Subterranean.

Nick, who seemed to be going to help Simire, disappeared after a few steps, but the next moment appeared in front of the copper door that they had ignored for a long time. He turned his back to everyone, held his arms and looked up and down.

"Damn seventy level." Hyde muttered.

The three monks who had just raised their guard also looked surprised and immediately turned the direction of the attack. Simere took the opportunity to remove the mercury defense, but was rushed over by Mrs. Morgan, who was rushing over, and fell to Nick along with the others hanging on the big rat. When he landed, he was gently held by the breeze.

The blue sword rain fell, and Simeer, who was unable to react, was pulled by John and the twins, and placed it directly in front of the crowd, and his arms were also placed in a very ritual position. Simeer picked up the bone staff of his right hand dizzyly, and the mercury dripped, flowing, and expanding, spreading a transparent silver sky above everyone's heads. The sword light penetrated, like thousands of twinkling stars.

"You are still quite honest!" The twins patted Simire's shoulder, raised their hand and drew a cross on their chest.

Simere turned around, pinched the bone staff, and instantly wanted to use it as a baseball bat.

"Come and open the door quickly, don't waste time, fight quickly." Nick was a little impatient. Simere calmed down, paused when passing by Mrs. Morgan, and withdrew her gaze, feeling relieved.

Qi Youfeng was actually brought over by tied to the mouse's tail, without saying a word, as if he had been knocked out or was stunned.

Walking to the bronze door, Simire stood his bone staff in front of him and recited a few strange syllables. The two clenched fists on the head of the bone staff twisted slightly, and a slender finger stretched out, and the fingertips of the awl were scratched along the thin slits between the two bronze doors.

The copper door suddenly opened and silently. Simire heard someone whispering that the one that stretched out was not the middle finger. She was speechless for a moment and was too lazy to greet the mentally ill behind her, so she took the lead in stepping into the copper door.

When all the Christmas clown mercenary group and all the people and rats walked into the door, Simire stood and looked back. A drop of mercury popped out of the crack of the door that was about to be closed and flew into his hand, turning into a small silver ball.

Darkness came in an instant, light came in another instant, like the sun rose and the moon set, a layer of black fog rolled on the ground, gathering above the head into two floating spheres, golden suns and silver moons.

On the arch like the sky, two semicircles, one large and one small, are spliced ​​together. In the center is a concentric circle with seven layers, each layer is filled with various symbols and riddles.

The riddle seems to be written in some ancient text. The people present strangely found that they could understand something, but before the meaning of these texts became clear in their minds, the letters were rearranged and combined, and they became a new puzzle.

The arch is covered with these layers of circles, the center point seems to be infinitely far away, and the surroundings seem to be infinitely wide. The arch closes downward, and various pictures with unknown meanings are drawn on the four walls.

Lion and phoenix, stag and eagle, two-headed man, three-headed dragon, one-tailed lizard, the dismembered man recovered in the pot, the king drowned in the river, three red, white and black three-colored pigeons fighting in the decanter with thin necks and wide belly, children playing, women washing clothes and red people shining by the red sun.

The patterns gather at the feet and are supported by the branches and leaves of a lush tree. The crown is at the feet, the trunk is around, but the roots are in the sky. The center of the crown is a golden crown.

Such complex patterns and such colorful colors ultimately fall into everyone's eyes, but nothing more than the four colors of black, white, yellow and red, which harmonize and highlight the key to these four colors. It seems to be a mirror that connects the sun and the moon above and the king's mural below.

One obvious thing is that there is no channel here.

Dion went to check Qi Youfeng's condition again, confirmed the man's dizziness again, and then studied these paintings full of alchemy with great interest.

"you"

Simire couldn't help but be surprised. Looking at the Christmas clown bathing in the dome under the sun and moonlight, the draft of defense that had been prepared for a long time was in her throat, neither up nor down.

"Talk the point directly, what to do next." Nick walked straight to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and tidied his hair.

"Just go through the mirror, it's enough." Simier replied sly, without the calmness of the owners here.

"This is OK, I thought I was going to put us in the coffin." Nick turned around, and everyone from the Christmas clown mercenary group had gathered in front of him.

"Confirm for the last time, is there anyone who changes his mind?" Nick asked routinely, and got the "no" that was as neat as the scene.

Nick stood still, the Christmas clown mercenary group led by him, scattered around him, as if satellites were orbiting the sun in different orbits.

The sun saw the wandering dirty snowball and nodded generously to it.

"Sir, please start."

There is a term in alchemy called ritual death, which is also a necessary step to join the Temple of True God in setting.

Earlier in Beitai City, Nick was the first person to be missing every year, and Nick was the one who guessed her whereabouts the fastest.

