At this moment, Zhang Tianjiu didn't care about hiding his strength anymore, and directly dispersed his huge divine consciousness and began to look for a way out.

This place is too weird, if you keep a low profile, I'm afraid you really won't even be able to save your life.

The divine consciousness comparable to the Great Venerable emanated out, and in an instant, it enveloped a range of thousands of miles.

Zhang Tianjiu soon saw that in the fog in the north, there was a huge stone tablet standing tall, and there seemed to be a few bright red characters engraved on it.

However, obscured by that strange fog, his divine sense could not fully see through what was written on it.

Zhang Tianjiu's heart moved, his divine sense turned around, and sure enough, in the east, south, and west corners, three engraved stone tablets were also found.

After a little hesitation, Zhang Jiuye took out a galaxy coin from the storage bracelet, closed his eyes and threw it up casually.

Finally, he chose the direction in which the coin fell, and spun out and galloped away.

He vaguely felt that the existence of these stone tablets must be related to the Heavenly Oracle Trial, and maybe he could find the exit.

In the process of running wildly all the way, Zhang Tianjiu did not forget to pay attention to the situation around him.

But apart from the gray mist everywhere and those countless walking corpses, there was no breath of living people, and he even began to wonder if the more than 1,000 Heavenly Spirit Sect disciples who had been sent in with him before had been drained of life and become one of these shackled puppets.

But why did the Heavenly Spirit Sect do this?

What good is it to send your own disciples in and send them to death in vain.

More than a thousand monks in the mage realm are enough to support a small sect in other places, so the Heavenly Spirit Sect is not painful at all.

What's more, according to what Li Yifeng said, every fifty years, this Heavenly Oracle Trial will be conducted, and if it is calculated in this way, the disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect who died inside would have seventy or eighty thousand, if not 100,000.

Even a Blue Pluto Overlord like the Heavenly Spirit Sect shouldn't be able to afford such a loss.

The more Zhang Tianjiu thought about it, the more he felt unreasonable.

At present, only by rushing to the stele as soon as possible can it be possible to solve these doubts.

After traveling for more than half an hour, the stele in front of him was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Tianjiu could finally barely see that on the ground below the stele, there was a black entrance that led to nowhere, like a wild beast with a big mouth, waiting for others to throw themselves into the net.

As for the words on the stele, it was still impossible to read clearly, obviously it was deliberately covered by some kind of clever spell.

Zhang Tianjiu was suddenly surprised to find that as he got closer to the stone stele, the speed of his body's vitality loss seemed to be slowly weakening.

This stele really has a doorway!

Zhang Tianjiu's spirits lifted and he immediately quickened his pace.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to find an exit, but at least I'll be able to save my life first.

At this time, those shackled puppets who were close to the stone tablet were still walking aimlessly on the ground a moment ago, and suddenly they all let out a hoarse roar, and they all gathered around, waving the iron chain in their hands, as if to prevent Zhang Tianjiu from approaching the stone tablet.

Although these people have lost their souls, their cultivation has not weakened at all, and under the simultaneous attack of dozens of people, their power is also quite terrifying.

The black iron chain shattered the air and let out a terrible scream, forming a large web like a spider's web, enveloping Zhang Tianjiu's head.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Tianjiu took a long breath, the spiritual power of his whole body flowed wildly, and he slammed out a punch without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Before the fist arrived, the terrifying wave of qi had already shattered the bodies of the puppets who rushed to the front on the spot.

The huge shock wave, like a raging wave, was like a bamboo, and at least half of the mage puppets were wiped out under this punch.

This is the first time since stepping into the world of cultivation that Zhang Tianjiu has made an unreserved move.

Compared to more than a month ago in the Black Tiger Gate martial arts arena, the punch that killed Baili Xuan was many times stronger.

But even so, the remaining dozen or so mage puppets had no intention of retreating, and once again launched a formation to kill.

These people are no longer true monks, they are completely soulless living dead, who do not know fear and do not get tired.

Zhang Tianjiu snorted coldly, and his body shook as well, and he took the initiative to meet him.

At this moment, he was even more sure in his heart that the entrance under the stone tablet in front of him was most likely the exit of the dead land, otherwise this group of puppets would not have guarded this place and would not let him approach.

But for now, he has to do it quickly, and the longer he delays, the worse it will be.

According to speculation, there are tens of thousands of such puppets roaming around in this space, and if the purpose of their existence is to prevent people from approaching the stone monument, then after beating the group in front of them, it is estimated that the other group will immediately hear the noise, and then they will really fall into the vast sea of people's war.

