Zhan Changfeng ignored him and took a closer look at the situation in the hall. Her side hall should be a study or something like that. Tall red sandalwood dragon-carved bookcases were placed on the north, south, and east walls. The door leading to the main hall was opened on the west wall. A rack of books was set up.
There is also a desk in front of the bookcase on the east wall, with several leather scrolls placed on it. One of them is still open, as if the owner of the palace was just behind the desk reading the contents of the scroll.
The above was what Zhan Changfeng saw the moment she entered the door, but when she entered, everything in the side hall turned to ashes and disappeared, with only a few objects falling to the ground.
One is a square box in the bookcase on the east side, and the other is a hollow crescent-shaped ornament on the desk. If I remember correctly, it was previously hung on the treasure cover of a small stove, and there is another It's a bottle on the Bogu shelf.
Now that they were all in her Sumeru Ring, she couldn't take them out to confirm their value and origin, so she walked out of the side hall.
The main hall is also empty. Those who should be turned into ashes have been turned into ashes. Those who have not been turned into ashes must have been taken away by them. It would be boring to pursue them further.
Andeng and Xi Pu walked out of the left hall. Andeng had a look of regret on his face, while Xi Pu had a stinking look on his face. When he saw her, he didn't even act and snorted coldly.
"Come here and take a look, there's another door here!"
Xin Yangbo's voice came from behind the north wall.
Zhan Changfeng entered a small door on the north wall. Inside was a long and narrow walkway with a large door due north.
Long Zhengqing asked, "Isn't this the back door to the palace?"
"No, judging from the size of the entire palace seen from the outside, there should be another room behind this door."
Chun Yucheng pointed to the pattern on the gate, "The demon tribe respects nature, and their architectural skills are learned from the human race, but they will not add animal-shaped patterns to the buildings unless those beasts are their vassals or themselves."
"In this treasure palace, there are colorful phoenixes on the outer door and dragons on the cornices. At that time," Chun Yucheng's eyes burned. "The Dragon Clan and the Feng Clan are the vassals of the third demon lord Bai Ze, and the ones on this door are The pattern is exactly the image of Bai Ze, and there must be a mystery in it."
There used to be three demon masters in the demon clan. The first demon master, Taihuang God, controlled the heaven. The second demon master, Kunpeng, was the demon master and commanded Bi Fang Ji, Meng Yingzhao and many other great demons. The third demon master was Bai Ze, who controlled the dragon and the phoenix. clan.
It is said that although Bai Ze was born in ancient times, his combat prowess is far behind that of Kunpeng. The reason why he can take the position of the third demon lord is because he knows astronomy and geography from above, trivial matters from below, and knows the past, future, and all things. He knew his appearance clearly, and also found the newly born Emperor Tai Huang God, and presented him with the holy book to help him unify the demon clan.
"You mean, this palace is the palace of Demon Bai Ze!" Xi Pu squeezed forward, "Then open it quickly!"
"The power on this door is much stronger than the door outside. It's not that easy to open." Xin Yangbo tried, "How about we work together to break it?"
Long Zhengqing shouted, "What else can we do? It's broken."
"Wait, let me try." Zhan Changfeng stepped forward. It might not be a coincidence that she came to this space and met this hall.
When she was sitting in the teleportation formation, she felt that the gray bead was getting warm. When she got closer to the palace, she felt a wave of heat until now.
"Fellow Taoist, don't be so showy. This door is much more powerful than the ones outside." Long Zhengqing raised the corners of his mouth, but took a step away, as if he was watching the show.
"No need to remind fellow Taoist." Zhan Changfeng completely let go of her power, and suddenly the power of heaven descended, with a force exceeding ten million, forcing several people around her to take several steps back.
She held the Bell Ling Kun Huan and slammed the door. After several hits, the door suddenly opened, revealing a darkness.
Chunyu Cheng was secretly shocked, this person actually had the acquired holy treasure, and he had a long history.
Seeing her disappearing into the darkness, several people suppressed their shock and hurried inside.
As soon as Zhan Changfeng entered this darkness, he felt that he had entered a certain realm. There was only a sense of boundlessness in his consciousness, he could not find an exit, and he could not sense anything.
She took out the gray bead and tried to move around. She determined a direction by relying on the heat of the gray bead that alternated between strong and weak.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a beam of light appeared in the darkness, and in the light hung a drop of blood.
At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it.
But Zhan Changfeng specializes in will, and can sense the drop of blood, which has a strong will power.
The gray bead in her hand seemed to be flying out, and it rushed towards the drop of blood. The light from the seal pattern stung her hand.
And that drop of blood, as if awakened, began to sway,
Just when the drop of blood was about to rush over, Zhan Changfeng threw the gray bead into the jade pendant, cutting it off from the outside world.
The target lost its blood and jumped wildly in the beam.
"Who are you?" Zhan Changfeng asked consciously.
"I am Patriarch Kunpeng. Where is my soul? Where is my soul? Give me back my soul!"
This is a shocking secret.
Zhan Changfeng pondered her thoughts. The gray beads she found in what seemed to be the Heavenly Alchemy Palace might contain the soul of Patriarch Kunpeng.
And now she found a drop of the original blood of Master Kunpeng in the palace of the suspected Baize Demon?
Zhan Changfeng was wary, but full of interest, "I helped you merge soul and blood, how should you repay me?"
After all, this drop of blood was only contaminated with some of the will of Patriarch Kunpeng, and could not answer her question, unless what she asked happened to be contained in this will. For example, when she just asked who it was, the corresponding will appeared.
Zhan Changfeng carefully analyzed the chaotic will on it and asked again, "Returning to the astrolabe?"
"Recast the fateful astrolabe and restore the glory of the demon clan!"
This strong will made Zhan Changfeng's head hurt. She used all her will power to wrap around the drop of blood, sensing all its will.
Undoubtedly, it is violent and ruthless, and all its will can be summarized in four words: recast and revenge.
Zhan Changfeng would not make any comment on the battle between Demon Court and Heavenly Court, but she cherished her life and recasting the destiny horoscope threatened her.
The power of will is no longer a simple probing, but turns into a sharp blade, pounces on the will on this drop of blood, and strangles them.
Resistance, suppression.
Suppression, resistance.
As expected of the demon master of Demon Court, even if it is just a little bit tainted, it is not easy to remove.
Zhan Changfeng used another bright heart fire to burn this drop of blood.
The clear heart fire is the heavenly fire that burns away all filth. From a certain perspective, these wills are the filth in the blood, and it is best to use it to burn them.
The sword of fire and will came down together, and all the will in the blood finally dissipated.
Zhan Changfeng put the drop of blood into the jade pendant and continued to refine it with Mingxinjihuo. He also took out the gray bead. It no longer generated heat and was as quiet as dead.
But she already knew that there was a real soul inside.
Now that the demon clan has an ambiguous attitude, she can't keep something like this that will bring disaster to her, "Master Kunpeng, I know you can hear me, do you want your blood?"
"Give me back your blood. I can give you whatever you want!" Patriarch Kunpeng was anxious. He had been trapped in this bead for ninety thousand years and was so weak that he was about to lose his soul!
Fusion of original blood and rebirth is his only hope!
Zhan Changfeng's eyes were cold, and in the blink of an eye, the beads in his hand were frightened away by the endless corridor, "What I want is for the demon clan to be in peace, and don't mess with me."
