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"Benxiu once again emphasizes that the ruins of the Asgard Palace is the holy temple, and everything is a sacred object. It is not allowed to touch or make noise at will. If there is any disrespect, the violator's spirit and soul will be destroyed, and he will not be reborn forever!"

The cold and hoarse voice that continued to sound calmed down the agitated monks a little.

Then a group of people walked along the half-opened Nanxian Gate and gradually stepped into the ruins of the Immortal Palace.

It has to be said that the towering Nanxian Gate, which is soaring into the sky and grounded against the sky, gave these monks who ascended to the sky for the first time an indescribable visual impact.

Then the young man in brocade clothes stretched out his hand and held the arm of the old man in purple clothes, and there was a voice of admiration:

"Mother, is this the legendary Nanxian Gate? It's so magnificent, so magnificent!"

This young man's behavior made the old man in purple beside him a little surprised, and said:

"Why, you boy are not worried that the old man is from the northern Daxia?"

"Old man, as the saying goes, golden scales are not a thing in a pond. When the dragon enters this door, we are all ascending to the sky in one step. Since we are all immortals in the sky, we don't care where the troubles come from."

The words of this brocade-clothed young man were quite confident, and then he flicked his brocade sleeves, his face became more confident, and he continued:

"It is said that in the age of the Immortal Palace, there were differences between immortals and mortals. Once you ascended to the ranks of immortals, you will have to let go of the mortal world. No matter where the old man came from, it will not matter at this time."

As soon as this remark was made, the old man in purple who was walking along the crowd showed a little smile on his face, stroked his beard on his chest, and responded:

"Your mentality, boy, changes quickly."

"The old man doesn't know something. Opportunities are rare in a place of great mystery. Now that he has become the chosen one, if he is still hesitant and obedient, wouldn't it seem too petty?"

After finishing speaking, the young man glanced at the old man beside him, and then imitated the latter's appearance, putting his hands behind his back, as if the old god was there.

Then it continued to move forward, as if thinking of something, the voice continued:

"Old man, this time you have become the chosen one, what do you want to do most after you return to your hometown?"

After the voice of this question came out, the old man's eyes, which were faintly tumbling with purple energy, suddenly appeared a little bewildered.

This trace of confusion seems to carry the weight of an incomparably long time, but for the old man at this time, that time is really too far away from the present.

It is so far away that it is even difficult to summarize it with simple time, so after a full ten breaths, the old man came back to his senses and murmured:

"After going from Heaven to Heaven, for some reason, the longing, agitation, and throbbing all disappeared. I think I will eat a bowl of noodles at the grandma at the entrance of the village. The girl I used to like."

Facing the ambiguous words of the old man, the young monk beside him did not understand much.

However, his focus was clearly on what the old man said, and then he rang out in a surprised and exaggerated voice:

"Just eat a bowl of noodles? Old man, you have finally become a fairy in the sky, and you have returned to your hometown, and you just want to eat a bowl of noodles?

"That's too shabby. At that time, we were immortals. Immortals are immortal. The world is small at a glance, but the layout is large. How can we be satisfied with a mere bowl of noodles?"

After finishing speaking, the young man raised his hands, opened them outward, and continued to speak with a longing voice:

"If I become the legendary fairy who flies into the sky and hides from the ground, boy, I will go back immediately and destroy the big house who bullied my mother on weekdays, including those lackeys and accomplices, and I will not let them go.

"Then I want to grow the family and make it the most powerful force in the entire county, admired and worshiped by countless people."

Perhaps it was because the more he talked, the more excited he became, and the more excited look continued to appear on the face of the young man. It is worth mentioning that because the Nanxian Gate is so huge that these monks, even if they step through the gate, they will all be unable to get through the gate. It took hundreds of breaths of time.

Then the scene behind the Nantian Gate began to gradually appear in the eyes of the monk at the front, and at the same time, the voice of the old man in purple rang in the ear of the young man:

"Boy, if you become an immortal in the sky, firstly, you will stand up for your mother, and secondly, revitalize your family. These are all human nature, but have you ever thought about what you will do for the common people in this world?"

