Barbarian Throne

Amuli is the holy father of the barbarians in Southern Xinjiang and has an extremely high status in the hearts of the people in Southern Xinjiang. This move by the God King Palace is tantamount to completely smashing the spiritual pillars of the barbarians in Southern Xinjiang and trampling under their feet.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction and a great humiliation for the nation. You can imagine the anger in Zhang Debiao's heart.

But dealing with the God King's Palace is not a simple matter.

In the time of Holy Father Amuli, the barbarians in southern Xinjiang were one of the most powerful ethnic groups in the world at that time. Their holy father and spiritual mentor were kidnapped by the God King Palace and imprisoned here. This shows that the strength of the God King Palace is much stronger than that of that time. The barbarians in southern Xinjiang are not the least bit powerful.

Nowadays, the barbarians in southern Xinjiang have declined and are far inferior to those thousands of years ago. The difference in strength between the two is too great. Now is not the time for a head-on confrontation with the God King Palace.

Nowadays, this huge force has only exposed the tip of the iceberg, and it towers over all temples and temples, and its hidden parts are even more amazing!

Several people arrived at the seventh floor of the Blackstone Iron Prison. They were immediately shocked by the sight in front of them. They saw that this place was almost a replica of the Hundred Saints battlefield in the Holy Yuan throne space. Fighting Saint fists and magical thoughts were rampant in this space. The collision never stops.

"Here are my mentor's magical remnants!" Zaid said with a happy face.

Zhang Debiao released his fist intention, and the bridge of life and death was erected amidst the many fist intentions and magical thoughts. He walked forward and allowed himself to be bombarded by the powerful thoughts of these saints. He remained unmoved and said doubtfully: "Master Holy Magister, your mentor seems to be She didn’t come here alone, she had other companions.”

The black mist surged in front of Zaid, forming a black crystal barrier. He also walked into the battlefield and looked around. The remaining fist intentions and residual thoughts here were not the thoughts of one person, but at least six or seven masters. He was also puzzled and said: "The strength of the other people is not inferior to my mentor. It's strange, where did she find these masters..."

Zhang Debiao took down a section of the magic wand from the stone wall and said: "It must be the master who was rescued from prison by your mentor, but Lord Holy Magister, judging from this war, I'm afraid your mentor is in trouble."

He had long noticed that these magical remnants and the saints' fists were mixed and impure. They were not as tough as the fists and remnants left by the ancient masters in the Hundred Saints battlefield, and they lacked a charm.

It seemed that the cultivation of these saint-level masters had not been fully restored, so Zhang Debiao said that these companions were masters rescued from the Black Stone Prison by Zaid's mentor.

Their seals should not be completely lifted, their cultivation could not be completely restored, and the most important thing is that after being imprisoned for such a long time, their mental state has suffered major setbacks and blows, which will lead to mixed and impure thoughts and fist intentions.

And judging from the distribution of residual thoughts and fists on this battlefield, they were under siege. It is conceivable that these people encountered the guards of the Blackstone Iron Prison and the pursuit of those extraterritorial demons here, and were at a disadvantage.

Zhang Debiao's guess was not far from the situation at that time. If it were in the past, it would have been impossible for him to tell the situation at that time from his residual thoughts and fist intentions. However, since he has explored the realm of subtlety, his mental strength and mind have become more and more sharp. The mental power is like a lake, reflecting the surrounding movements in the heart, as if everything is understood.

This is a very wonderful and pure feeling. The reason why it is said to be pure is because what the spiritual power reflects in the heart is completely intuitive, without any personal emotions, and goes straight to the essence of the problem.

Speaking of this, Zhang Debiao suddenly noticed that Zaid was staring closely at the magic wand in his hand, with a sad look on his face. He moved in his heart and said: "This magic wand..."

"This is Master Marceau's magic wand."

Zaid took the fragment of the magic wand from his hand, looked at it blankly for a moment, put it away, and said sadly: "I had expected this result. When I was a child, I thought that Master Masuo was as omnipotent as a god. , I didn’t think clearly until the last moment that her cultivation level is actually similar to mine now. If I could not get here by myself, it’s already amazing that Master Marceau can support me here..."

Zhang Debiao nodded. When he was a child, he also had the illusion that his father, Rock Wildhammer, was the unrivaled God of War. Even though his cultivation level later became higher and higher, he still believed that his father was invincible.

This is just an illusion caused by the admiration and fear in his childhood. In fact, his strength has long surpassed that of the Rock Wild Hammer, but his father is still an invincible existence in his heart.

Zaid probably has the same mentality towards his mentor.

However, Zaid was a Holy Magister after all, and his state of mind was extremely powerful, not much weaker than the Sword Master's state of mind. He quickly cleared away the negative emotions in his heart and returned to his normal state of mind.

