Finally came to the gate of the palace, and everything inside was still unknown. However, from the outside, the carved beams and paintings are splendid, and it really does not look like the costume of a monk. But from Xuan Bai's words, it can't be denied that this is not Changchunzi's dojo.

Everyone looked back at the courtyard, and everything was calm again. Then he pushed open the palace door and headed inside.

As the palace gate opened, a fresh fragrance came to the face, making people fascinated. Wu Zhong stood at the door and looked around, and the first thing he saw was the eight giant coiling dragon pillars supporting the entire hall. The stone pillars are painted with gold and color, and the dragon is lifelike, as if it is about to take off. On either side are some simple decorations, including some dull weapons. From its surface, you can see a trace of the original exquisite appearance, but everything has been covered up by the long river of history, and the divinity has disappeared.

In the innermost part of the main hall, there are Taoist Sanqing, and the three statues of gods stand majestically, looking down on thousands of people, making people daunting.

Jin Long and Chongming were the first to step into the hall, and their footsteps slapped the black floor tiles, which kept echoing in the empty hall.

Suddenly, the ever-bright lights on both sides lit up on their own, emitting a faint glow, which shocked everyone's hearts.

Wu Zhong and Xuan Bai followed last, and when the two stepped into the hall, the door was still the same as before, and it closed automatically. And at this moment, everyone immediately raised their vigilance and stayed where they were, beware of what happened before.

Perhaps there was no danger here, and there was no movement after a quarter of an hour. Only then did everyone slowly relax and observe their surroundings.

The ancient atmosphere, the carvings of time, and the exquisite murals all show the antiquity of this hall.

Everyone walked slowly, looked around, and when they saw the lifelike coiling dragon pillar at close range, as well as the map of the immortals traveling to the east of the temple fair on the wall, they were all amazed.

Wu Zhong and Xuan Bai stood in front of the mural, looking at the huge painting in front of them, and their hearts were amazed. Although it is only painted on the wall, its powerful aura is still intimidating, and the aura of the immortals is even more ashamed of everyone, and even standing closer is worried that the mortal aura on his body will pollute the purity of the immortals.

Chongming, who was walking with everyone, walked in front of the weapons on both sides, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on him. This weapon is different from what they have in their hands, it must be left behind by the original owner of this immortal hall, and it may even be that Changchunzi himself put it here. As soon as they entered, everyone had already paid attention to these weapons, but after two life-and-death battles, everyone was unwilling to put down their faces and snatch them. And Chongming took the lead, which naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Chongming's thoughts are different from others, liking is liking, and hating is hating. Everyone is naturally here for the treasures here, if you are a gentleman at this time, then it is okay not to come. Of course, if the weapons here can really be used, he will not take them alone.

Chongming walked around these weapons, in addition to swords, guns, swords, halberds, and some rare magic weapons, such as a golden pot, which looked brilliant and extraordinary.

Chongming gently picked up the golden pot, but the moment his fingers touched the golden pot, the golden pot suddenly collapsed and turned into powder and scattered all over the ground. Seeing this, Chongming sighed in his heart, and when he entered the main hall, he felt the loss of the divinity of these weapons. After entering the hall, how can you not be thrilled to see these exquisite magic weapons? But unfortunately, these once majestic magic weapons have really become sand and gravel in the long river of history, dissipating between heaven and earth.

As the golden pot dissipated, as if some mechanism had been triggered, the many magic weapons turned into dust and disappeared. When everyone saw this, they had to sigh and regret in their hearts.

And just when everyone sighed, no one noticed that the only trace of divinity left in the magic weapon was slowly converging at the bottom of the eight stone pillars along the ground, and the eyes of the giant dragon gradually appeared a trace of agility, becoming more and more real.

Chongming sighed and said, "It seems that our trip was in vain, and there was nothing. After saying that, he shook his head, thinking of the death of his partner next to him, and felt worthless.

