Han Zhonglin looked around, and in addition to a pool of blue pools and an altar in the circular space, there was only one spiraling staircase.

After a little silence, Han Zhonglin decided to find out where he was before making plans.

Climbing up the stairs, I felt that I was in a dark and bottomless pit, and the silence was very quiet.

Half an hour later, Han Zhonglin rose all the way to the round platform, and found that the other side of the round platform was connected to a black giant pillar, and the black giant pillars stood in the darkness, which was terrifying.

Han Zhonglin's eyes showed suspicion, and he took out a top-grade spirit stone from the storage bag and shot out.

But I saw that the spirit stone suddenly disappeared after ten zhang of grazing, as if the stone sank into the sea.

"Maze!" Han Zhonglin was slightly surprised.

For the formation, Han Zhonglin has always been a little confident, but the formation in front of him made Han Zhonglin clueless, and popping out the spirit stone was just a cautious move.

Han Zhonglin secretly said in his heart: "Such a powerful maze, the black giant pillars look extremely real, and there are actually hidden mysteries inside!

Looking up at the dark void, a thought flashed through Han Zhonglin's mind.

"Could it be that this is already in the Demon Temple?"

Recalling that he followed the undercurrent in the waterway, entered a closed space, and was then sucked into Bitan by a strange force, Han Zhonglin was even more convinced of Fang Cai's judgment.

Han Zhonglin returned to the underground circular space from the round platform, came to the old altar and took a closer look, and soon found the clue.

The altar has been corroded by time, but you can still see the intricate patterns carved on the altar.

"It turns out that the altar itself is a magic circle, and it seems to be a teleportation array!"

Han Zhonglin glanced at Bitan not far away, and couldn't help but think of a way to get out.

The hot magic liquid in Bitan can open thousands of pores around the body, and the pain of bone erosion makes Han Zhonglin linger, and Han Zhonglin immediately shook his head.

His gaze fell back to the altar, and Han Zhonglin chose to try to open the altar's magic circle.

Two gray rays poured out of his palms, and in an instant, they turned into two and entered the altar.

After dozens of breaths, Han Zhonglin saw that the altar was silent, so he stopped the output of Yuan Force.

"Maybe the altar circle has a special method of opening, or it needs to input a large amount of Yuan power, and it is not feasible for one person!"

Han Zhonglin sighed secretly, so he had to put his mind back on Bitan, walked back to the edge of Bitan, looked at the magic liquid in Bitan, and said in his heart:

"The magic liquid in this magic pool is several times stronger than the outer waterway, and the danger in it is unknown!"

Stretching out his palm and slowly probing into the magic pool, a boiling heat hit first, and then the familiar pain came to his mind.

Han Zhonglin's face couldn't help but distort, only to feel that there were worms on the palm of his hand burrowing into the tiny blood veins, and the pain of eroding the marrow was worse than the eroding of bones.

Holding on for half an hour in one breath, Han Zhonglin withdrew his red palm, and suddenly cast the vajra body, and saw that the black crystal dots on the dark golden palm were densely packed, and there was a tendency to connect together.

"The demon physique has always been strong, since there is a special power in Bitan, it is not difficult to explain that the demon liquid has a strong body forging effect. If there is an exit from the Demon Temple in Bitan, you must go deep into the bottom of Bitan again to investigate! If the Hegemony Technique is improved, the danger of going deep into the Demon Pool will be greatly reduced, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Han Zhonglin finally made a choice-Motan Forging Body.

In addition to the clothes around him, Han Zhonglin jumped into the magic pool, and after a few breaths, he felt that thousands of insects arched into the pores of his body, and the incomparable pain entered the sea of knowledge.

Fortunately, he had been prepared for a long time, Han Zhonglin maintained his spiritual sense and clarity, and Lei Yuanli in the dantian ran through the large and small meridians of his body.

Han Zhonglin could clearly perceive that the "insects" that seeped into his blood encountered Lei Yuanli, and he was quickly subdued, and then the pain was sharply reduced. Han Zhonglin quickly adapted to the pain around him and immersed himself in it.

In the pool of blue magic, a body slowly floated in the magic liquid, and if other monks saw it, they would definitely be surprised that every bit of blue color in the magic liquid was frantically converging towards the body.

Time passed slowly, and at some point, the surface of Han Zhonglin's body was already wrapped with a layer of turquoise crystals, like fetal membranes, and a terrifying murderous creature was conceived in it.

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The sky is clear and clear, and nine stars hang in the distance, emitting a soft white light that illuminates the whole world.

Three figures galloped through the blue sky, falling towards a black palace below.

The black palace floated in the vast void, as if an invisible force held it up.

The three figures landed in the open area outside the black palace, and the white-clothed monk looked at the black palace and said, "Another unknown temple!"

The white-clothed monk was none other than Feng Jiuyan, who had entered the Wuleng Realm, while the other two figures were Shang Ke and Liu Fangwu.

"Brother Feng, in the three days since we entered the Wuleng Realm, we have discovered no less than ten black temples, what secrets are hidden in these temples?" Liu Fangwu couldn't help but ask, his eyes looking at the temple were already a little impatient.

Feng Jiuyan smiled slightly, and asked instead of answering: "Brother Shang, what you have seen and felt all the way since entering the Wuleng Realm, what do you think is the real reason for the decline of the demon clan now?"

Shang Ke was stunned for a moment, and then pondered: "The Wuleng Realm is a place of detachment for demon monks, but Shang feels that this kind of place should not exist. A small world like the Divine Wind Secret Realm is not yet accommodated by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and this Boundless Realm will not be tolerated by the Heavenly Dao!"

"Brother Shang's vision is really unique! Although the Demon Palace is called the Demon Palace, it really refers to several small worlds! The Demon Race began to create the Wuleng Realm in the most prosperous Middle Ages, and it was only after the continuous improvement of the Demon Kings that it finally took shape as we see it!" Feng Jiu's eyes showed appreciation.

"In the late Middle Ages, the powerful demon clan suddenly showed its decadent appearance, which was actually caused by the Wuleng Realm. It is rumored that the Demon King and hundreds of demon generals have lived in the Wuleng Realm for a long time, and a catastrophe descended from the heavens, causing the top power of the Demon Race to become weak, and the Demon Race has since died, and the Wuleng Realm has also been called the forbidden land of the Demon Race!"

After hearing this, Liu Fangwu showed a look of shock: "According to what Brother Feng said, the Wuleng Realm and the Ten Thousand Demon Realm are both small worlds, isn't it that the 'Demon Palace' itself is a supreme artifact, connecting several small worlds?"

"That's right! The demon race in the Middle Ages was unimaginably powerful, and even today's human and demon races are much inferior! The reason why the demon race has declined is because they have gone astray!" Feng Jiu sighed in his tone.

Shang Ke said solemnly: "The Heavenly Master Sect has inherited an ancient heavenly book, and there are countless heavenly opportunities, so does the legendary 'Divine Realm' really exist?"

As soon as Shang Ke's words fell, Liu Fangwu's concerned gaze instantly fell on Feng Jiuyan's face.

"The road ahead, as long as you don't go astray, the road is not out of reach!"