The whole body of the Biqiong magic palace is wrapped in a white light curtain.
Just below the virtual shadow of the palace, a vague multicolored ladder extends through the light curtain from the gate of the palace, which should be the only entrance to the blue dome magic palace,.
Liu Ming takes a look at the multicolored stairs. Instead of passing by immediately, he looks at the white light curtain outside and looks up and down at the defense system laid down by the archaic friars.
The light cover is as white as jade. It looks calm, but it shows a kind of unusual thick feeling.
Liu Ming's heart read a move, then released a wisp of mental strength, slowly swept past.
However, when there is still a few feet away from the light shield, the mental force seems to have met an invisible barrier, and it can no longer enter into a minute, and there is a faint smell of danger coming out from the deep.
Obviously, there will be no good result if there are people who want to rush.
As soon as Liu Ming's mind turned around, he regained his mental strength. Meanwhile, a trace of meditation flashed through his eyes.
This blue dome magic palace, a single outer shield, is so magical that it is really a relic of the ancient friars.
At this time, there was a loud noise coming from the multicolored stairs. From a distance, people were trying to climb the multicolored stairs.
Liu Ming's face moved, and he immediately looked at it quietly.
At the moment, a young man with a yellow face was trying to climb the ladder. Liu Ming recognized him at a glance. He was in Fangshi before,