Son-in-law Dan Zun

Xiao Dai'er took out the Holy Spirit Stone, and soon she was shocked again.

A holy spirit stone, she only absorbed about 10% of the spiritual energy, and then turned into a powder.

"What's the situation?" Xiao Dai'er looked at Luo Wushu in confusion.

"Guess?" Luo Wushu smiled.

"Say it!" Xiao Dai'er smiled and posted it, softly rubbing Luo Wushu's arm against her chest.

Luo Wushu helplessly, stopped regaining his aura, "If I knew, would I still waste time here?"

Xiao Dai'er: "..."

The two practiced for a while, and after spending a lot of holy spirit stones, they finally restored the spiritual energy in their bodies to their heyday.

Although this approach is a bit extravagant.

But it is not a bad thing to maintain a bit more strength.

"Let's go!"

"No matter how late, there may really be no chance to drink soup."

Luo Wushu and Xiao Dai'er started to get up and head towards the depths of the tomb.

For some reason, in Luo Wushu's body, Xiao Dai'er could always feel a sense of steadfastness.

Follow him, inexplicably at ease.

And Luo Wushu has never let him down all the time.

The mausoleum is very large. If you don't have a certain direction, you can easily get lost in it.

Indistinguishable, southeast and northwest.

The two of them went all the way, and saw many people fighting for the treasures and fighting each other.

In response, Luo Wushu just swept away in a hurry, and then moved forward.

General chances are not very useful to it, at best it is just icing on the cake.

And his purpose is also very clear.

He wants to go to the core of the mausoleum.

Others may not feel it, but they know that there are formations hidden in this tomb.

However, this formation hasn't started yet.

And what he wanted to do was to control this formation and dominate everything in the tomb.

Furthermore, solve the thorns in the group of Jiutiangong.

Soon, Luo Wushu saw the figure of Jiutian Palace, Beixuanzong and many other forces.

The mighty crowd stopped there, seemingly unable to move forward.

In front of everyone, it was a towering palace, and in front of the palace, there was a long staircase.

On the stairs, there is a figure standing like a guard.

An extremely violent evil spirit swept out of them.

Obviously, those figures are not human beings, but spirit beasts transformed.

A deep roar came from their mouths, those fierce eyes, with endless coldness, staring at the people who arrived.

However, they did not do anything.

The two sides, seemingly at this moment, are in a stalemate.

"Let them in!" Inside the palace, a faint voice suddenly came out.

Afterwards, the gate of the palace opened automatically.

At this moment, everyone's spirits were instantly tense, and their expressions were solemn.

Who is in the palace?

At this time, everyone only felt a pair of pupils, staring at them, everywhere.

The invisible pressure envelops it, making people dare not breathe.

"Go in?"

"Will it be dangerous inside?"

"How do you feel, like a Hongmen Banquet?"

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The whispering voice kept coming.

Some people who are familiar with each other looked at each other and communicated in twos and threes.

Xiao Dai'er was also looking at Luo Wushu at this moment, only to see him whispered: "Be low-key!"

With Wei Yuan and Xu Hong, who are strong in the older generation, there are many things that are not his turn at all.

In that case, it is natural to wait and see.

"Brother Xu, don't you dare to go in?" Wei Yuan said lightly, looking at Xu Hong.

"Brother Wei hasn't left yet, how am I embarrassed to leave you behind and go in alone!" Xu Hong responded with a smile.

"When Xu Hong became so polite, I was really flattered!"

Wei Yuan said calmly: "However, if you say that, then I won't be polite to you."

Wei Yuan looked at the person beside him, "Wen Ye, you go first!"

No one knows what kind of scene in the palace is waiting for them.

However, no one wants to enter it.

Everyone at this moment is extremely entangled.

The person named Wen Ye's face changed slightly, but he didn't dare to have the slightest will to disobey Wei Yuan.

His figure was the first to walk up the stairs.

As he moved forward, someone began to step up the stairs one after another.

Luo Wushu also mingled in the crowd and stepped onto the stairs inconspicuously.

Perhaps because of the previous short-sighted behavior, many people's attention to it has decreased a lot.

In addition, at this moment, everyone's attention is in the palace, how can they pay attention to Luo Wushu's unimportant role.

Even in the palace, it is the opportunity left by the owner of the tomb, and Luo Wushu is not the most powerful contender.

Nine Heavens Palace, Bei Xuanzong, is the biggest threat.

Soon, everyone walked to the end of the ladder, stepped into the gate of the palace, and entered it.

Looking at the scene in the palace, the hearts of many people trembled violently.

On the ground of the palace, there is a huge pattern.

That pattern continued to extend out, like a huge formation, without boundaries.

Above the palace, there is a brilliant starry sky.

Everyone raised their heads, and above the sky, there were stars hanging down, converging on the pattern.

The falling starlight is like chains, converging at one point, suppressing on the pattern.

And at the intersection is the center of the pattern, with a purple-clothed middle-aged figure standing there quietly.

His demeanor looked quite refined, with a faint smile on his face, and a bit of evil in his eyes.

And in the midair behind the middle-aged figure in purple clothes, a sword was suspended.

In the sword, an extreme evil spirit swept out.

"Moke Sword!" Many people trembled violently as they looked at the sword floating behind the middle-aged Ziyi.

The Moke Sword is a Ninth-Rank Saint Weapon, the highest sacred weapon!

"Welcome everyone!" The middle-aged in purple shrugged faintly, and saw the chains of starlight flowing around him, moving with his figure.

At this moment, everyone faintly felt that this figure was trapped here by the chain.

"Are you Jian Wushuang?" Someone trembled, apparently knowing a lot about the past history.

The purple-clothed youth shook his head, "How dare I pretend, what about my great master?"

When talking about the great master, the cold voice seemed to come from Jiuyou Purgatory.

Everyone's heart tightened, and at this moment, they all felt an extremely violent breath.

"Could it be... you are Jian Wushuang's mount... the Ice Armor Horned Devil Dragon?"

That voice sounded again, but it was faint and trembling more severely.

It seemed that the fear of the Ice Armor Horned Devil Dragon was far better than his master Jian Wushuang.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect that after countless years, someone would remember me as a brute?"

The middle-aged Ziyi looked up and laughed at himself.

At this moment, a shocking breath erupted from his body, and an extremely terrifying figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes.