Beside the Immortal Mirror, the elders of many forces were surprised, with shock hidden in their eyes.
Anyone with eyesight will understand what happened when they see this scene.
That is the death of Long Aotian and Wang Teng.
Of these two people, one is the young emperor of the Wang family, and the other is the first generation of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
Looking at the Desolate Heaven and Immortal Realm, they are all famous beings, but now, they have all fallen.
"In the great battles of the world, the geniuses shed blood. Is this Immortal Ancient the starting point of the struggle for hegemony?" Many powerful clan elders lamented.
"You..." Wang Yuanba couldn't help but cast his eyes towards the Jun family.
When Wang Teng died, the first possibility he thought of was that he was killed by Jun Xiaoyao.
"What are you looking at?" Jun Zhantian puffed his beard and glared, not in vain.
Although the Northland Wang family is also an ancient family, the Jun family, as one of the three ancient imperial families, is not afraid at all.
"Master, please calm down for the moment. Wang Teng may not have been killed by that Jun Xiaoyao..." Some elders of the Wang family hurriedly warned.
Although they are also very hostile to the Jun family, it is obviously inappropriate to have a public conflict with the Jun family now.
Even if there is a conflict, the Wang family will not be able to take advantage at all.
Over at the Ancestral Dragon Nest, the clan elders of Long Aotian's lineage all had red eyes.
Although Long Aotian may have died because of the Bronze Immortal Palace.
But they always feel that they are inseparable from Jun Xiaoyao.
All in all, the fall of these two geniuses caused an uproar, and many forces present were discussing it.
"Is it really the Jun family's divine son who killed him?"
"This is not necessarily true. It may also be a murderous intention in the Bronze Immortal Palace."
"Yes, in the Bronze Immortal Palace, even the Holy Lord is bleeding, let alone the younger generation of geniuses."
"Then do you think the Jun family's divine son will follow in his footsteps?"
"This is possible. Although the Jun family's divine son is invincible, it is only limited to the younger generation. It is still not enough to see the weirdness of the Bronze Immortal Palace."
Many people are talking about it.
After Long Aotian and Wang Teng died, they both thought that Jun Xiaoyao's situation might not be good either.
At this moment, in the Bronze Immortal Palace.
Jun Xiaoyao also expected that the outside world would cause an uproar.
But he didn't care at all, these two people killed them.
The Northland Wang family and Zulongchao didn't have the courage to deal with him openly.
Next, Jun Xiaoyao started to pack away the loot.
They are plump leeks after all.
Jun Xiaoyao first picked up the evil dragon ring and looked at it.
There seems to be some inheritance resources of the Evil Dragon Emperor in it.
The Evil Dragon Emperor is the supreme powerhouse of the fallen dragon clan in a foreign land. He must have entered because of the legend of the Bronze Immortal Palace.
Finally died, leaving a trace of regret attached to the evil dragon ring, and was finally obtained by Long Aotian.
Jun Xiaoyao was not interested in the evil dragon emperor's inheritance at all, but he still kept it in the space magic weapon.
The only thing about Long Aotian that interests Jun Xiaoyao the most is the Nine Heavenly Books.
After some searching, he also obtained a dark golden scroll.
"Sure enough, it is an empty book, one of the Nine Heavenly Books, but why is it only half of it?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at it for a while and shook his head slightly.
He was not too disappointed. After all, a half-empty book was also a huge gain.
What Jun Xiaoyao was thinking was, if he could collect all the nine heavenly books, could he recreate the path of an immortal?
"Throughout the ages, there have been almost no people who have collected the nine heavenly books. What would happen if the nine heavenly books were unified?" Jun Xiaoyao was a little curious.
He is not a collector, but the more of the Nine Heavenly Books, the better.
Now in the Bronze Immortal Palace, it is not the time for enlightenment, so Jun Xiaoyao also put away the half-empty book.
After that, Jun Xiaoyao once again activated the furnace of heaven and earth to extract the blood of the emperor dragon from Long Aotian's body.
It can be said that this time, Jun Xiaoyao even dug out the leek roots, without wasting a single bit.
Long Aotian's value has been almost drained.
As for the inheritance of Taixu Ancient Dragon, Jun Xiaoyao was not interested at all.
Afterwards, Jun Xiaoyao searched for Wang Teng's treasures again.
Wang Teng has been blessed with good fortune since he was a child, and has received numerous opportunities and treasures.
But Jun Xiaoyao didn't think much of it. After all, his treatment since he was a child was top-notch, and he had used all kinds of treasures.
The only thing about Wang Teng that caught Jun Xiaoyao's attention was the broken ancient talisman of the imperial weapon.
"Could this be the imperial weapon of a certain ancient emperor?" Jun Xiaoyao picked up the broken ancient talisman and looked at it.
This ancient talisman is only half and exudes simplicity. There is a word "tongue" engraved in the center of the ancient talisman.
"No, this should only be half of a word. Could it be... chaos?" Jun Xiaoyao thought.
Which ancient emperor took chaos as his name?
Jun Xiaoyao thought about it for a while, but didn't have too many thoughts.
He played with it for a while and understood a little bit about the mystery of the broken ancient talisman.
"It was this broken ancient talisman that protected Wang Teng's cracked soul just now. It is a good protective imperial weapon."
"If we get the complete ancient talisman, maybe even the soul that was cut into powder can be restored." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
A complete ancient talisman is equivalent to an extra life, which is a priceless treasure.
Jun Xiaoyao put away the ancient talisman, and after sorting it out for a while, he waved his hand, and Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Flame surged, burning the bodies of Wang Teng and Long Aotian to ashes.
As for the ancient artifacts they sacrificed, Jun Xiaoyao couldn't control them without their Qi and blood sensing, so he simply gave up.
"After taking care of these two ants, you can explore with peace of mind." Jun Xiaoyao also set out again.
Within the palace, wherever he passed, there were still corpses everywhere.
Jun Xiaoyao's ears heard the little girl's laughter as crisp as a silver bell again.
Jun Xiaoyao followed the laughter deeper, and finally a bronze portal appeared again deep in the Bronze Immortal Palace.
And this bronze door is tightly fitted and extremely ancient.
Even if Jun Xiaoyao activated the ancient artifact, he could not break it open.
Then, Jun Xiaoyao noticed that there was a circular groove in the center of the bronze portal.
"Is it... a bronze compass?"
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with light.
He took out the bronze compass and pressed it directly on the groove.
In an instant, the bronze door that had been sealed for ages finally slowly opened.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
Jun Xiaoyao looked around. In front of him was a dusty hall, which was extremely empty.
Opposite him, there are steps of bronze, and above the steps, there is a high bronze platform.
There is a wooden table above.
A dusty grimace mask was placed quietly on the wooden desk.
On the wall next to the wooden desk, there is a yellowed scroll.
On the scroll, there is a vague figure. The face of the man in the painting is handsome and warm as the sun, very much like Jun Xiaoyao.
"That's..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes trembled slightly.
Could it be that the Bronze Immortal Palace is also related to the ghost-faced woman?
At this moment, a roaring sound came from above the entire hall.
There is a large area there, as thick as a mountain, and as dense as clouds, the gas is pressing down. Every wisp of breath is black and yellow, and it can collapse the mountain.
"Is this... the mother energy of all things?" Jun Xiaoyao asked in surprise.
