"Haha, good boy, even the old man was worried about you just now, I didn't expect you to pass this thunderstorm so easily!" the old man laughed.

Chen Mo glanced 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 the void, and the aura of the thunder array suddenly erupted in full force, and the thunder crackled and poured down, with a terrifying sound.

The group of warriors hurriedly retreated in fright, looking at Chen Mo in confusion, not knowing why this happened.

After a while, the thunder slowly weakened until it was gone.

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

"That's good?" the warriors were a little incredulous.

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

When passing by the location where the original magic circle was, no thunder fell, and the old man passed safely.

"It's really gone!" the warriors were overjoyed.

Xia Qing's beautiful face had a complicated expression, and there was shock, doubt, and more annoyance in her eyes when she looked at Chen Mo.

"This kid is hidden deeply!"

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

"Yes!"

The two stepped directly into the palace.

In the middle of the palace, it was empty, eight huge stone pillars stood in the main hall, two rows of rosewood Taishi chairs were placed side by side, which were covered with dust, and there was an oversized Taishi chair inlaid with a piece of crystal clear jade.

That's all there is to the main hall.

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

In the rear, the warriors who followed up also showed depressed expressions when they saw the scene in front of them.

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

Even the old men were disappointed.

There was no way out, and this was the last place of the Void Mountain.

It's no wonder that everyone is lost, and no one can imagine that after all the hard work, nine deaths, and in the end they will see this empty hall.

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

Chen Mo's gaze began to scan the main hall, he could feel that there were powerful spiritual power fluctuations hidden here, and 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 main hall suddenly closed strangely automatically, and the entire hall suddenly fell into darkness.

"What's the matter? Who closed the door?" exclaimed a warrior.

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

"En!" Nie Xiaoqian nodded obediently, in the dark, no one saw her face blushing like a ripe apple.

An old voice sounded in the empty hall, desolate and indignant, with deep unwillingness.

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

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

"Who's talking!" exclaimed a warrior.

A gust of wind roared strangely through the main hall, and everyone saw a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar in white silently appeared on the Taishi chair inlaid with huge jade in the main hall.

Darkness was nothing to the martial artists, and everyone discovered the existence of this white-clothed scholar.

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

The white-clothed scholar looked like he was just a middle-aged man, but his voice was unusually old: "I am the master here!"

The old man's voice echoed in the empty hall with a bit of sadness, making people feel creepy.

"You are from Cangsong Dao!" the old man beside Chen Mo exclaimed.

"That's right, you actually know me!" said the white-clothed scholar with some surprise.

The old man shouted in horror: "How is it possible! Cangsong Dao Man is a figure from a thousand years ago, even if his cultivation breaks through the Divine Realm, it is impossible for him to survive for a thousand years. Who the hell are you?"

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

"How can you prove it?" Cangsong Daoist is a figure from a thousand years ago, and those who knew him have long since died, and I also saw it from the classics, how can you prove it?" the old man asked suspiciously.

The white-clothed scholar laughed and said, "What's so difficult about this? Since you've heard my name, you should know what kind of place this is, right?"

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

The white-clothed scholar smiled: "Isn't that enough, if I can control the Cangyun Palace, isn't it the best proof?"

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

"Look at it!" As soon as the white-clothed scholar raised his hand, the stone door of the main hall, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

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

The old man's face was frightened, and he said, "You are really from Cangsong Dao!"

"It's like a fake!" said the scholar in white with a calm smile.

All the warriors were shocked, and a person from a thousand years ago suddenly appeared in front of him, and 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 faint disdain on his face, and said in a flat voice: "Just a divine thought, and dare to call the deity, I don't know whether to live or die!"

"Divine thoughts?" the old man and the other martial artists looked puzzled, not understanding what Chen Mo meant.

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

Chen Mo sneered: "Strictly speaking, you are not even a divine thought, you are just the resentment of Cangsong Dao people." I'd love to know what happened to you in your life that left you with such a heavy grudge!"

This time, Cangsong Daoist could no longer maintain calm, stood up suddenly, looked at Chen Mo and roared loudly: "Boy, I said, I am Cangsong, Cangsong is me, I am not a grudge!"

"Yes and no, you know it in your own heart. Chen Mo said lightly.

"I'm going to kill you!" Cangsong Daoren was annoyed and angry, and pounced on Chen Mo suddenly.

"Get out!" Chen Mo snorted coldly and punched out.

Bang!

Cangsong Daoren was punched away by Chen Mo.

"Boy, you are not a martial artist, you are an ancient descendant!" Cangsong Daoren looked at Chen Mo with a shocked face and exclaimed.

Ancient descendants?

Everyone looked at Chen Mo's eyes, full of doubts.

At this moment, Chen Mo was even more convinced of his judgment, in that distant era, there must have been a very prosperous immortal cultivation civilization on the earth.

The resentment of the Cangsong Dao people is the same as the evil spirit of An Defeated Heaven, and they all regard themselves as the descendants of ancient immortal cultivators.

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