Within Zhaotian Palace!
The demonic mist that has not dissipated for three hundred years has sealed the sky and the earth.
Ying Jinhuan was walking alone on a dark avenue. The flowers, plants and trees on both sides had withered. Every dead tree was crooked, and there was no trace of green on it.
In the Youcao Demon Nest, it seemed like there was no daylight.
No matter what time it is, the sky is gray.
The sky above Zhaotian Palace is even darker.
As Ying Jinhuan went deeper into it, the fog became thicker.
The dark avenue beneath her feet was like a strange road leading to other worlds.
at this time……
A strong orangutan wind hit, and a pair of scarlet eyes quietly appeared behind Ying Jinhuan.
Followed closely by the second pair and the third pair of eyes...
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The rapid breaking wind struck from all directions, and in the mist, sharp minions approached quickly.
"Qiang!"
In the next moment, two dazzling purple sword energies crossed each other.
"Wow..." Accompanied by a shrill scream, a five- to six-meter-tall vicious monster with eight sharp claws was chopped into two pieces.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the Purple Lightning Black Jade Sword was suddenly in hand. Ying Jinhuan's eyes were indifferent, as cold as water from an ancient well.
"Jie!"
"Roar!"
The black shadows in the mist revealed their true forms one after another. They were all ugly-looking ferocious monsters. Ying Jinhuan moved his figure, dodged into the air, and swung his sword horizontally.
"Whoosh, whoosh..." A row of sword energy flew out, and several vicious monsters in front were killed immediately.
However, there are many evil monsters.
The blood of their companions not only did not make them retreat, but instead stimulated their bestiality.
More than twenty ferocious monsters were seen leaping up and fiercely surrounding Ying Jinhuan.
Ying Jinhuan was calm and calm, and the purple electric black jade sword in his palm erupted with an eye-catching thunder light.
"Chichi..."
Manic and magnificent electric light flowed up and down the sword, and then spread out like a big net.
"Thousand Fantasy Thunder Slash!"
The cold light of the sword illuminated his eyes, and the sharp refracted sword energy impacted on the beasts. The ferocious monsters and angry beasts from all directions turned into nothingness amidst the shrill screams.
Ying Jinhuan's figure landed lightly on the ground, her expression unchanged, and she stepped out of the thick demonic mist to make a smooth path.
As we continue to go deeper into the Zhaotian Palace, the number of ferocious monsters we encounter is decreasing, but their strength is getting stronger and stronger.
At the beginning, many ferocious monsters could not withstand Ying Jinhuan's sword. Later, Ying Jinhuan became obviously alert.
In the process of fighting the fierce monster, they are always looking for its weaknesses or using tactics.
"Boom!"
The purple sword energy swept through the sky, and the spiritual sword in Ying Jinhuan's hand chopped into pieces a huge blue spider with a human face.
"Ugh..." The human-faced spider let out a shrill scream, its eyes were blood red, like a ghost.
Its broken arms fell to the ground one after another, like falling lotus root joints. The picture looked weird and terrifying.
Ying Jinhuan's physical strength was somewhat affected by killing so many vicious monsters blocking the way.
But her eyes remained calm.
"Come out!" Ying Jinhuan held the purple electric black jade sword at an angle and said to the avenue behind.
After a while, a young and handsome figure came out of the demonic mist on the avenue behind.
Xiao Nuo was a little embarrassed when Ying Jinhuan discovered it.
"Senior Brother Lou Qing asked me to protect you." Xiao Nuo said, spreading his hands outward: "But judging from the situation along the way, it seems that you don't need my help."
Ying Jinhuan looked at Xiao Nuo: "Go back!"
Xiao Nuo raised his handsome eyebrows lightly and said, "Before, I was only focused on chasing you and had no time to look at the road. I didn't even make the signs that Senior Brother Lou Qing told me."
Xiao Nuo was telling the truth.
When he came, Xiao Nuo had no idea that "Zhaotian Palace" would be in such a situation.
