This hall is very large and empty, giving Wuhuan the feeling that it is gold and jade, and there is nothing empty inside, except for the murals or murals, and these murals that can be called artistic masterpieces may not be as useful as a spirit crystal in the eyes of a group of cultivators. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The murals are very monotonous, and the scenes are almost all the kind of songs and virtues, all of which are pictures of the feather clan sweeping all directions and subduing countless races, and the feather clan is always one by one, and other alien races can only prostrate at their feet, if you let the proud races of the dragon clan see it......

Well, in the place where the main hall is not deep, a large area of murals was shattered by the bombing, and someone really couldn't help but take action, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground to reveal the blank stone wall behind it.

From the gate to the end of the wall, the portrait of the ancestor of the Yu clan is painted all over the wall, and on both sides there are two stairs that go up, and the murals along the way are broken to pieces.

Xuan Xin couldn't help but be a little anxious, so many people came in front of them and now they are already slow, but Wu Huan is still moving forward unhurriedly, this base is forbidden and can't even jump more than ten zhang, only step by step.

"Don't worry, they can't run this way out!" Wuhuan took the time to look at the mural.

The sculpture of the ancestor of the Yu clan Wu Huan has seen it more than once, although it is only a mural, but the vast pressure can still be transmitted through the stone wall, Wu Huan has resisted this pressure, and his will is on par with the other party in terms of quality, but the sea is inferior in quantity, fortunately this is just a mural.

"The mural from the high-level feather clan, with its own will, although it has been very faint after the passage of time, but it can't be sensed at all if it has not reached a certain realm!" The voice of the illusory world rang in Wu Huan's ears.

"You keep saying that he is a high-level feather clan, what does this high-level mean?" Wu Huan said curiously.

"The realm of domination is not the end, on the contrary, it can be said to be the starting point of a new realm, since it is a realm that is naturally distinguished, and the high level is only one of the stages, these are still far away from you, not to mention for the time being, how do you feel about this painting?" asked Phantom Shiyuan.

"I feel very strange about this base, except for the bases at the bottom of the ranking, I haven't been to the ones in the middle, there are natural treasures, secret techniques, and even weapons and armor for goods, materials and equipment, only this base gives people a feeling that it doesn't look like a base!" Wu Huan said while looking at the mural and feeling the will.

"It's really strange, the quiet feels like a mausoleum!" Xuan Xin agreed.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" asked Wuhuan after a moment's pause.

"It feels so quiet here, like a mausoleum!" Xuan Xin wondered.

"That's right, the mausoleum, this is not a base, this is the ancestral hall of the Divine Court, the Heroic Tomb of the Heroes, it is the mausoleum dedicated to the ancestors of the past dynasties, those murals are not self-proclaimed by the Yu clan, but the murals that record the great achievements of the ancestors of the past dynasties, there is something wrong with this operation!"

Soon, several figures appeared around the corner in the distance, these people Wuhuan had seen the same people who came in before, Yun Potian, Heavenly Dragon Emperor, Heavenly Soul Emperor, etc., at this time they were fleeing as if something was chasing them behind them, and from time to time they turned around and hit them with a fierce blow.

"Let's go!" Wu Huan withdrew without saying a word, pulling up Xuanxin, and rushed out of the main hall in the blink of an eye, and at this time, some cultivators defeated the phantom and appeared on the square.

Just when everyone was wondering why Wuhuan ran out, the roar of the Dao came from inside the main hall, and one after another figures rushed out, and behind them was a continuous huge explosion, and in the huge explosion, they saw several black figures.

"What the hell is going on?" the person who had just arrived did not understand the situation and asked those who had fled, and the person who was asked had a black face, which was extremely aggrieved, and ran back to the square without saying a word.

There were no more and no less heaven-level emperors, and those who went in came out, and at this time, everyone found that these emperors who ran back were quite embarrassed, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were disgraced.

"See for yourself!" said someone who was annoyed by the question, and at this time, the huge explosion dispersed, revealing a scene that made the emperors depressed.

Wu Huan's guess is right, this base is actually not a base, it is the Valhalla of the Yu Clan, and it is the burial place of the god-level powerhouses of the past dynasties after their falls, and unfortunately, most of the purple-level spirit soldiers that everyone expects are their burial objects.

Everyone was excited when they found these burial goods, and even fought in order to snatch them, but as a result, these existences who had been dead for tens of millions of years woke up and drove everyone out like dogs with the purple-level spirit soldiers that everyone longed for.

The existence that appeared in front of everyone's eyes is really not much, the armor that has gone through the years of decay has been completely dissipated, and it is sparse and hanging on their owners, even after the changes of the years, the former gods of these Yu clans are still intact as if they were living beings, but their skin is iron gray, and they are lifeless, maybe others can't see it, but Wuhuan sees that these dead Yu clans have countless silk threads on their bodies and have not entered the hall, these Yu clans are not so much dead corpses as puppets of ** control.

