The Era of Game

77 It's a key

"Who would you be? It's just a little thief who came to steal the Qingyuan Sword!" Wan Jingtian said disgustingly.

    Being dismissed as a "little thief" by a bandit, the lame boy seemed to be greatly insulted. He said, "I am afraid to scare you to death! I am the son of City Lord Lianyun, Xie Fei!"

    Wan Jingtian hadn't heard of the son of the city lord, so naturally he didn't see it in his eyes: "What about the son of the city lord? He stole it on Shirong Mountain and fell into my Wan Jingtian hands. Damn it or die!"

    Wan Jingtian looked terrifying, and Xie Fei couldn't help shivering: "Aren't you afraid that my father will bring troops to kill you?"

    Wan Jingtian laughed: "You have been imprisoned on Shirong Mountain for more than ten days. If you really are the son of some city lord, or if your father really knows that you are here, you still care about your life and death. Come to kill, right? You still need to threaten me now?"

    Wan Jingtian took out a short dagger, spun it around in his hand, and then suddenly threw it out, flew back against Xie Fei's temple, and stuck it on the door frame behind with a thud.

    The skill of flying a knife, but his ability to see. Especially after a few days of hitting the water, the strength of the wrist has improved, and the accuracy and speed of the flying knife have also improved.

    Xie Fei yelled "Ah" unconsciously, and sat on the ground in shock. Obviously, he is not a calm master.

    The voice of the guard came from outside the door: "Master, what happened inside?"

    "No!" Wan Jingtian shouted at the door, "I am here, at most I killed a prisoner, what can I do?"

    When Wan Jingtian said this, he looked at Xie Fei with a smile. Xie Fei's forehead was sweating cold, and he said, "Well, I said, I said! I said, can you let me go?"

    Wan Jingtian drew his ears: "Huh? Let you go? When did I say that? What I said clearly is ‘I can't kill you' right?"

    Wan Jingtian took out another unsheathed dagger and played with it: "Then do you mean it or not?"

    Xie Fei gritted his teeth: "I said! What you have in your hand is a Hell Summoning Orb originally stored in my Lianyun City. You can communicate with the Fire Elves and open the door to Hell!"

    "Hell calls spirit beads?" Wan Jingtian looked at the small cherry-sized bead in his hand, "Then what are you bringing this to my Shi Rongshan?"

    "I heard that the Qingyuan sword is hidden in the Hell. If you want to enter the Hell, you must call the Spirit Orb from the Hell!"

    Hell? Does it mean the lava cave?

    "Then how do you use these beads?" Wan Jingtian continued to ask.

    "Just take it to the door of Hell, and it will naturally open the door of Hell, just like a key." Xie Fei said, "It's just that it is a spiritual key, an emperor-level fire spirit. Teacher, refining and separating from Hell. So once it is used, it is equivalent to sending it home, and it will melt into Hell again."

    Wan Jingtian widened his eyes and said, "You mean, the door of Hell can only be opened once?"

    "Yes."

    "Then how do I get out after I get in?" This is indeed a problem.

    "The door of Hell will be open for two hours at a time. You only need to come out within that time. But..." Xie Fei suddenly smiled badly, "You should think about how to come out, right? In a place like Hell, how can you withstand the high temperature inside? Oh, no," Xie Fei glanced at Wan Jingtian, "I think you are like you, I guess you haven't walked to the gate of Hell and been rescued. Transform it!"

    If the entrance of Hell is a lava cave, the temperature is indeed very high. Wan Jingtian stood a few hundred meters above the magma last time, and it was too hot to bear. The temperature of the magma was probably at least several thousand degrees!

    But Wan Jingtian suddenly thought of something. He asked Xie Fei, "Then how are you going to get in? You will bring the key to Hell. You must have figured out how to get in?"

    "Method?" Xie Fei happily, "What method do I need? I am the spiritual root of the fire genus, so just walk in with a swagger!"

    "The spiritual root of the fire genus? Are you a man with spiritual power?" Wan Jingtian felt a little underestimating him.

    "Otherwise? If it weren't for that fat man, how could I be captured by you mortals!" Xie Fei's brain circuit does not know how long, it is clear that he has been a prisoner in such embarrassment, but he is still a prisoner. The posture of aloft.

    The fat man who caught Xie Fei should refer to Gao Baoshan. Gao Baoshan is indeed the top master of Shi Rongshan.

    Wan Jingtian said: "I don't know much about spiritual power... But can you withstand the heat of thousands of degrees with the spiritual power you can't even beat "that fat man"?"

    "What are you talking about? Thousands of degrees?" Xie Fei was surprised at this next turn. "Is the temperature in Hell that high? How do you know? You fooled me!"

    Wan Jingtian clutched his head and hardly wanted to continue the conversation with this i***t. He asked: "Then how high can you stand the temperature?"

    Xie Fei straightened his chest: "It's more than a hundred degrees! Pouring boiling water on me, it makes me comfortable!"

    "Okay, okay." Now Wan Jingtian really believes that this Xie Fei is the son of the city lord's family-the dude, they are almost like this!

    I think the reason why he is being locked up on Shi Rong Mountain is because he has not yet understood the information clearly: he hasn't figured out whether the Qingyuan Sword is on Shi Rong Mountain or whether the people on Shi Rong Mountain can compete with him. Let alone formulate a feasibility plan, just head over.

    Such a guy can live to such a big age, thanks to the protection of his city lord's father.

    Wan Jingtian asked someone to shut Xie Fei back, and Xie Fei was still yelling: "I told you everything I knew! When will you release me? By the way, if you know where the hell is, You take me there! I am the spiritual root of the fire attribute! I can withstand high temperatures! Is the entrance of Hell on your mountain? Is the Qingyuan Sword on your mountain?"

    Xie Fei's voice became smaller and smaller as he was dragged further and further.

    Wan Jingtian took out Liang Sisi's carcass-now only it can be counted on. But the temperature of the tire shell is like the water in a deep well. Can such a faint coolness really help him walk into the hell and into that piece of magma?

    Is the Qingyuan Sword really hidden in that piece of magma as Chen Qing's speculation?

    Wan Jingtian decided not to waste any more time. He packed the two halves of Song Xiaochuan's tyre shells and some necessary tools, so he took Xunzi and a small team of people and hurried out.