Gao Wu Arrives

Such a situation is really a bit too scary, and what is even more scary is that it can be expected that such a situation is likely to happen in the near future. Thinking of this, everyone sweats profusely and feels extremely anxious.

"Om~"

Ambilight, Xu Xin sacrificed a colorful glass cup, and the colorful flames filled the sky, drowning the tall figure at once.

But the result was unsatisfactory, and the opponent was not injured in the slightest. The tall body was walking on the ground in the flames, and even the rag-like clothes did not burn.

At this time, other people also shot.

But it was all useless. The Shenhongs hit the cold, ruthless, bloodthirsty and cruel ancients, all like mud like the sea, without the slightest ripple.

"Enter the Holy Palace!" Lu Pengbo shouted.

He has no other way, in this mountain, they are not fast enough, it is impossible to avoid the pursuit of the other party.

"What?" Yu Yingfan paled in horror.

Enter the Holy Palace?

Wouldn't it be necessary to take the initiative to drill into the tiger's den? No one knows what the situation in the Holy Palace is, and guesses that it may be full of crises.

"Is there any other way?" Lu Pengbo was dripping with cold sweat.

In this short moment, another old man who was walking with Xu Xin was bleeding, and his head was twisted off in an instant. The blood spurted like a spring, and the scene was extremely cruel and bloodthirsty.

There is no other way, everyone knows that entering the Holy Palace may be a chance of death, but staying in this area is absolutely lifeless.

The fog swallowed the sky, and the moonlight disappeared.

Ten figures quickly shuttled between the mountains and forests, and soon came to the location of the Holy Palace. There is not only one Holy Palace, it is their unified name. In the mountains ahead, there are large palaces, all of which are broken Taoist artifacts, relics damaged by the war in the ancient times.

In the quiet and dark night, the ruined palaces that stretched for an unknown number of miles were silent, not even the chirping of insects. The dim walls and mottled masonry revealed the ruthlessness of the years and the splendid loneliness.

The wind roared, and everyone rushed past, all submerging into this area.

In the back, the tall figure kept walking, still unhurried, like a ghost, without the slightest sound, followed closely behind and entered the palace group together.

"Go!" Lu Pengbo lowered his voice and greeted everyone.

At this time of crisis, no one is sure what will come next. One person is short, and many are long. Only by reporting to the group to keep warm can we try our best to face the dangerous situation and keep everyone alive.

Everyone restrained their breath, like a group of cats coming to an unfamiliar area, walking fast on the streets scattered with tiles and bricks. As far as the eye can see, the bricks and tiles that can be seen are not ordinary objects, but are all made of precious metal objects.

But it is a pity that now they have all been erased from the inscriptions, and over the years, the divinity has also disappeared completely, and they are all full of cracks, like broken copper and scrap iron, without any value.

The crowd did not dare to stop, and the life-threatening ghosts behind them were still closely following.

Suddenly, the road ahead was cut off, and a cyan wall blocked the front. It was so abrupt and different from the surrounding materials. It was not one with the palace. Everyone observed carefully and found that this was actually a divine sword, but it was enlarged and broken, and a part of the sword was standing in front of them.