The dozen or so puppets who are besieging them now are obviously higher in cultivation than the previous ones, and they are basically at the level of high-level mages, especially one of the middle-aged men with a long beard with a withered face, the shackles in their hands are dancing vigorously, judging from the fluctuation of spiritual power, they should have been infinitely close to the realm of the archmage, and they are just one step away.

Such a disciple should also be the backbone of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, but now he has also become a puppet in this space.

It's just that behind the scenes, who is controlling everything?

Zhang Tianjiu frowned, his eyes full of murderous intent.

His legs were infused with strength, his body seemed to teleport, and he stepped directly in front of this person in one step, and punched down with an expressionless face.

"Click!"

Stumps fly.

An unequal unilateral slaughter unfolds in this strange space.

At the same time, the black entrance under the stele went deep into the ground, and a white dry skeleton lying in a purple copper coffin actually made a faint sound.

"There's one more this time, it's good, come in quickly, the ancestor is waiting for you, it's been three thousand years, and I'm finally looking forward to a living body that is so full of life......"

Half an hour later.

Zhang Tianjiu stood on top of the mountain of puppet corpses, holding his hands on his waist and panting heavily.

Sure enough, as he expected, this group of living dead people is more difficult than kraft candy, and if one batch is killed, another batch will be made up immediately, and so far, there are three or four hundred puppets of the Heavenly Spirit Sect who have died under his hands.

Fortunately, the monks who entered this place didn't know why the realm was limited to the archmage, otherwise he would really want to cry without tears if he was faced with a group of venerable puppets.

In the distance, there was another roar, accompanied by the sound of chains sliding on the ground.

Zhang Tianjiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, jumped away from the pile of corpses without hesitation, and shot directly into the black entrance under the stone stele.

Although it may seem rash and risky to do so, it is already the best option right now.

It's better than being entangled by thousands of mage puppets and finally dying of exhaustion.

As soon as he stepped into the black entrance, Zhang Tianjiu felt that the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, as if he had come to another completely different space in an instant.

The originally dark passage disappeared, and in front of him was a towering peak, and a majestic old man with snow-white hair, dressed in a black robe, was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the mountain.

"You're finally here. ”

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and an invisible coercion came out of his body, filling the entire space, as if he was the greatest master of this world.

Zhang Tianjiu's eyes flashed, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.

This old man gives people a very peculiar feeling, obviously sitting in front of him, but it seems to be just an illusory image, which is unpredictable.

The old man seemed to see the doubts in Zhang Tianjiu's heart, and said lightly: "You guessed right, what you saw was just a projection of the old man's divine sense, and my true body had already fallen three thousand years ago." ”

Zhang Tianjiu frowned: "Senior, what kind of place is this?"

The old man smiled: "I know you have a lot of questions, but the old man's time is running out, let's finish the most important things first, and then you will naturally get the answers you want." ”

"We?"

The old man nodded slightly: "That's right, it's us, the old man has been waiting here for almost three thousand miles, I thought that I couldn't wait any longer before the soul completely dissipated, but I didn't expect to finally wait for you, the first junior to step into this space, what is your name?"

Zhang Tianjiu's eyes flashed slightly: "Junior, Lu Yuan, I don't know what the seniors are called?"

"Lu Yuan, listen well, the old man is the second generation ancestor of the Tianluo Sect, Wei Wuya, there is a great opportunity to give you today, are you willing to accept it?"

Zhang Tianjiu trembled and raised his head suddenly.

The second generation ancestor of the Heavenly Spirit Sect!

This is a real old monster, a peak powerhouse at the Great Sage level, but I didn't expect it to fall, and the divine soul will still appear here.

Zhang Tianjiu's shocked performance, the old man seemed to be very satisfied, and looked at him calmly and said: "Come, you come closer, the old man has not much time left, for the sake of the inheritance of my Tianluo Sect, I will now pass on all my life's cultivation to you." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Tianjiu immediately trembled with excitement, and stood in place, his eyes full of ecstasy, as if he couldn't believe that he could encounter such a great opportunity.

This is the inheritance of a great sage, even if the physical body has fallen and only a great sage of the divine soul remains, it is by no means an existence that ordinary Venerables can match.

Being able to obtain the inheritance of a powerhouse of this level is an opportunity that many monks dream of, and it can be said that it is a direct step to the sky.

It's just that in ecstasy, Zhang Tianjiu didn't seem to hear the old man let him go over at all, and stood there with all his strength and smirked, and even left a half-laha at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the old man Gujing Wubo's eyes seemed to faintly flash a hint of impatience and cruelty, but it quickly flashed, and he said lightly again: "Lu Yuan, you come closer, the old man will pass on the gong to you now." ”