priest. The moment he passed the Taoist priest, the two waved their swords, one stood on the ground, and the other lay on the ground. On the top, the two sides waved their swords and fought against each other, with countless swords.

The man in white waved his black sword and stirred up the dark night. The Taoist swordsmanship was exquisite, and the sword in his hand was not weak. The slight firelight reflected. The two swords were colliding fiercely at the moment of electric light and fire, but unexpectedly, maybe the Taoist swordsman'sman was better, or the man in white did not take advantage of the black sword and only heard a light Ring, the Taoist priest stabbed with a sword, and at the moment when the man in white resisted his backhand, the dust in the other hand swept over early, and only gently rolled the sword in the white man's hand upside down into the air.

Suddenly, the swordsman in front of the Taoist priest happened to hang the lit torch and jumped up with the shining firelight. He was holding the sword in his hand. The long sword entered his hand and seemed to be like a fish in water. His man danced a few sword flowers and cut off the dust stirred on it. Then another sword waved out and stabbed the old Dao's eyebrows. Heart!