The reflection of the sword blade shines on Zheng Yuantai's face.

Sweat trickled down one by one along the twisted facial muscles, dripping to the ground.

"What if the door is destroyed?"

After hearing what Tang Butian said clearly, Zheng Yuantai was shocked at first, then relieved. He said: "Xiao Tang, it's okay if I call you that, I..."

He saw Tang Butian turn to look at Jiang You.

"I have been thinking about what it means to cut off meaning," Tang Butian pursed her lips, "Losing meaning means that it does not exist, that is, it is dead. The door does not exist, the passage does not exist, and it can be killed, even killed.

grim Reaper."

Zheng Yuantai's eyes fell on the knife in Tang Butian's hand.

Wooden scimitar.

The curvature is soft and the texture is quaint.

Only the tip of the knife is sharp.

"This wooden knife..."

"I got it in the Sword Tomb."

"Is that the sword?"

"right."

"A trace of God's will is in this door," Jiang You took a few steps forward and walked up to Tang Butian. He saw that the shirt on her shoulder was torn open and some blood seeped out.

"This so-called god, part of his remains seems to be in the research institute."

"That god?"

"Perhaps," Jiang You nodded, "With this small gap in the door now open, some weak insects can come and go freely, and with this trace of spiritual thought on the door, it will continue to devour and assimilate these beings.

"The attracted bugs," he smiled, "the bugs Mr. Lin encountered probably slipped out from here. Maybe they came earlier and hid in the magic weapon during the chaos."

"Am I also assimilated by it?" Zheng Yuantai's voice interrupted.

"Yes." Jiang You answered him.

"What should I do?" Tang Butian asked.

"You don't need to kill this spiritual thought, you just need to keep consuming its power to weaken it so that it can pass through this gap," Jiang You picked up a strand of Tang Butian's hair scattered on his shoulders.

, there was some blood on his hair, and he ran his fingers down his hair, "I can use it as a sacrifice to close this door."

"I'll do it," Zheng Yuantai said.

"I can do it." Tang Butian said.

"I have fought it, I have experience, and after knowing what it is," Zheng Yuantai grabbed his sword with his hands that had turned into claws, "I want to fight it again."

Tang Buyian was silent.

There is only the last trace left on the door.

She said: "Okay."

"You Heyi...like your master, do you only practice sword intent?"

"right."

"This is my sword intention." Zheng Yuantai said.

As the words fell, the wind rose.

The wind blew across Tang Butian's cheeks.

She heard many sounds in the wind, willow branches swaying slowly by the river, ripples on the water, and drizzle falling into the soil...

Waves of gentle wind surrounded Zheng Yuantai's body.

He stood up in the wind.

He stood very unsteadily, almost relying on his sword to hold up his upper body.

He is standing.

The wind blew against the door.

The knife marks completely disappeared.

A layer of light peeled off from the door, and it rustled down, breaking into countless light spots and flying towards Zheng Yuantai...

Scales spread across his body.

Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist burst out from his body.

The wind blew away the fog.

The scales on his body were gone, as if they had been cut off, and the flesh and bones were exposed.

Tang Butian tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.

"He doesn't want others to see him like this." Jiang You said softly.

Tang Buyian stretched out his hand.

The wind blew through the gaps between her fingers, and she said, "He is demonstrating his sword intention to me."

The wind wrapped the light spots and turned them into small wind balls, floating around and illuminating the cave.

Tang Butian saw Jiang You nodded to Zheng Yuantai.

Zheng Yuantai's body floated upward.

He raised his sword.

The wind stopped.

A crackling explosion-like sound sounded, and the wind ball rotated at high speed, turning into whirlpools of wind, strangling the light spots wrapped in it.

The light and shadow on the door are distorted, as if struggling.

Suddenly, all the light dimmed, and the light in the crack of the door also dimmed.

"Ah..." A painful roar sounded.

"Uncle Zheng?"

After his eyesight adjusted to the darkness, Tang Butian saw Zheng Yuantai standing by the door, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbing himself in the body.

Just as she was about to move forward, a wall of wind blocked her.

Zheng Yuantai closed his eyes.

The light twisted on his sword, and his body struggled to get out.

The wind surrounding him roared, and he heard the cracking sound of his bones. He was broken. He turned his head hard and saw Tang Butian.

There is light in her eyes.

It's tears.

A transparent spider thread stuck to the door, then a second one, then a third...

Zheng Yuantai's body was slowly pushed out.

First the tail, then the torso, then the hands...

Just as Tang Butian was about to move forward, Jiang You wrapped one hand around her waist from behind and grasped her knife-holding hand tightly with the other.

"you……"

"Tang Butian, watch carefully, you only have one chance."

Tang Butian blinked his eyes hard several times, tears fell, and his vision became clear again.

"After your uncle consumed part of its power, he pretended to fall into a trap, led out its body, and bound it in his body. Now I use the spider web as an altar and them as sacrifices, and close the door," Jiang You said

She whispered in her ear, "You have to kill the door the moment before it is completely closed." He paused, "I will extract Zheng Yuantai's soul at that moment. It may not be too complete, but reincarnation is not a big problem.

."

"What am I going to do?"

"Do what you want. If there is no door blessed by divine thoughts, you can kill it."

Tang Butian looked at the door. It was not a door, but a tunnel. It was a very dark and long tunnel. There were many hungry corpses and monster corpses piled on both sides of the tunnel. She saw a few invisible white glimmers at the front of the tunnel.

.

The tip of the wooden knife sinks.

Jiang You let go of his hand.

The last ray of light is about to seal the spider silk.

Tang Butian stabbed the wooden knife at that point.

The wooden knife penetrated the door.
To be continued...