There are only seven dead corpses standing in front of everyone, there are six pairs of wings behind men and women, Wu Huan naturally knows that the divine court from the appearance to the destruction of the power of Tongtian cannot be only seven people, because they are twelve wings, it is the realm of the peak of the Yu Clan's Tongtian Realm, only the existence of this realm will have its own artifact body is almost immortal, even at that time the artifact was extremely rare, it is interesting to think about, there are materials but no technology in the mythological period, and now there is technology and lack of materials.

These people were naturally dead, but for unknown reasons, they ran out again, the purpose was nothing other than to kill the rats who dared to disturb their long sleep, and almost instantly, seven figures teleported into the crowd, killing people when they saw them.

The corpses have no wisdom, but the threads on their bodies provide them with a steady stream of strength, or at this time, they are being led by the spirit soldiers in their hands to fight, and the spirit soldiers have the spirit to implement the master's last will to kill all the enemies who come to attack, and the sword and sword shadow and spear dance in the sky, and the seven purple-level spirit soldiers are these three styles, but they show all kinds of characteristics of light, water, fire, wind and thunder, and suddenly the eyes of countless emperors are full of essence.

"Kill!" Without the power of the heavens, it is just the drive of the spirit soldiers, no matter how strong it is, it is a dead thing, I don't know who shouted, it can be said that countless emperors spontaneously divided the corpses of the seven feather clans, and snatched their favorite spirit soldiers according to their respective attributes.

Wu Huan did not go to the siege but continued to walk towards the main hall with Xuan Xin, these silk threads originated from one place and were composed of a law, based on the law of death, various laws of various systems were connected in series, if it was a puppet master, Wu Huan would not be surprised, but this was more likely to be a rare soul soldier, manipulating the seven dead corpses of the Yu clan.

Just as Wu Huan walked on that avenue, the two nearest corpses suddenly exerted their strength, and the power of the spirit soldiers that erupted flew away and a group of cultivators slashed with flame blades and sharp sword blades, which were all edges formed by the condensation of the law.

"What drives purple-level spirit soldiers can only be the power of the law, and the one that can carry the law is only the purple-level spirit soldier, even if the ordinary blue-level spirit soldier is close to the purple level, it can only be used a few times and has its limit, and the Tongtian Realm equipped with the purple-level spirit soldier is the strongest existence, and the storage far exceeds the limit of the power of its own law and releases it at one time, which is very similar to the true element in the enchantment realm of the first realm!" The spear and sword were close to Wu Huan's thinking at this time, but his thoughts jumped a little far, and the two palms at random were like chasing flies, and the power of the law gathered on the two spirit soldiers collapsed, and the two dead corpses were directly slapped away by Wu Huan, without the blessing of the will, no matter how much the power of the law is, it is just a bunch of meaningless aggregates, not much stronger than tofu.

Xuan Xin has always known that Wu Huan is very strong, but seeing countless heaven-level emperors being blasted away by these two ancient corpses of the God Clan, and the two ancient corpses being slapped away by Wu Huan casually, the gap between the two is big.

The corners of the mouths of countless emperors twitched, do you want to hit people so hard, but the reality is how helpless, Wuhuan is no longer in the same realm as them.

"Wu Huan, this way!" A shout came from a distance, and I saw Rhine jumping up and down to dodge the golden spear of an ancient corpse, and Rhine obviously meant to help.

"Damn!" Wu Huan rolled his eyes and pointed out, and a finger broke through the air and hit the spear in the ancient corpse's hand, and suddenly the ancient corpse was carried up by a force.

"Thank you!" the Rhein monster screamed and threw a punch, which directly enveloped the ancient corpse.

Wu Huan did not delay and continued to advance, rushed through the main hall and came to the mural again, the portrait of the ancestor shrouded in brilliance was still like a god, and the mysterious heart with a keen soul had an illusion, the portrait in front of him was alive, and a cold gaze was looking at him.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the source of all this!" Wu Huan looked at the portrait and muttered to himself, suddenly Xuan Xin felt a terrifying will that was vast and infinitely overwhelming the entire heaven and earth awakened, and her consciousness was turbulent and her head was splitting when she was impacted by a will, if it weren't for Wuhuan blocking Xuan Xin, at this time, her consciousness would have collapsed and her consciousness dissipated into an unconscious body.

"Hurt people in front of me, do you think it's the body coming!" Wu Huan let out a low cry of his own will, and raised his hand to slam a fist on the mural, the light was dazzling, and layers of ripples rippled.

It's very hard, this is the feeling that Wu Huan came from his fist, to put it mildly, even if a blue-level spirit soldier was hit by Wu Huan's punch, it would leave a few traces, if it wasn't for the touch of feeling a few cracks, Wu Huan would have an urge to tear down the wall, what kind of concept is this to hit the wall hard!

More and more cracks spread in all directions like spider webs, but the light under Wu Huan's fist still shone, swimming in all directions along the cracks, and gradually the entire passage and even the entire hall were cracked, and there was a faint light in the cracks.

"Mole ant, you dare to hurt me!" It was not just a voice, it was just a thought, and in the blink of an eye, it spread throughout the entire base and into the ears of countless emperors in the square......