As soon as this remark came out, the young man was stunned with a smile on his face, and then the old man beside him raised his hand and patted the former's shoulder lightly, and an old and gentle voice sounded immediately:

"If you want to become a fairy, it's not as simple as you think. A fairy doesn't mean unrestrained, carefree and great detachment. The world is fair, and a fairy also has its own mission.

"Ability comes with responsibility. To be a son of a man is to stand up for the mother, and to be a member of the clan, revitalizing the family is also within the responsibility, but you might as well think about it. Once you are in the fairy class, what is the responsibility of this fairy? What?"

"This this?"

Facing the old man's question, the young monk was completely unable to answer, and could only stammer and stand there in a daze.

In the end, the young man stared blankly at the back of the old man who continued to walk in front of him. After his next breath, another old and gentle voice came from the front, with countless helplessness:

"It's said that people can't enjoy themselves until they die. Why isn't the immortal in the sky like this?"

Chapter 1920 The Dark Hall

"Life is hard to be happy until death. What a weird old man. He has already boarded the fairy gate, and he is still sentimental here. If he becomes a fairy, why is it so hard to have fun?"

A murmuring voice came from the mouth of the young man in brocade clothes, and while he was stunned, a monk who couldn't wait behind him stretched out his hand suddenly, pushed the young man hard, and pushed the latter staggeringly, At the same time, a very impatient voice sounded:

"Where did you come from, a country bumpkin, walking slowly, delayed my becoming a fairy."

Amidst the cursing sound, there was coldness and impatience, and then the young man in brocade clothes rolled on the ground, got up from the ground, and looked back angrily.

Behind him, a middle-aged man with a stern face was holding his arms contemptuously, condescendingly, and watching with mocking eyes.

Then the thunderous cultivator of Thunder raised a mouthful of saliva and was about to spit it out, but suddenly he raised his hands and covered his neck, hissing in pain.

In the next breath, strands of blood began to shoot out from between the monk's fingers, and the former's entire body began to tremble violently. At the same time, that cold and hoarse voice came again from the front:

"Benxiu said before, the Immortal Palace is important, don't make noise, and those who don't listen will be like this person, die!"

As soon as the death word came out, all the monks fell silent, not daring to make any more noise, and then began to move forward quickly, crossing the South Immortal Gate together, and entering the Yunhai Avenue of the Immortal Palace Ruins.

Because Jin Hai Dazun, who is the town gate envoy, is not in the Immortal Palace, the surroundings of the Yunhai Avenue did not show the magnificent appearance of the billowing golden clouds, but even so, the Dao above the clouds is still incomparably magnificent.

Among the rolling white clouds, a white jade fairy road stretches forward and spreads out in all directions, like hibiscus branches on the clouds. Although there is no magnificent scene, it is still shocking.

"This is where real immortals live!"

The low voice came from the mouths of the monks, and after the killing just now, these people undoubtedly calmed down their inner turmoil, and followed the bamboo pole-like figure in front of them honestly, moving forward quickly.

After the baptism of war, the dilapidation of this fairy palace that has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years is obvious. After watching this unchanging dilapidated scene for a long time, the excitement of stepping into the fairy gate has gradually faded away.

For a very long time afterwards, these monks walked on the long Yunshang Avenue of the Immortal Palace, dilapidated and silent, and at the same time, the cold eyes of those monks patrolling from time to time made more and more people begin to doubt This so-called authenticity of the chosen one.

Fear will undoubtedly spread outward, and the unknown is the perfect breeding ground for the former!

Therefore, as the group of people continued to move forward, a little uneasiness gradually appeared on the monk's face. After looking around, he even slowed down a little.

The slowing of the footsteps was reflected in the speed of the entire team, and then the bamboo pole monk who was walking in the front stopped directly, turned around, grinned and said:

"Everyone chosen by heaven, why are your steps slow, don't be discouraged, hurry up, the opportunity to reach the sky with this step is just ahead."

