The further they moved forward, the uglier the faces of Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou became.
Tang Huan was also trembling slightly. On this staircase alone, there were probably tens of thousands of dead monks, but only a hundred or so of the cactus-like creatures died.
After a while, the three of them had crossed the last step and stood in front of the huge building.
The front is a palace. The door of the palace is open. On the plaque hanging above, the four characters "Yuanshi Killing Realm" are dancing with dragons and phoenixes. The murderous intention is clear. Just one look at it makes people's souls tremble, as if every time. Each character contains an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, as well as overwhelming evil aura.
At this time, Tang Huan suddenly understood that this "Yuanshi Immortal Relic" did not exist in the ancient sect, but should be a trial place. After passing through the other eight passages, you will definitely encounter similar dangers. It is estimated that there will be corpses everywhere along the way.
"Whoosh—"
After just a brief pause, the three of them continued to fly forward, and in an instant, they had passed through the palace gate.
There is no shortcut in this place, you can only go along the passage.
If you want to avoid danger from the ground by flying in the air, the chance of success is almost zero, because the sky about five meters above is filled with extremely majestic pressure. It is impossible for Tianjun monks to break through the blockade of that pressure. There is no sexual safety at all.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for so many people to die on the stairs and avenue.
"His!"
The sound of gasping suddenly sounded, and just after passing through the palace door, Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou stopped in their tracks, with a look of shock on their eyebrows.
The space behind the palace gate is extremely vast, about several kilometers in length and width.
However, this space was still filled with corpses. Although slightly less than the number on the staircase outside, there were still thousands of people, and their deaths were equally miserable. However, what killed them was not the cactus on the staircase, but a round-shaped cactus. plant.
"On this short journey, more than 10,000 people died."
After a moment of silence, Gu Caiwei couldn't help but sigh softly.
Although she and Tang Manrou were quite dissatisfied with the monks rushing to enter the "Yuanshi Immortal Relic", they still couldn't bear to see a large number of their corpses lying here.
At the end of this palace space, there is an arch.
Behind the arch, there should be another hall space. Dead bodies are everywhere here, and the hall space inside is probably not much better.
It turned out that her guess was correct.
When the three of them entered the second level of the hall, they found corpses all over the ground. However, the ones who killed these monks had been replaced by another kind of plant-like creature.
The third level of palace space, the fourth level of palace space...
This is true.
The further forward, the closer the death time of the monks in the hall space becomes, and the shouts coming from the front become clearer and clearer.
Unknowingly, the three of them had entered the eighth level of the palace space.
"Two senior sisters, get ready."
Tang Huan suddenly shouted in a deep voice.
A fierce battle seemed to be taking place in the ninth hall space ahead. Therefore, almost at the moment when his voice fell, Tang Huan also summoned the "Pure Yang Divine Sword" from his dantian. Amidst the exciting trembling sound, there was a terrifying sound. The sword intent surged out and filled the entire space in an instant.
Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou also activated their Tianyuan, activating the Taoist tools in their hands. The giant swords and long knives shone brilliantly, and majestic energy surged out.
The next moment, the three of them passed through the archway deep in the palace almost simultaneously, and instantly entered the ninth level of the palace space.
"boom!"
A loud noise exploded in their ears. Tang Huan, Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou stared at each other like a reflex, and saw a green rattan hundreds of meters long in the central area of the hall, dancing like a snake. , above the vines, countless branches and branches are spreading their teeth and claws.
Around the cane, thousands of monks were desperately launching an offensive.
The roaring sounds came one after another, and the bright and colorful lights blooming from the Taoist weapons illuminated the palace like a dream. However, the fierce energy that continued to rage and the corpses lying on the ground were all the time. This again highlights the danger of this area.
The battle between the two sides had obviously lasted for a long time.
Outside the battle circle, there were not only the corpses of the monks, but also a large number of injured or exhausted monks. They were all sitting on the ground at this moment, racing against time to heal their injuries or restore their Tianyuan.
The appearance of Tang Huan, Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou attracted the attention of many monks.
But at this time, everyone couldn't care less about being surprised. With a flash of eyes, their attention returned to the long green rattan.
"Bang! Bang..."
The wisteria twisted and its branches twitched, and the few Tianjuns who couldn't dodge spit out blood and flew backwards with weapons on them. They were already seriously injured. But almost immediately, countless weapons came back and slashed down, leaving numerous wounds on the rattan.
"Two senior sisters, let's go together, be more careful."
The three people rushed over immediately.
"laugh!"
When he was still dozens of meters away from the green rattan, Tang Huan struck out with the "Pure Yang Divine Sword" in his hand. The powerful Tian Yuan poured into the sword body and instantly turned into a huge sword light, which passed between the two monks. It shuttled through the gaps, sweeping forward like a horse, as if it could cut off the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.
At almost the same moment, the terrifying sword intent also surged out with the white sword light, seemingly turning into substance.
Sensing this palpitating sword intent, thousands of monks around him were all startled. In a hurry, their eyes fell on Tang Huan.
"It's him!"
"Gu Ying!"
"He came in too!"
“…”
There were many exclamations.
"boom!"
In the next moment, the white sword light poured on the green vine, and a crack as deep as a foot was revealed, and the viscous green liquid shot out from the crack. Weird sounds surged out from the rattan's body, and then the rattan began to twist violently.
"good!"
There was a roar of cheers, and the surrounding monks were in great spirits, with surprise in their eyes.
They have been besieging the cane for a long time, but even if the sixth-grade Tianjun tried his best, he could only leave a scar a few inches deep on the cane. In comparison, the effect of Tang Huan's offensive far exceeded that of each of them.
Tang Huan frowned slightly.
As the rattan continued to twist, the wound was healing at an astonishing speed. It would take at most a few breaths to restore the wound to its original state. Not only the scars he cut with his sword light were like this, but the scars left by other monks on the rattan were also being eliminated quickly. (To be continued)