The demonic fog inside is too weird and dense. In some places, the visibility is tens of meters, and in other places, the visibility is only a few meters...
In this environment, even if a mark is left, it will be difficult to find the way in.
What's more, Ying Jinhuan's foot power was too fast. It was quite rare for Xiao Nuo not to follow Ying Jinhuan.
"Try your luck! Follow me, there will be more dangers!" Ying Jinhuan said lightly, then turned around with the purple electric black jade sword.
Xiao Nuo hesitated for a moment and continued to follow: "Acting Palace Master, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for something!"
"What?" Xiao Nuo asked again.
Ying Jinhuan didn't answer and continued walking forward.
The other party didn't say anything, and Xiao Nuo didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, the two of them encountered a ferocious monster with only bones left in its body.
This ferocious monster has a lizard-like shape, about thirty meters tall, with green flames burning in its pupils.
This time, with Xiao Nuo's assistance, Ying Jinhuan easily eliminated the opponent.
Ying Jinhuan was a little surprised by Xiao Nuo's strength, but she didn't say anything, and Xiao Nuo didn't say much either. The two seemed to move forward in tacit understanding.
As time went on, the two got deeper and deeper into each other.
Xiao Nuo clearly felt that the air current in the air was much colder, as if he had walked into a world of ice and snow.
Ying Jinhuan frowned slightly, she had no intention of stopping.
Xiao Nuo could only follow.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them walked around for nearly a day, and then they came to a majestic and huge palace...
This is a palace city that has long been abandoned.
Ruins of ruins, collapsed buildings, and a large number of city towers were trampled into disgrace by the evil monster three hundred years ago.
But even so, every brick and tile, every floor and every pavilion of this palace city reveals its former glory.
"Found it..." Ying Jinhuan lightly opened her red lips and murmured.
"Huh?" Xiao Nuo was confused.
found it?
What was found?
Without waiting for Xiao Nuo to ask more questions, Ying Jinhuan continued to walk into the central area of the palace...
Inside the palace, there are spider webs everywhere, and all kinds of dark poisonous insects, snakes and ants are hiding under the cracks in the rocks.
It's quite quiet here.
The corpses of evil monsters can be seen everywhere in the palace, large and small, with weird shapes.
In addition, there are many human corpses scattered everywhere. They maintain the posture before death. The swords, guns and halberds in their hands are already covered with rust...
"Some people's corpses haven't decayed yet?" Xiao Nuo was confused.
Logically speaking, in three hundred years, no matter what kind of corpse it was, it would have been turned into withered bones.
But at a glance, there are actually many human corpses in Zhaotian Palace that still have flesh and blood, but their skin color has turned a dark color, and they have obviously been dead for a long time.
Weird!
It’s really weird!
Xiao Nuo couldn't help but asked: "Why does this happen?"
Ying Jinhuan just looked forward and replied casually: "Their corpses have been completely corroded by the demonic energy, so their bodies are not rotten."
Demonic spirit?
Xiao Nuo frowned slightly: "What kind of evil spirit is so terrifying?"
"The demon king's demonic energy!"
"Demon King?"
Hearing these two words, even Xiao Nuo felt a chill down his spine.
"Acting Palace Master, are you kidding me?"
"I just asked you to go back." Ying Jinhuan said calmly.
Xiao Nuo was speechless.
At the same time, the two of them walked past a magnificent city platform in the shape of a giant boat, and then, a majestic palace hundreds of feet high appeared in Ying Jinhuan's and Xiao Nuo's sight.
This palace is as stable as a mountain, with magnificent palace pillars supporting it firmly.
The next second, Xiao Nuo's eyes widened, and a look of deep horror appeared on his face.
On the side of the palace, there is a huge corpse of a vicious monster...
This corpse was two to three hundred meters tall.
Its legs were thick, and its sharp claws were embedded in the ground, like sharp claws.
