Qin Ming couldn't describe this wind.
He is peculiar.
Anything has only one temperature, either cold or hot.
It is common sense that cold and heat cannot coexist.
But this wind broke common sense.
Qin Ming had no way of sensing its true temperature, only feeling hot and cold.
"It's here."
With the wind blowing, Zhang Yi had a bright smile on his face.
Even the old man in the flood realm, whose face hadn't changed all the time, had a slight smile on his face.
See them stop and go, to a completely different place.
The three warriors also understood that they seemed to have reached the top of the tower.
Zhang Yi and the others were shocked.
Guess in my heart, who are they, and why do they know the right way?
It's definitely not a good thing to be caught.
I don't want to get rewards, I just want to get out alive.
But now people are fighting for the knife and I am the fish, so if you want to go out, you can only think of other ways.
Can……
The three of them looked at this space, the purple mist had disappeared, and the field of vision was extremely wide, and it was even more impossible to escape.
Even if there were no experts in the Flood Dragon Realm, it would be impossible for them to escape from here, not to mention the mysterious Flood Dragon Realm experts.
The hearts of the three were ashamed.
Qin Ming also frowned.
There is no Ziwu here, and after he killed Zhang Yi, evacuation became a problem.
Zhang Yi wanted to kill him, no matter what.
What's more, the right path has been found.
"Kill Zhang Yi, get the treasure, and it seems that it is not a loss to transform once."
Qin Ming secretly decided in his heart that if it really didn't work, he would transform himself once.
Kill Zhang Yi and the poisonous monster in Jiaojing to get the treasure.
"Let's go!" Zhang Yi waved his hand and took the lead to continue walking.
The cold and hot wind kept blowing, and Qin Ming could feel a little bit of water vapor.
"Boom..."
Hearing the sound, Qin Ming looked up, and the sound was like thunder, as if it was going to rain.
"What the hell is this place, why is it so weird?"
Qin Ming felt that this place was like a world.
It seems to be isolated from the Tianlong world.
Qin Ming knew that this was his illusion.
Perhaps this is the reason for the formation.
As he walked, Qin Ming kept an eye on his surroundings in case of unknown dangers.
Zhang Yi and the others were also very vigilant, paying attention to the surrounding walls.
wall?
Qin Ming looked at the wall, and could see there were murals on it, which were lifelike.
"It seems to be telling a story."
On the mural, a person who can't see his face clearly kills the source beast, manages disasters, and is worshiped by everyone.
It seems to be recording the life of a hero.
"Is he the founder of Yinzong?"
Qin Ming guessed in his heart.
The reason for this speculation is that these paintings appeared inside the Yinzong.
It is very likely that this is the hardship of the descendants in order to pay homage to their ancestors and create a sect.
And the person in the painting, even if he didn't have a face, gave Qin Ming a faint pressure.
This kind of coercion, without any momentum, seems to be born with it.
"If this person is alive, he must be an upright person."
I don't know why, just relying on a portrait without any facial features, Qin Ming's heart rises. This must be the feeling of an influential figure of an era.
At this moment, Zhang Yi and the others seemed to recognize the person in the portrait.
His complexion changed, and his eyes showed admiration, respect, and... fanaticism.
There is also a strange brilliance in the eyes of the old man in the flood realm.
Zhang Yi, the old man, and the four guards all knelt down towards the portrait and prostrated themselves on the ground, chanting words, saying words that Qin Ming could not understand.