This hoarse jittering sound was extremely playful, which made some monks at the end of the team subconsciously step back a certain distance, wanting to escape directly.

However, in the next breath, a murderous voice rolled down directly from the front:

"Run? In the face of such a great opportunity, you still want to run. Don't you think too little of my Holy Court?"

Before saying this, countless thorns and thorns suddenly appeared on the body of the cultivator in front of him who was like a bamboo pole, and then the tyrannical voice continued to come out loudly:

"The person chosen by heaven is naturally chosen from among hundreds of millions of people. As for those who cannot be selected, there is only one word.

"die!"

As soon as the word death came out, the extremely strong murderous aura immediately exploded, and then the bamboo pole cultivator swung his right hand forward, and the void was cut apart by arcs of phantoms in an instant.

The arcs of light were the thorns extending outward from the monk's body, and then the jungle thorns bound the necks of the few monks who wanted to flee, and finally lifted them up and hung them in the air .

From a distance, these monks clutching their necks and struggling in mid-air were like gourd blood food dangling back and forth on the blood vine, and at the same time, an extremely strong bloody smell gushed out directly.

"This place is the ruins of the Asgard Palace, run, where can you go?"

After the hoarse and cold voice continued, the bamboo pole-like cultivator began to shake his hands that had turned into long thorny vines.

With the shaking of this hand, the monks strung on the thorny hands were easily thrown away, and the place where these people were thrown away was the side of the sea of ​​clouds avenue, a place where thick clouds gathered.

In the next breath, the thick cloud spread out, and it turned out to be a dark hall with a dark hole.

In the dark hall, the lightning flashed, like the mouth of a giant beast, swallowing the thrown monks in one gulp without any fanfare, without even stirring up any waves.

Then a shuddering chill rose from the depths of these monks' hearts, and at the same time, deep fear gushed out at the same time.

In the next breath, after throwing these people into the dark hall lightly, the bamboo pole monk clapped his hands, turned around, and the voice continued to sound outward:

"Okay, everyone, the great opportunity to ascend to the sky in this step is in front of you, please."

The words fell, but none of them dared to go forward first. These monks were not fools. The current situation meant that the dark palace in front of them was definitely a tiger's den with a narrow escape.

In such a situation, the impatience on the face of the bamboo pole monk became more and more intense, and finally he stopped talking, but directly raised his hand, and swept all the monks in front of him fiercely.

In the next moment, countless thorns and vines stretched out from the depths of the void. After forming a continuous piece, it seemed like a tumbling wave rushing out of the clouds.

Then these huge waves rushed upwards, directly blasting the monks into the dark hall in front of them.

It all started fast and ended even faster.

Afterwards, this avenue on the cloud was completely emptied, leaving only this monk like a bamboo pole, standing proudly on the spot, staring at the entrance of the dark hall with thunder and lightning in front of him, wondering what to think.

About half an hour later, another figure in a black robe slowly appeared outside the dark hall, and then a voice sounded:

"Why, you also want to enter the dark hall of the Holy Court and accept the inheritance?"

"Don't you think, this is the natal treasure of a real ancient immortal, including blood and cultivation."

After the cold rhetorical question came from the mouth of the bamboo pole monk, the two of them fell into a little silence.

Then time flowed silently, and after a long time, the faint voice continued to sound here:

"Before, people with the blood of the immortal came to absorb the treasure left by the immortal, forcibly raised the realm, and reached the pseudo-land fairyland. This time, if we do the opposite, will there be incredible changes!"

Chapter 1921 Devouring Bloodline

As the saying goes, what is truly frightening is the unknown enemy.

For a long time, the Holy Court has been the most frightening unknown force in the mouth of all the monks in the Taixuan Land. No one knows how many monks, how many high-level major repairs, and how many magical weapons there are in the Holy Court.

More importantly, no one knows for sure how strong is that Holy Venerable who sits high in the clouds and almost never makes a move?

