At this moment, Zhao Fan stood on the south side of Guanlong Terrace. He breathed a sigh of relief. Destroying this broken formation felt more difficult than climbing the Himalayas before entering the Tao. Fortunately, he succeeded before Ming Yue maximized his power. Got it!
Compared with the original, the Guanlong Terrace is basically unchanged except that there are no seats for ministers, thrones and stone statues.
Because only the formation was destroyed, it did not affect the Dragon Viewing Platform itself.
However, now, facing Zhao Fan, it is no longer indestructible, but like a piece of tofu that can be easily crushed!
Zhao Fan waited for a while longer with great anticipation, and the countdown had already entered.
The dark moon hanging in the sky reached its highest level tonight in less than two breaths, and the entire world suddenly fell into pitch black.
In all directions of Zhao Fan, fog seemed to appear out of thin air, but unlike yesterday, it was a little thicker.
It can be seen that the concentration of the fog, which was suppressed by the Dragon Viewing Platform formation in the past, has lost its restraint and is no longer thin. It instantly spreads to the Dragon Viewing Platform and even ten meters beyond the edge.
"escape!"
Zhao Fan was using his greatly reduced earth escape magic, and his body sank into the ground. The deeper he went, the stronger and stronger the heat he felt.
Tell him directly that the source of the heat is the big secret!
Zhao Fan did not need to blindly go deep, but relied on his body's induction to approach in that direction.
When it reaches about twenty meters, the heat in this location has reached a level that even the peak of Hua Ming Stage will be baked!
Just in case, Zhao Fan used the defensive secret technique in the "Secret Code of Soul Tribulation" to add a barrier around his body.
If the barrier is broken, the soul will be immediately forced to move a thousand meters away.
Without any worries, Zhao Fan began to speed up and walked another fifty meters. In his perception, a dark door appeared in front of him, with ripples as red as blood rippling inside, making his scalp numb.
And around the door, the terrifying heat, even if it is the first level of Mingzun, will evaporate in an instant!
Therefore, even if Zhao Fan does not come to the underworld, I am afraid that the vision of the national master's plan will not be tolerated. He will either be able to observe it from a distance and not touch it, or report it to the ethnic group or wait until he enters the second level of the underworld.
But just the dangers outside require the strength of the second level of Ming Zun to protect oneself. If there is a crisis inside, wouldn't it be even more terrifying?
Zhao Fan stood in front of the black door with blood-colored ripples. He weighed it for a few seconds before driving in recklessly. Then he released a ball of purple energy from his fingertips, forming an incarnation of soul power.
Zhao Fan entered a ray of consciousness into his incarnation, and couldn't wait to step into it through the bloody ripples.
Soon after.
To his surprise, the other side of the door was not as dangerous as he imagined. It was like a huge underground palace, calm and without even any mechanisms.
When the time came, before it could explore the larger range of soul power incarnations, it was immediately shattered.
The stone in Zhao Fan's heart fell to the ground, and immediately, his true body dived into the door!
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In a daze, Zhao Fan came to the underground palace. The location he was in seemed to be a hall of thousands of square meters, but it was empty. There were no traces on the walls. They were as smooth as steel. It's like cutting it with a knife.
Zhao Fan calmed down, and he was sure of one thing, that is, after entering the door, he completely lost his sense of direction and could not distinguish between east, west, north and south.
"Secret Realm?!"
Zhao Fan suddenly remembered the description in a book in the royal study. One of the characteristics of the secret realm is that it has no sense of direction. Even the God of Hades can only identify where he has been through marks.
After this, Zhao Fan's expectations increased a lot.
