Stepping into the palace, everything was dark.
Shen Chenfeng strode forward and stepped on something unknown, making a creaking sound.
A faint golden light rose from Zhao Wuya's body, and the three of them finally saw the surrounding scene clearly.
This is an extremely vast inner hall, with stone pillars standing upright, and dragons and phoenixes carved on them. You can imagine how prosperous it once was.
But now, the inner temple feels desolate.
There is thick dust everywhere, abandoned stone statues, broken seats, and dead bones on the ground.
Most of these dead bones have weathered, but based on the remains left behind, it can be barely distinguished that they are all human bones.
Moreover, these withered bones are different from ordinary human beings. There is a faint golden color in the bones.
"This is the corpse of a powerful man in the divine realm."
Tan Yuwei exclaimed and said: "What happened in the dragon ruins that there are so many corpses of powerful gods?"
Zhao Wuya also had a solemn expression on his face and said: "Everything here is weird, everyone's best to be careful."
Before the voice could finish, Shen Chenfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at the bottomless door in the distance.
He could clearly feel that something was calling him in this portal.
what exactly is it?
Shen Chenfeng didn't have time to think too much, and walked directly into the portal, stepping on the corpses everywhere.
Behind this portal, however, is still an inner temple.
The same thick dust, the same abandoned stone statues, the same broken seats, and the same piles of dead bones everywhere.
If Shen Chenfeng hadn't clearly felt that the feeling of calling was getting stronger and stronger, he almost thought he was back to where he was before.
"Who fell here back then?"
"What secrets are hidden in this palace?"
A light flashed in Chen Chenfeng's eyes, and he stepped into the farthest portal again without hesitation.
Behind it is the same inner sanctum, but the feeling of calling is stronger. His dragon heart seemed to be stimulated and started beating wildly.
In this way, Shen Chenfeng passed through nine portals in a row and finally came to a square.
This square is filled with bones, but in the center of countless bones stands an extremely huge statue.
This is a giant dragon that smiles proudly to the sky. It has a long body and a majestic look. Roaring up to the sky, his eyes seemed to be filled with monstrous anger, and the sculpture was lifelike.
Shen Chenfeng looked at the statue, his heart trembling crazily.
The Infinite Dragon King!
"No way, this is impossible."
"Second brother is the only true dragon in the world. Apart from me, there is no rival in the world. With his strength, there is no way he will fall like this."
Shen Chenfeng's body was trembling as he stepped in front of the statue.
He stared into the dragon's eyes and could clearly feel how angry and unwilling the dragon was in its heart before it died.
"Shen Chenfeng, don't touch that statue."
Zhao Wuya, who came from behind, saw Shen Chenfeng standing in front of the statue and quickly reminded him.
However, it was too late.
Shen Chenfeng raised his palm and landed on the huge statue.
Boom!
Space vibrates.
An invisible force bloomed from the statue like a tsunami. Then it swept across the entire place unstoppably, filling every inch of the palace.
This power is full of holiness, vastness, and seems to be supreme.
Anyone enveloped by this aura feels fear from the bottom of their heart as if they are encountering a natural enemy.
"What's this?"
Zhao Wuya looked at his palm in disbelief. The golden essence receded like a tide, and his cultivation level also declined.
From the peak of Lingxu Realm, he fell to the ninth level of Zhenwu Realm, and then he could stop.
Tan Yuwei's cultivation also plummeted, but because of the seal protection, her situation was slightly better and she still had the strength of the first level of the True Martial Realm.
She carefully felt the omnipresent and supreme aura. Then he seemed to think of something, and his expression changed crazily.
"It's Long Wei!"
All races in heaven and earth are hierarchical.
High-level races naturally have strong suppressive power over low-level races. Even a trace of breath is enough to make low-level races feel fearful, unable to control themselves, or even die from excessive fright.
This is an innate suppression that cannot be changed at all.
Even if your strength reaches the sky and shakes the heaven and the earth. But when facing high-level creatures, it is still inevitable to feel fear.
Unless you can change fate against the will of heaven and tamper with yin and yang.
However, in the tens of thousands of years of Lingwu Continent's history, there have been very few powerful people who have been able to cultivate to this level.
Although humans are the spirits of all races, they rule the entire Lingwu Continent. But among all the races in the world, the top races are none other than the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan.
Among them, the Dragon Clan is the most important.
There is no need to move at all, just a trace of momentum can crush all enemies.
This kind of power is Longwei.
The purer the bloodline of the dragon clan, the stronger the pressure.
If it is the legendary true dragon, when its momentum blooms, all enemies weaker than itself will collapse, or even commit suicide out of fear of crime, which is extremely terrifying.
In this statue, just a hint of dragon power can weaken Zhao Wuya by an entire realm.
This shows how powerful this giant dragon was during his lifetime.
However, Shen Chenfeng has a dragon heart and a half-dragon body, and is not affected by the dragon's power. And he could clearly feel that the strong call was constantly coming from this statue.
He had an idea and thrust the power of his soul into the statue.
boom!
Shen Chenfeng's heart was shaken.
After a while, he came to a palace.
This hall is somewhat similar to the inner hall in a palace, but it is magnificent and extremely luxurious. Stone pillars stand up one after another, and dragon statues made of pure gold are placed on the ground.
And deep in the hall, sat a tall man.
This man is dressed in a dragon robe, has a square face, and is not angry but confident. However, what is very different from ordinary people is that there are two dragon horns on his head, which adds infinite majesty.
He looked up in the direction of Shen Chenfeng, and said without any emotion in his voice: "Junior, I can feel a trace of my dragon clan's breath from your body..."
Shen Chenfeng looked at that person blankly, his eyes becoming moist without knowing when.
He took a deep breath, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Second brother."
A cry that seemed to use up all his strength.
The middle-aged man was slightly shocked and suddenly stood up from his seat.
At this moment, his figure was extremely tall, and the entire palace seemed to be dwarfed in front of him.
"Bold bastard, how dare you disrespect me."
"I will kill you today so that you can know the majesty of my Wuji Dragon Emperor."