Craft once heard stories from Nian Nian to introduce the existence of underground waterways and copper doors. At this moment, he linked these two doors to Nian Nian's situation. Nick realized the mystery of these two doors.

Everyone, including every Nian, firmly believed that the copper gate in Beitai City, which was closely guarded, was the key, but since there were two choices, the possibility would increase as a result.

After Nick led his men to find Simier, Simier frankly explained how to enter the Four Seasons Valley to find every year - when entering through another door, the members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group tacitly reached a consensus in private.

Whether it is additional conditions or necessary steps, they are interested enough in this camp that seems to be more dark, so they don't mind participating in a strange religious ritual-like event deep in the snow-capped mountains.

Mrs. Morgan lay on the ground, scratching her claws at the dove painted on the wall. Her bean-sized eyes dripped, and suddenly she arched her back and roamed around the wall with her body, trying to catch the dove that was jumping around.

Qi Youfeng was thrown to the ground by it. When she woke up from the fog-like dizziness, she saw a scene that was both sacred and weird.

In the sky, someone whispered solemnly. His outer robe was dyed with a layer of purple-red ink blue, and the bone staff he held seemed to be plated with gold. A ray of golden light reflected a straight hexagram in the air, and there were two inverted overlapping triangles hidden inside, one black and one white.

People of different heights lined up to move forward. Qi Youfeng couldn't see their faces, and could only see the sober mind of these people from their calm steps and demeanor.

What they lined up to pass by was a mirror, a mirror that was bright and abnormal but could not reflect any image.

Standing in front of the mirror, these people are black; walking into the mirror, these people are white; when disappearing from the mirror, these people seem to turn into red shadows, red mists rise from behind the mirror and fly between the sun and the moon above their heads.

Qi Youfeng lowered his head and closed his eyes for a while, checked the friend list from the system interface, and then confirmed that he was just in the game world, rather than falling into a dream world.

When the last tall elf disappeared from the mirror, Qi Youfeng finally stood up, and was all attracted by the confusion and surprise at what he saw, the dissatisfaction and resentment at the treatment he had suffered, as well as the many anxiety and concerns that were silently observed by Simire.

"Is this in the door? Where is the passage? Every year? That is the passage?" Qi Youfeng looked around and walked quickly towards the mirror, but only hit the ice-like mirror.

"It's not completely considered a passage, but since the altar has been activated, the other should have become an ordinary cave, and we will see it after we go out." Simere said, pointing upwards to the top of his head.

Because the altar in the Sishi Valley is protected, it is impossible to be completely sealed by any barrier. Another door that degenerates into a cave becomes a hole at the bottom of the barrier, and can be entered and exited at will.

Qi Youfeng immediately turned around and wanted to leave.

"The exit is on the other side." Simire kindly reminded and pointed to the mirror.

"Let me go." Qi Youfeng asked without hesitation.

"This is not just a matter of walking through it." Simere explained patiently, but was interrupted in just a few sentences.

"It's okay, let me go!" Qi Youfeng was completely patient and held the hilt of the knife.

"...Okay, it's a good thing for you anyway, but I don't care about after-sales service." Simire stopped talking and asked Qi Youfeng to stand up. She shook the cuffs and drew an alchemy array under his feet.

"From my experience, the fact that you broke out of the city before may be a bit serious, and you will be expelled from the sect."

"Well," Qi Youfeng sighed, a little annoyed, "I'm going to bother her again."

"You really love her so much?" Simire asked curiously, looking up at his expression.

"It has nothing to do with you." Qi Youfeng restrained his expression and looked at Ximier coldly.

Simire was not angry, and continued the previous topic, "Since players can choose to join the master's sect, they can naturally be expelled or even betrayed the master's sect. This is a reasonable development under the rules of the game."

"It will naturally be a little more difficult to lose the protection of the master, but other possibilities will also occur."

"For example, being surrendered by you, the True God Temple?" Qi Youfeng also roughly clarified his thoughts and retorted.

"It's better than being caught in the level and being chased by the master's sect, and being anxious all day long, right?" Simire added, "You can't always be protected every year, although I don't think she will mind."

Qi Youfeng didn't say anything anymore, the repulsion and resistance all over his body dissipated, and the tense muscles also relaxed.

However, he was still unwilling to be led by Simire by the nose.

"How unbearable is your camp? You have to trick players into joining them one by one." Qi Youfeng said with a slight slight look.

"Not anyone has the honor of being plotted by me personally." Simire shook her sleeve and painted the magic circle.

"Prepare to go in, and then you can go and reunite with your little lover."

As soon as the words came, both of them felt unsteady in their standing. The sun and moon hanging on the dome were shaking by something, and the mirror in front of them began to tremble, and the mirror surface was rippling like water.

The two of them looked at the mirror at the same time.

To be precise, it is the other side of the mirror.

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