Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

Seeing that Xiu Xiuer and Chu Yu were all ready, Chu Tian nodded and looked at the main entrance of the main hall step by step.

This hall is very strange in shape, just like a big bird squatting on the ground, and the left and right sides are slanting out of a side hall. In the middle of a main entrance, there is a hundred feet high, and there are thirty feet wide. The door on the patina is dense. I hit a hundred and eight huge door nails.

As the Chutian tribes approached slowly, there was a fascinating cloud of clouds on these nails. A wave of unbearable years of breath, ancient, decaying, withered, rotten, all from the flesh The breath that felt extremely uncomfortable to the soul condensed into substance, like a flood that rushed over.

Under the skin of Chutian, a layer of blue and faint light lingers, blocking the rush of a wave of years.

The sound of the dragon screaming in the picture of the dragon in the shell of the dragon show, the light of the black **** light swayed a trace of silk, and she was equally unscathed.

In the ancestors of the Chu dynasty, countless ghosts and gods raised their heads like living creatures. They licked their mouths and danced with their hands, and their eyes spewed out a variety of deep fires, and opened their mouths to spurt a lot of yin.

Gradually, the ghosts and yin spurted out by the sacred ghosts in the sects of the ancestors condensed into a jade that was like a real ghost in the night, and the smoldering evil spirits spewed out from the jade, and countless scorpions The arm of the arm was explored from the jade, and each of them was pinched into a variety of different handprints, releasing a strange and singular secret method, which also blocked the flushing of the years.

Chutian walked to the front of the main entrance, and his hands pressed on the portal and pushed hard.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly heavy and heavy door, like the **** are generally light, and was easily pushed away by Chu Tian.

The sound of '咚', the two doors were open, the door fan slammed into the walls on both sides, and a gray spurt of breath erupted from the door, and an extremely decaying, extremely aging age precipitated. When they came out, Chu Tian, ​​Chu Yu, and Xiu Xiu had three bodies, and they stepped back a few steps.

"Damn!" Chu Yu whispered a low voice. He looked at Chu Tian and said: "Chu Shitou, seeing that you don't seem to have any body protection, can you help me?"

Chu Tian waved his hand, and he took a deep breath and spurted it forward.

A gust of wind rolled up in the flat, and the bronze lamp slammed into the wind and flashed rapidly. A madman turned into a tornado with a diameter of several feet, and screamed into the hall. Chu Tian followed the tornado and strode into the hall, and then he stood there in horror.

"I rely! This is, butcher's shop?" Chu Yu also followed closely, and suddenly saw the scene in the hall, he screamed subconsciously.

Yan Xiuer also followed in. When she looked up and saw the scene in the hall, her body suddenly became stiff, and one foot just lifted up, but it was delayed.

The hall is very spacious and the light is very bright.

On the surrounding bronze walls, the **** faucet of the phoenix sables is criss-crossed, and the murderous, twisted purple scorpion is like a twisted scar, deeply imprinted on the wall.

The feelings of these purple scorpions are extremely uncomfortable. A terrible distortion, absolute fierceness, subversiveness, and tearing of all horrible breaths spread from every word, so that the people standing in the hall are like themselves. Being soaked in the blood of the broken arm of the broken limb, a fear of suffocation and desperation is constantly coming.

On the roof of the main hall, thirty-six bronze mirrors hang high.

Thirty-six tens of thousands of thick icy light columns hang down from the bronze mirror, and each tall column is suspended with a tall and burly body.

These people are male and female. The height of the men is about three feet. The height of the women is usually about two feet and five or six feet. Although they are tall and tall, their body proportions are excellent, and every inch of the body is perfect. Natural, harmonious, each body is a work of art.

Both men and women, they are dressed in the most beautiful shape to the ultimate armor, these armor is full of brilliance, the halo spreads dozens of feet away, just look at the material to know that these armor is definitely a gem-level weight.

However, all of these armor are broken and ruined, just like the bodies of these men and women. They are full of transparent wounds. The wounds left by the swords and swords are all there are more fires, frozen and thunder. Traces of the past.

These people, who are quietly suspended in the light column, both men and women, are surrounded by two golden pillars with various patterns. A chain of thumb-thickness sticks out of the pillars and penetrates the vital parts of their bodies, as if they were bundled together to tie them together.

What is even more shocking is that their Tianling cover, temples, throat, heart, lower abdomen, etc. are all fatal in the 36th, all with a golden dagger.

These short-swords shine with glare, and the three people in Chutian are not close, but they look at these short swords from afar, and they feel that there is a great horror that is about to come to an end.

The wave of ancient, decadent years of breath, from the thirty-six bronze mirrors constantly spewed out, wave by wave washed the body of these men and women.

No one knows how many years these bodies have been suspended here, how many years of rinsing they have experienced.

However, Chutian seems that these people's broken bodies are still vivid, without any tendency to decay or corruption.

In these people's bodies, there seems to be some kind of indestructible, near-eternal power to protect their bodies, even if these bodies are so imprisoned, so sealed by such vicious prohibitions, so horrible arrangement Washed, they are constant, and they are immortal.

"This is not a butcher's shop. Here... is the place of suppression." Chu Tianbao looked inexplicably at the bodies suspended in the light column. He muttered to himself: "I have a hunch, these people... maybe, and No death! Ziyin, what he is looking for...not theirs."

It seems to be the relationship between Chu Tian and their voices.

In the light column closest to the gate, one is three feet tall and two feet tall, wearing red and red armor, and the strong, mighty brawny suddenly raised his head slowly. The closed eyes of Dahan slowly opened, revealing a pair of dead scorpions.

A lifeless cold light flashed through the Dahanzizi, and Chutian felt that his heart was bursting with grief. He exclaimed, grabbing Chu and Yuxiu to retreat to the gate.

Yan Xiuer was even more exclaimed. The golden beads of the twelve golden dragons on her left hand flew up and turned into twelve gold figures who stood tall in front of them.

An invisible sharp air screamed, and twelve people were cut off by the waist, and the upper body fell heavily on the ground.

Chu Tian and others have already withdrawn from the main entrance of the main hall. The invisible sharpness has come and chased. The numerous twisted fascinating phoenixes on the door frame of the door suddenly flashed, and a thick light wall appeared out of thin air.

The sharp and heavy squatting on the light wall, a loud noise, the light wall and the sharp gas burst at the same time, the overflowing breath of the overflowing slammed on the Chutian three, and the three people rolled the gourd and rolled out. .