Its body is like a giant, but it has a ferocious bull head.
A large iron pestle penetrated its heart and nailed it firmly to the palace...
Although it has long since lost its vitality, the demonic power it exudes still penetrates into the bone marrow.
"Demon King..." Xiao Nuo said solemnly.
Just now, he was a little doubtful about what Ying Jinhuan said, but now it seems that the other party is not telling lies.
There is indeed a demon king here.
Even though it has been dead for three hundred years, its fierce power and demonic aura still affect the Zhaotian Palace.
Against the dim background and shrouded in mist, the demon king's body looked completely mysterious and strange. Xiao Nuo couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of Ying Jinhuan's trip was...
Ying Jinhuan's beautiful eyes were full of unprecedented solemnity.
She stared closely at the huge beast body of the Demon King.
Xiao Nuo glanced at the other party, and then discovered that what Ying Jinhuan was really looking at was not the demon king's corpse, but the large iron pestle that penetrated the demon king's heart...
The iron pestle penetrated the Demon King's body, and part of it was driven into the palace behind.
The entire iron pestle was stained with rust and extremely dark in color.
"What is that?" Xiao Nuo asked.
"The treasure of the Zhaotian Palace... Zhi Ge Chu!" Ying Jinhuan said with her red lips slightly parted.
Xiao Nuo asked again: "Is your goal the 'Zhi Ge Chu'?"
Ying Jinhuan shook his head: "Yes and no!"
"What's the meaning?"
"What I'm looking for is Zhaotian Palace's supreme secret method, the Nine Seal Thunder Curse."
As soon as these words came out, the surprise on Xiao Nuo's face became even stronger.
"Nine-Seal Thunder Curse" is the supreme secret of Zhaotian Palace.
Although Xiao Nuo had never heard of this method, just by hearing the name, he knew that this secret method was no small matter.
In addition, Zhaotian Palace was once the largest sect in Youyuan State, so this "Nine Seal Thunder Curse" is definitely not a simple thing.
Ying Jinhuan continued: "Since the destruction of Zhaotian Palace, the Nine-Seal Thunder Curse has been lost. In the past three hundred years, disciples from the seven major sects have often come here to look for it, but in the end they all ended in failure."
"Huh?" Xiao Nuo asked confused: "Then do you know where the "Nine Seal Thunder Curse" is?"
Ying Jinhuan nodded: "Just inside the 'Zhi Ge Chu'..."
Xiao Nuo looked sideways at the huge iron pestle that pierced the demon king's heart, with faint fluctuations in his eyes.
at this time……
"You are not the only one who wants the "Nine Seal Thunder Curse"." A cold voice suddenly came from the other side.
Xiao Nuo's eyes sharpened, and he and Ying Jinhuan subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw the demonic mist surging over there, and a violent air flow rushed away the mist tide. Then, several figures walking through the mist appeared in this ancient palace...
The leader was a dignified young woman wearing a blue hair ornament.
Her makeup is neither heavy nor light, just right. Her slightly narrow eyes have a bit of foxiness.
"Lan Churou..." Ying Jinhuan said the person's name in one breath.
Lan Churou?
Xiao Nuo raised his eyes slightly, the name seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
Then, when Xiao Nuo saw the two people behind Lan Churou, he immediately recalled it.
There was a man and a woman in the team behind Lan Churou.
Those two people were Cheng Leng and Lan Shan who they had met in the Valley of Erosion.
At that time, Xiao Nuo was tempering the "ancient bronze body" with the spiritual fire of the Purple Gold Fire Beast, while Lan Shan used a water-absorbing gourd to plunder the demon fire in the formation. In the end, Xiao Nuo took away the Five Elements Lotus and the Cloud Staff of Truth...
Lan Shan also immediately recognized Xiao Nuo next to Ying Jinhuan.
"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be here..." Lan Shan glared at Xiao Nuo fiercely, and said to Lan Churou: "Cousin, he was the one who took away my Five Elements Lotus and Cheng Leng's Di Zhiyun. Rod!"
