The system may have also sensed Jiang Zhao's dissatisfaction, and immediately began to play dead and stopped talking.
The golden feathers on the wall were still trembling, and the Peacock King hadn't appeared again. Talking to her? Impossible.
Jiang Zhao walked around the hall. The entire hall was empty. It could even be said that she had no choice except that door.
His eyes fell on the ground paved with black crystals, and Jiang Zhao was considering whether to use the glazed golden flying sword to dig out a few pieces of black crystals.
The glazed golden flying sword made a sword flower in his hand, and then the sword tip pointed to the ground. Those black crystals made a rustling sound as if they were exploding in a pot.
With this sound, the small bud on Jiang Zhao's left index finger began to swell.
“Crash…crash…”
The small bud on the index finger of the left hand stretched out two tender leaves, which hugged Jiang Zhao's fingers on the left and right, as if begging Jiang Zhao not to do anything.
Jiang Zhao looked at the black crystal on the ground, then looked at the small bud on his index finger, and retracted his flying sword.
Forget it, I’ll have to fill it back myself after digging it out, why bother!
He put away the flying sword and returned to the broken golden wall.
Well, I can only go through this door and see what's on the other side.
The palm of his hand was filled with glazed golden spiritual power, and as he stretched out his hand, he slowly pushed open the small door.
As the small door opened, Jiang Zhao's figure gradually disappeared into the room.
After the figure inside the small door completely disappeared, the small door also disappeared into the darkness.
The shattered golden wall reassembled to form a new wall, with golden feathers on it shining brightly.
If you look closely, you can still see a deep scratch on the wall.
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