Zhang Debiao and others stayed here for a while, and when they arrived at the eighth floor of the Blackstone Iron Prison, they suddenly felt that their fighting spirit suddenly sank and their movement was stagnant. Not only that, but their mental power was also under heavy pressure, and their movement was no longer so flexible.

Zhang Debiao turned around and saw that the old madman and others also frowned. Their fighting spirit and magic power must have been restricted, but Zaid and Tauros looked at each other, showing excitement.

"A pressure similar to that of the Godfall Desert..."

His heart moved. The divine power here was extremely strong, and it was no less powerful than the pressure brought by his bottle of divine marrow. It seemed that there should be a treasure similar to the divine marrow here!

And this thing is probably the lost treasure of Hades Palace!

The eighth floor of the Blackstone Iron Prison is an underground cave with many twists and turns and is extremely complicated. The stone walls of the cave are covered with all kinds of strange patterns, some are runes, some are magic arrays, some are totems of unknown races, all of them form a huge seal, full of mystery.

Bursts of low singing came from the depths of the cave, like thousands of people singing in low voices to a great god. The sound was shocking.

Zhang Debiao's eyes flashed and he said: "It's the voice of the demons from outside the territory! It seems that most of the guards on the first few floors of the Blackstone Iron Prison are on the eighth floor!"

Zaid nodded with a solemn expression. Only the old madman remained calm on this occasion. He looked around curiously and said: "These flames are so strange, they are actually black!"

Only then did Zhang Debiao notice that the stone walls of this cave were full of cracks, and balls of black flames gush out from the cracks, burning silently.

"Hellfire!"

The Minotaur Taurus used a big steel fork to jump up into a ball of flames. The black flames actually danced and burned at the tip of the fork for a long time.

Tauros stretched out his tongue, rolled up the ball of hellfire, and swallowed it into his belly. He looked satisfied and murmured: "I didn't expect to be able to eat such pure hellfire here. It's so delicious..."

Xiao Hei sniffed the black flames curiously and took a sip. Both heads showed strange expressions, apparently thinking that Tauros was right, and the hellfire was indeed very delicious to them.

Under the flames, Zhang Debiao found some strange things squirming in the cracks, like earthworms.

However, these earthworms are large, long, black, and spread all over the cracks. When combined, they look like capillaries extending in all directions in the human body.

The way they keep squirming is like the beating of blood as it passes through blood vessels. The hellfire is attached to these things.

"Could these squirming blood vessels be prisoners on the seventh floor of the Blackstone Iron Prison? These patterned magic arrays are clearly seals used to suppress these blood vessels!"

Zhang Debiao looked strange. These blood vessels were spread throughout the cave. I really didn't know what could have such a large and complex blood supply system.

"Follow these blood vessels!" Zaid's voice could not conceal his excitement. road.

Zhang Debiao watched as he walked, and saw that the blood vessels in front of him were getting thicker and thicker, beating loudly, causing the runes that suppressed it to beat. Obviously, these rune formations could not completely seal and suppress it.

Suddenly, there was a violent vibration, and the whole cave rumbled and trembled. The rune formation that suppressed these blood vessels suddenly lit up, and they jumped out of the stone wall one by one, shaking endlessly in the air. It took a long time to recover!

Zhang Debiao became more and more surprised. These rune formations were more sophisticated and larger than the runes used by the demons outside the territory to seal them. If they were used to suppress them, I am afraid that even the old madman's fighting spirit and mental power would be destroyed forever. The seal is immovable, and there is no possibility of breaking the seal!

It is incredible that these blood vessels can loosen such a powerful seal with just a vibration!

"Lord Holy Magister, what exactly is this treasure in your Hades Palace?" Zhang Debiao couldn't help but asked.

Zaid turned a deaf ear, his old face became more and more rosy, and he walked forward as fast as flying. Zhang Debiao followed him, turned a few corners, and suddenly it became clear to him that the center of the cave was actually a lake formed by magma, and the lake water was just rolling magma.

This lake is larger than the first few floors of the Blackstone Iron Prison. The flames on the lake are pure black, and they are clearly hellfire!

Zhang Debiao looked up and saw something the size of a small mountain suspended above the black lake. It was flesh-red and shaped like a heart. However, this heart was much larger than the human heart. It might weigh dozens of tons. Heavy, even the Dragon Clan cannot have such a big heart.

Some blood vessels as thick as oil pipelines extend from the ventricles. Some blood vessels plunge into the lava lake, as if to absorb nutrients, while others plunge into the top of the stone wall and penetrate deep into the rock.

And those extraterrestrial demons with eight-armed snake bodies stood on several blood vessels, and bright runes jumped out from their bodies one by one, dancing in the air like butterflies, and then disappeared into the giant heart one after another.

"This is..." Zhang Debiao couldn't help but murmured as he looked at the giant heart and felt dazzled, as if he had entered the age of myth.

Zaid's voice gradually became thicker, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart and whispered: "This is the treasure of my God King's Palace!"

"Heart of Hades!"