"Oh?" Lan Churou glanced at Xiao Nuo, then turned to Ying Jinhuan and said, "Master Ying Jinhuan, you haven't taken care of the people under you!"
There is no hint of respect in the word 'Palace Master', and it is even mixed with a touch of contempt.
Ying Jinhuan looked calm and replied: "Oh!"
"Oh, what do you mean?" Lan Churou frowned.
"Oh, I know it. I will scold him when I get back." Ying Jinhuan said.
Lan Churou sneered: "Aren't you going to hand the things back?"
"I didn't take the thing, so what's the use of you looking for me?"
"In that case, I understand..." Lan Churou raised her sleeves, and a blue beam of palm power rushed towards Xiao Nuo's location.
Xiao Nuo raised his cold eyes slightly. Just as he was about to attack, Ying Jinhuan was the first to strike. She swung her sword and a purple sword energy struck the palm.
"boom!"
The palm power and the sword energy are destroyed together, the heavy energy explodes, and the waves scatter in all directions.
The demonic mist surged, and dozens of cracks immediately appeared on the ground between the two of them.
Lan Churou's eyes turned cold: "Ying Jinhuan, what did you just say? What are you doing now?"
Ying Jinhuan was still expressionless: "If you want to ask him for something, I don't care. But next, he will help me fight for the "Nine-Seal Thunder Curse", so you can't hurt him..."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the court intensified.
Xiao Nuo's eyes also showed a bit of surprise.
He didn't expect that Ying Jinhuan, who always seemed cold and indifferent to people, would actually have such a strong personality.
Seeing that the battle between the two sides was about to break out, a hearty voice came from the sky.
"I mean, you two junior sisters, we are all from the same sect. If you have anything to say, please talk to each other. Don't just come up and use swords..."
As soon as the words fell, a young man fell into the field gently and steadily.
The man has an elegant temperament, dressed in white, with a white hairband on his head, and a paper fan in his hand, making him look like a handsome scholar.
You don't need to think about it to know that the person coming is also a first-grade disciple of the Piaomiao Sect.
Lan Churou glanced at the person coming.
"Jin Xiangli, don't bother..."
"Reading the books of sages and traveling thousands of miles, a qualified scholar has never had anything to do with women. I just kindly remind you that it is not appropriate for you to fight here."
Jin Xiangli said seriously.
Lan Churou said coldly: "What's inappropriate?"
Jin Xiangli opened the folding fan in his hand, smiled and said, "Because there are still people coming..."
"Oh? Who is it?"
"One of the ten strongest inner disciples..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present could not help but narrow their eyes.
Just as Jin Xiangli finished speaking...
"Boom!"
There was a sudden storm in the sky above the sky.
I saw a shining silver umbrella suddenly appearing in the void.
Snowflake-like patterns flowed on the surface of the umbrella, and as the patterns on the umbrella shone brightly, the umbrella opened and burst out with a powerful power.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction force erupted from the silver umbrella, and it swayed into tornadoes one after another.
In an instant, the demonic mist that shrouded the inside and outside of the palace gathered toward the silver umbrella.
That is?
Everyone's faces showed surprise.
Jin Xiangli and Lan Churou were enjoying themselves, while Xiao Nuo and others raised their heads and looked into the void.
"It's the 'Bing Li Umbrella'." Jin Xiangli revealed the name of this thing.
Bingli Umbrella, the most top-notch earth-grade spiritual weapon.
Its owner is none other than Yuan Lixue, who ranks third among the ten strongest disciples of the inner sect.
"Yuan Lixue is here too!" Lan Churou said solemnly.
"It's more than that!" Jin Xiangli said.
As a large amount of the demonic mist inside Zhaotian Palace was sucked away, the environment inside and outside the palace became much clearer.
One after another, extraordinary figures gradually stepped out of the demonic mist...