But as Zhao Yu once said, once the strongest god bleeds, he is no longer invincible in the eyes of others!

Although the Holy Court has moved frequently in recent days, like a tiger coming out of the box, tearing apart all sides, but it is undeniable that the expansion of the Holy Court has not been smooth.

No matter in the fight with the central government or the secret game with Daxia, there are always obstacles.

Especially in the Battle of Wushanhai, after the public beheading of the Ninth Zhebo Ting of the Holy Court was reported, not only the outside monks, but even the Holy Court itself was quite critical.

Internal dissatisfaction, coupled with the fact that the Holy Lord was blocked by Fu Tingsheng in the Lingxiao Palace, led to a change in the internal voice of the now leaderless Holy Court, and then the radical faction headed by the first philosopher of the Holy Court Martial Palace overwhelmed The hidden sect on the side of the Palace Master of the Holy Court Tiance Palace.

This change in decision-making was soon reflected in the Holy Court's subsequent large-scale offensive, and on the eve of the Heavenly Dao Conference, there were more overt and covert actions going on.

This includes the horror scene that is going on in the unremarkable side hall in the ruins of the fairy palace at this time.

The Immortal Court Holy Palace is the number one peak power in the infinitely long history of the entire Taixuan Land, and it is even so powerful that it needs a shot from the Dao of Heaven to wipe it down with a catastrophe.

As the base camp of such a powerful force, the Immortal Court Palace has almost developed the way of space to its peak. Although the entrance to the dark hall outside the sea of ​​clouds avenue is not big, the interior is full of holes.

It was a particularly huge hall with thunder flashing everywhere!

At the same time, in the void of the main hall, countless deep purple thunder fog covered the sky like a cloud of mist, and exuded a world-shattering violent aura.

"boom!"

There was a deafening thunder, which exploded in the ears, causing all the monks who were thrown into the hall to tremble, including the trembling young man in brocade.

I saw this young man climbing up from the ground while panting heavily, raised his head vigorously, and looked forward, his dilated and shrunk pupils were directly filled with thick purple awns.

In the purple light in the pupils of the young man, there are countless thunder snakes shining and intertwining back and forth like chains, accompanied by the thunder fog that swirls into the sky like a hurricane. From a distance, it looks like a big funnel reaching the sky, occupying the entire huge hall. .

At the same time, within the thunder funnel, an extremely tall figure was standing proudly shirtless, with his arms outstretched. On the toned silhouette, there were distinct muscles protruding.

On this person's body, countless purple thunder snakes looming and crawling back and forth, and making a creepy hissing sound.

The power of the thunder in this side hall is so violent that this ordinary young man in brocade clothes only glanced forward, his eyes were stinging, and he hurriedly looked away.

But before the young man could close his eyes, he heard the terrified cry of another monk, and suddenly sounded:

"Bones, all bones, many people died here!"

After these horrified words lingered in his ears, the young man hurriedly looked around the ground regardless of his still stinging eyes, and then trembled even worse. He saw countless skeletons, under the flickering thunder, reflecting a particularly terrifying Zi Ze.

More importantly, these bones are so smooth that they don't even have any flesh and blood. They are so abnormal, as if all the flesh and blood on their bodies were melted by the thunder in an instant.

"Let me go back, I don't want to be a fairy in the sky, I don't want to reach the sky in one step, I just want to go back!"

With a voice of incomparable fear, it rang out among the monks around. Immediately afterwards, some monks who were devastated, used their hands and feet together, got up on the ground, and began to flee wildly towards the exit of the dark hall behind.

After the first fleeing monk appeared, a large number of other monks who had been completely terrified also rolled and crawled, stepping on the countless bones lying on the ground, staggering and running.

Although under normal circumstances, the void and the earth do not conduct electricity, but once the anger becomes a law, everything will tremble under the thunder.

Therefore, this dark hall, whether it is the void or the ground, is covered with not weak thunderbolts.