This cave located thousands of feet below the sea surface went all the way down. Chu Tian and others plummeted down thousands of feet, and their eyes suddenly opened up. A huge palace suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The majesty of this palace is so majestic that it cannot be described in words.
Not to mention other things, each of the ninety-nine steps in front of the main hall is as high as ten feet!
Using the simplest conversion method, if the "people" who can use these steps normally are not hundreds of feet away in height
Immediately afterwards, what Yue Niangniang and others discovered was an excellent proof of this point - they had flown to the door of the main hall. Outside the half-open and half-closed door of the main hall, there were more than a dozen corpses lying in random directions!
These corpses are all hundreds of meters tall. They are all wearing heavy armor. The armor is gorgeous and smooth in shape. The complex relief patterns on the armor can be called works of art. If you look closely, you will see that each pattern is made up of at least tens of thousands of simple and complicated patterns. The runes are outlined.
I don't know how many years have passed, and the luster of these armors has long been dimmed, but there is still an extremely powerful force field spurting out from the armors, so that these armors are spotless, as clean as if they have just been baked.
Yue Niangniang and others carefully gathered around these corpses and carefully inspected their injuries.
There were only a dozen or so corpses, but the injuries on their bodies were all kinds of strange, with at least hundreds of fatal injuries left on them.
Just like the corpse closest to Chu Tian, his neck and entire head were petrified into gray-white stone. His right chest was turned into cold blue glaze, but his left chest was made of bones. It was so rugged that all the flesh and blood had disappeared.
The corpse's abdominal armor was blasted to pieces by a terrifying force. There were three transparent wounds on his abdomen. One of the wounds was still emitting terrible heat. Chu Tian took out a horn-sharp knife and stabbed it at the wound. As soon as it was released, with a "chi" sound, the sharp steel-forged ox-horn knife instantly vaporized.
The other transparent wound was extremely cold. Chu Tian took out a piece of dried meat and threw it on the wound. With a few "click" sounds, the piece of dried meat was immediately frozen into countless tiny ice shards, which fell one after another. On the ground.
The third wound was completely black, with wisps of ominous black energy wrapped around the wound.
Chu Tian couldn't figure out whether the black energy on the wound was poisonous energy or a curse, or some evil yin energy, ghost energy, etc. He didn't dare to get close to the wound at all, and he didn't even dare to throw something in there and try.
There were scars all over the body below the waist and abdomen. One of his thighs seemed to have been bitten hard by some kind of wild beast. Large pieces of muscle were missing, and even half of the thigh bone was bitten off.
To Chu Tian's surprise, in the hand of this corpse, he tightly held a giant sword that was one hundred and eighty feet long. The shape was 30% to 50% similar to the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that Hu Dali usually used.
It's just that the size of this big knife is too big. Chu Tian jumped to the side of the big knife and found that the handle of this big knife was as thick as dozens of people could hug it. It was impossible for ordinary people to use it.
Chu Tian touched the handle of the knife vigorously and let out a long sigh.
Hu Dali also jumped to his side. He touched the big knife vigorously and sighed longly: "What a big knife, but it's a pity it's too big. If I can take it away, Make sure it drinks human blood and pulls off eighteen million heads!"
It was a good thing that Hu Dali didn't open his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, a cold light flashed on the handle of the already dim broadsword, and with a "puff" sound, a deep wound was opened on Hu Dali's palm, which almost cut off Hu Dali's claws. Chopped whole.
A terrible suction force surged out from the handle of the knife, and Hu Dali's blood-spurting palm pressed on the handle of the knife with a "snap".
Hu Dali felt that the blood all over his body was constantly gushing out from the wound like a fountain. The pain was so severe that he screamed in pain, but he could not get rid of this terrible suction force.
Everyone looked at Hu Dali and saw that starting from Hu Dali's palm that was pressed against the handle of the knife, countless thin blood threads quickly extended along the handle to the entire sword.
In a few breaths, almost all the blood in Hu Dali's body was drained. His face turned pale and he howled miserably, and his howl had become weak.
Chu Tian hurriedly approached Hu Dali, took out a jade bottle filled with fine wine, and without saying a word, stuffed half of the bottle into his mouth and poured it out vigorously. A bottle of nectar was injected into the body, and the two pairs of white wings behind Hu Dali opened with a "clatter". The powerful vitality of the Lingxiao White Tiger was activated. The nectar was continuously absorbed into his bone marrow, and then transformed into fresh plasma, which was continuously produced.
One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...
After downing eighteen bottles of wine, the bloodshot blood coming from Hu Dali's hand finally covered the entire sword.
A "sonorous" roar came. This huge, pitch-black sword with several odd-shaped black dragon patterns carved on its surface was covered by a layer of black light waves. The sparkling waves shook rapidly. There were countless tiny scales on the surface of the sword. Roll over.
Every time the dark scales roll up, the size of the sword shrinks by one point, and every time it rolls up again, it shrinks by another point.
After just a cup of tea, the sword had turned into a murderous sword that was one to eight feet long, with a faint cold light all over its body and a sharp bloody blade that could not be looked directly at.
An extremely ferocious knife sound came from inside the broadsword, and the broadsword turned into a black light and struck hard into Hu Dali's chest.
Hu Dali's clothes were shattered every inch, and he stood there blankly looking at everyone.
The Lingxiao White Tiger's skin is as white as jade, and its hair is as white as silver snow. However, Tiger Dali's white flesh has nine black and ferocious dragons swimming rapidly with teeth and claws. Every time he swims around, , a hint of ferocious and unusually ferocious aura entered Hu Dali's body.
"This guy is from the Ancient Heavenly Palace..." The black cold light in Hu Dali's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously said a few words.
Obviously, this sword is conveying some secret information to the tiger.
The face of the old fox who came in right after Chu Tian suddenly froze, and he shouted hoarsely: "Shut up, you can never say those four words again. You, everyone, forget what this guy just said!"
Tiger blinked vigorously and looked at the old fox innocently.
The old fox looked at Hu Dali with a strange expression, and suddenly he smiled and said: "Your true body is the White Tiger of Lingxiao? You and Prince Ming seem to get along quite well? That's great. From now on, you will also be the worshiper of my Yuehu clan. , you can rest assured to enjoy the clan’s money and beauties!”
The old fox smiled brightly, but in his bright smile, even Chu Yaya could see the fear that he wanted to hide but couldn't.
Seeing that Hu Dali had won such a big prize, behind Yue Niangniang, a young master of the Yue clan who had the same identity as Yue Yinluo secretly made a slit in the palm of his hand, and slapped a huge long sword beside him.
With a miserable howl, the young master of the Yuezhi's body instantly turned into ashes, and all the blood and essence in his body was sucked cleanly by the sword in a snap of his fingers.
With a "buzz" sound, an arc-shaped sword light suddenly erupted from the hilt of the long sword.