Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 488 Cangsong's Resentment
"Haha, good boy, even the old man was worried about you just now, I didn't expect you to pass through this thunder formation so easily!" The old man laughed loudly.

Chen Mo looked back at the old man and asked, "Do you want to come in?"

The old man laughed: "Of course!"

Chen Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed at the void, and the thunder formation suddenly erupted in an all-round way, and the thunder crackled down one after another, with a terrifying momentum.

A group of warriors hurriedly backed away in fright, and looked at Chen Mo puzzled, not knowing why this happened.

After a while, the thunder gradually weakened until it disappeared.

Chen Mo said to the old man: "Come in!"

"Is that all right?" A group of warriors couldn't believe it.

The old man was also slightly surprised, but he still trusted Chen Mo. He nodded, thanked him, and walked over cautiously.

When passing by the place where the magic circle was originally located, there was no thunder falling, and the old man passed safely.

"It really disappeared!" All the warriors were overjoyed.

Xia Qing had complicated expressions on her beautiful face, she looked at Chen Mo with shock, doubt, and even anger.

"This kid, it turns out he's hiding something!"

Chen Mo looked at Nie Xiaoqian and said lightly, "Let's go!"

"kindness!"

The two stepped directly into the palace.

The palace was empty, with eight huge stone pillars standing in the main hall, two rows of red sandalwood grand master's chairs were placed side by side, covered with dust, and at the top was an oversized grand master's chair inlaid with a piece of crystal clear jade.

That's all there is in the hall.

Chen Mo and Nie Xiaoqian stood at the door, looking at the scene in front of them, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help being a little disappointed: "We have worked so hard just to come here to take a look at the dilapidated hall? Hehe..." Nie Xiaoqian's smile was a bit bitter.

At the rear, those warriors who followed showed dejected expressions when they saw the scene in front of them.

"Senior brother, you died in vain!" A young warrior secretly wiped his tears.

Even those old people were disappointed.

There is no way forward, and this is the last place of the Void Mountain.

It's no wonder that everyone was disappointed. No one would have thought that after all the hard work and narrow escape, they would see this empty hall in the end.

However, Chen Mo was not discouraged, he knew it would not be that simple.

Chen Mo's gaze began to scan the hall. He could feel the powerful fluctuations of spiritual power hidden here. He knew that this hall was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the huge stone door of the hall suddenly closed automatically, and the whole hall suddenly fell into darkness.

"What's going on? Who closed the door!" A warrior exclaimed.

Chen Mo stretched out his hand to hold Nie Xiaoqian's little hand, and said solemnly: "No matter what happens in a while, you are not allowed to leave my side for half a step!"

"En!" Nie Xiaoqian nodded obediently. In the darkness, no one saw her face as red as an overripe apple.

An old voice sounded in the empty hall, the voice was desolate, sad and angry, with deep unwillingness.

"Why, why did I see that door, but couldn't get in? Why?"

In the hall, the warriors looked around in panic, looking for the source of the sound.

"Who is it? Who is talking!" A warrior exclaimed.

A gust of sinister wind whizzed past the hall, and everyone saw a middle-aged man in white, who looked like a scholar, appearing silently on the grand teacher's chair inlaid with huge jade in the hall.

Darkness is nothing to all warriors, and everyone has discovered the existence of this white-clothed scholar.

"Who are you?" A young warrior asked in front of him.

The white-clothed scholar looked like a middle-aged man, but his voice was unusually old: "I am the owner of this place!"

The old voice was somewhat sad, echoing in the empty hall, making people feel creepy.

"You are Taoist Cangsong!" The old man beside Chen Mo exclaimed.

"That's right, you actually know me!" The scholar in white said in surprise.

The old man shouted in horror: "How is that possible! Taoist Cangsong is a figure from a thousand years ago. Even if his cultivation level breaks through the divine realm, he cannot survive for a thousand years. Who are you?"

"I told you, I am Cangsong. If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you!" said the scholar in white.

"How do you prove it? Taoist Cangsong was a person thousands of years ago. Anyone who knew him died long ago. I also read it from the classics. How do you prove it?" the old man asked suspiciously.

The white-clothed scholar laughed loudly and said, "Why is this so difficult? Since you have heard my name, you should know where this place is, right?"

The old man said: "This is Cangyun Palace, the legendary cave of Taoist Cangsong."

The white-clothed scholar smiled and said, "That's fine. If I can control Cangyun Temple, wouldn't that be the best proof?"

"Then you have to prove it!" the old man said in a deep voice, his face gloomy.

"Look out!" The scholar in white raised his hand, and the originally closed stone door of the hall suddenly opened.

The white-clothed scholar shook his hand, and the stone door closed slowly again immediately.

The old man was frightened and said: "You are really a Cangsong Taoist!"

"It's guaranteed to be fake!" The white-clothed scholar said with a calm smile.

All the warriors were shocked. A person who lived a thousand years ago suddenly appeared in front of him. The shock was incomparably huge.

The old man quietly looked at Chen Mo, and asked in a low voice, "Little brother, what do you think?"

Chen Mo looked at the white-clothed scholar, with a touch of disdain on his face, and said in a flat voice: "It's just a mere divine idea, dare to pretend to be the deity, it's really life-or-death!"

"Spiritual thoughts?" The old man and a group of warriors showed doubts, not understanding what Chen Mo meant.

However, this Taoist Cangsong changed his face wildly, looked at Chen Mo and roared angrily: "Nonsense, I am Cangsong, Cangsong is me, I don't understand what nonsense you are talking about!"

Chen Mo sneered: "Strictly speaking, you don't even have spiritual thoughts, you are just the resentment of Taoist Cangsong. I really want to know what you went through before you were alive to leave such a heavy resentment!"

This time, Taoist Cangsong couldn't keep calm anymore, stood up suddenly, looked at Chen Mo and roared loudly: "Boy, I said, I am Cangsong, and Cangsong is me, so I don't hold any grudges!"

"Yes or no, you know very well in your heart." Chen Mo said lightly.

"I'm going to kill you!" Taoist Cangsong became furious and rushed towards Chen Mo.

"Get out!" Chen Mo shouted coldly, and punched out.

boom!
Taoist Cangsong was punched flying by Chen Mo.

"Boy, you are not a warrior, you are a descendant of ancient times!" Taoist Cangsong looked at Chen Mo in shock and exclaimed.

Ancient descendants?

Everyone looked at Chen Mo with doubts in their eyes.

This time, Chen Mo firmly believed in his own judgment. In that distant era, there must have been a very prosperous civilization of cultivating immortals on the planet Earth.

Cangsong Taoist's resentment is the same as that of An Baitian's evil spirit, and he regards himself as a descendant of ancient immortal cultivators.

It's just that they definitely don't know that there are many immortal cultivators in the starry sky of the universe, and there are very powerful immortal cultivators there.

(End of this chapter)