Chapter 1179 Pick up the key and smash the door

Chapter 1179 Pick up the key and smash the door

This model of Wentian Pavilion made of pure gold is equivalent to a key containing a code.

Each layer of the model corresponds to a password.

You must press the correct floor, and the door of Wentian Pavilion will open.

But here comes a new problem!

The entire Wentian Pavilion has a total of one thousand floors, and the model has the same number of floors as the real Wentian Pavilion, which is also one thousand floors.

But now, they don't know which layers the password is, and they don't know the total length of the password.

What can I do?

Random pressing is useless, and the iron door will not open.

It is not realistic to try one by one. There are too many possibilities for a thousand layers of combinations.

After going around in a circle and returning to the original point, he had to rely on violent means to open the gate of Wentian Pavilion.

Mo Junrong asked Hong Yang: "We can't stay here forever.

Is there a way to destroy the gate, or directly destroy the defensive formation inside the gate?

Couldn't your Fengming Disha affect the ground? Could it knock down the door? "

Hong Rang touched the iron gate, slapped it three times vigorously, and replied: "Probably not.

The defensive formation inside this door is so strong that even if the building collapses, it may not be able to be demolished.

I think we still have to start with the model, and use the model to try to pry open the door. "

"You mean, use this key to destroy the iron gate?"

"Yes, it might work.

Anyway, we don't know the number to open the door, holding it in our hands is no different from a weapon. "

The other Destiny Palace disciples also nodded, feeling that what Senior Brother Hong said was reasonable.

Since this object is the key to the Wentian Pavilion, it must be very strong, and it may be able to break open the door forcibly.

Mo Junrong lifted the pure gold model and found a suitable holding position.

The model is one and a half feet long, like a short stick, and it is surprisingly easy to hold.

He raised his right arm high and stabbed the model fiercely towards the crack of the door.

At that time, the sound of gold and iron crossing sounded.

Accompanied by a large handful of sparks, the tip of the model was bounced off, and Mo Junrong was pushed back eight inches by the shock force.

He turned around and asked about the Tiange model, observing the top of the model.

The pure gold roof is still sharp and shows no sign of being smashed.

You must know that gold is relatively soft, and ordinary people can bite it with their teeth.

But just now, Mo Junrong's stabbing force was not small, but it didn't damage the golden model.

This shows that there is also a defensive formation inside the model to protect the model from damage.

Since this thing is so hard, Mo Junrong is not welcome!

He operated the exercises, raised his strength to the False God Realm for two turns, and output a large amount of golden-red light.

Injecting the power of heaven and earth into the arm and the model, Mo Junrong signaled everyone to back away, and then used the Dragon Slaying Sword Art.

Bala, bait, following the Dragon Slaying Sword Art to slash left and right, the model passed across the surface of the iron gate, making harsh noises.

"Dragon kowtow!"

After four consecutive horizontal slashes, Mo Junrong leaped up and stabbed downwards with a model instead of a sword.

The golden red cloud turned into a long dragon, fell like a meteor falling to the ground, and slammed into the gap in the iron gate.

The shock wave visible to the naked eye spread, and flames and molten iron splashed in all directions.

The violent vibration caused the wooden beams of the Wentian Pavilion to rattle, and even the floor tiles made a sound of rubbing and beating.

After finishing this dragon kowtow, Mo Junrong turned over and backed away.

Waving his sleeves swept out a stream of air, blowing away the remaining flames and molten iron.

The results in front of them lifted everyone's spirits.

It worked, using violent means really works!

The stick-shaped model of Wentian Pavilion was firmly inserted between the cracks in the door, and half of it was already submerged in the iron gate.

The cracks in the iron door, which were originally hair-like, have now been pried open a finger's width, revealing the musty smell of old wooden boards.

Mo Junrong pulled off the model forcefully, waved and said, "Take turns, attack with the strongest moves.

Those who didn't get their turn should hurry up and get ready, hurry up and open the door! "

When Mo Junrong led the disciples of the Destiny Palace and tried hard to attack the iron gate of Wentian Pavilion.

Guan Conghui left and hid in the firewood room, and flew to Fangcao Peak with light on his back.

Because the food for the celebration banquet had to be prepared, Fangcao Peak changed from the past.

The terraced fields on the mountain,

All of them are paved with planks and temporarily changed to platforms.

And the platform is full of stoves, and the number of them is also countless like stars.

In these countless stoves, the disciples of Ganyun Sect were busy running around.

Add firewood from time to time, increase ingredients, and adjust the concentration of the power of heaven and earth.

Guan Conghui knew that the sect had sent all the disciples who could cook food, there were more than 300 people in total.

He also brought back more than 500 disciples from other sects to help.

As soon as he appeared, he was discovered by the burning disciples.

"Brother Guan, why are you here?"

"Brother Guan, is the banquet good?"

"Brother, don't worry, the food list has been delivered just now, we will not make a mistake."

Guan Conghui didn't have time to chat with them, so he asked directly: "Where is my master, Fangcaolou?"

Several disciples shook their heads, they were all busy making food, so they had no time to care about Elder Ming Sijiu.

Then explain where the elders want to go, and their disciples are not qualified to know.

Seeing that this group of people asked three questions and didn't know anything, Guan Conghui flicked his sleeves and rushed to the Fangcao Building in a hurry.

The remaining disciples of Shaohuo looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what happened.

"Brother, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I don't know, maybe there's something wrong with the food."

"No way, the delicacies we cook will still be bad?"

"Maybe someone misplaced the ingredients. It's normal to be negligent when making so many."

Guan Conghui pushed open the wooden door and rushed into the Fangcao Building. The sudden sound startled the disciples who were cooking food in the building.

Before they could stand up and ask, Guan Conghui grabbed the nearest disciple.

Asked: "Where is my master?"

"Elder Ming Sijiu is not here."

"ah?"

Guan Conghui was stunned. At such a critical time, the master was not in the Fangcao Building.

"Where is she?"

The disciple thought for a while and replied: "Just now someone sent a list of food for the banquet.

Elder Ming Zong and Elder Ming Sijiu personally delivered the first batch of food to the banquet area. "

Guan Conghui had seen the food list for the banquet. There were not many types, but the quantity was very large.

To send these foods to the banquet area, at least one or two hundred cars have to be loaded, which is not fast.

"How long has my master been away?"

"About two sticks of incense time."

Guan Conghui left the disciple behind, turned around and went out without saying a word, and left Fangcao Peak along the mountain road.

If the master sends food to the banquet area, he must take the main road, so he just needs to look for it along the main road.

After a light flight, Guan Conghui soon found a long food convoy.

These carts had no wheels and did not require horses to pull them.

The multi-layer wooden frame structure can stably place pots, dishes, and jars, and the bottom uses floating green powder to draw a suspension formation.

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Guan Conghui bypassed the convoy, landed at the front, and bowed his hands to Elder Ming Sichu.

"master!"

Elder Ming Sizhu was in a good mood, with a bright smile on his face.

The eye waves full of temptation flowed, and the sense of sweetness overflowed, which made people's hearts flutter.

Guan Conghui has seen a lot, and has a strong immunity to the master's smile.