Jin Long and the others also felt a little regretful in their hearts, they knew that this would be the case, they would definitely not come, they couldn't help wasting time, and they also lost a few lives in vain. But how can there be such a thing as "early knowing" in the world?

Although Wu Zhong regretted the dissipation of the magic weapon, he was still observing the huge mural in front of him, because he felt that this mural was by no means simple, and Jiuyao's aura was faintly emanating from this mural, which made him doubt in his heart.

After entering the main hall this time, Teng Chongxue was obedient and did not move around, but followed closely behind Jin Long, not leaving an inch, which made Jin Long's heart a little irritable. However, thinking that it was because of Tengchong's inadvertent intention that the formation was triggered just now, and it was normal to leave a shadow in his heart at this moment, the golden dragon endured it.

Seeing that the only magic weapon in the main hall that was still eye-catching dissipated, Chongming, Jin Long and the others were disappointed, and so was Tengchong. At this time, he looked down along the statue and found a white jade incense burner in the middle, and although the incense burner was also mottled, it was really much better than those magic weapons just now.

He looked around and saw that everyone was either immersed in loss, or Wu Zhong and the others were looking at the mural, and no one noticed his presence, so he slowly stepped forward, gently picked up the incense burner, and looked down.

As soon as he started, Tengchong felt the difference of this incense burner. Although it looks like white jade, the tentacles are warm, and it instantly makes people feel quiet and peaceful. And the most important thing is that this incense burner did not turn into ashes like other ritual instruments. Seeing this, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice, put the incense burner into the Qiankun bag, and planned to keep it for himself.

Just as he was immersed in the joy of obtaining the treasure, the dragon on the nearest stone pillar moved slowly, and its aura was hidden, no one noticed it, and Teng Chong, who was happy in his heart, did not notice this change.

Wu Zhong carefully examined this "Ten Thousand Immortals Journey to the East", the immortals in it were full of postures and lifelike, but Jiuyao's breath was looming, which made him suspicious. At this moment, a scream pulled his thoughts back, and he hurriedly followed the sound to look, only to see a giant dragon standing in front of Teng Chong, grabbing Teng Chong with dragon claws like a divine soldier, and his eyes were staring at his frightened white face.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this scream, and then the other seven dragons flew up and floated above the main hall, looking down on everyone.

Wu Zhong stood to the side, feeling the powerful aura of the giant dragon, and his heart trembled. Now it's not just him who feels like this, even Chongming and Jinlong. It's as if these eight dragons weren't stony, but really ancient dragons resurrected!

Xuan Bai's face was shocked when he saw this, he hurriedly checked the eight stone pillars, only to see that the eight stone pillars suddenly seemed to be revived, and the original golden relief coefficient fell off, and a texture like black jade appeared, slowly exuding a powerful aura. Underneath the stone pillar, it was surrounded by the gathered divinity and slowly penetrated into the stone pillar.

At this moment, Xuanbai's face was not very good, he looked at Tengchong who was screaming, and he was indignant in his heart: "The Eight Dragons Lock Heaven Array, it's really a big deal!"

"Eight Dragons Locking the Sky Array?" everyone was puzzled, but after listening to its name and the seven giant dragons staring at the sky, they already knew that this formation must not be so simple. However, this is not the time to explore the source of this formation, and it is important to rescue Teng Chong now.

At present, there are only six people in Wu Zhong and Xuan Bai, and the other party is eight giant dragons, whether it is in terms of cultivation or quantity, their own side does not have an advantage, and finally the golden dragon proposed, Wu Zhong and the golden dragon went to rescue Teng Chong, and the others were responsible for dragging the seven golden dragons to help rescue Teng Chong.

It seemed like a completely impossible task, but everyone did not flinch. Wu Zhong took out the Xuanwu Flag, flew up with the golden dragon, and instantly came to Tengchong's side, the golden dragon held a golden long sword, and a golden light emitted, slashing at the dragon's claws, making a sonorous sound.

The giant dragon was enraged by this sudden attack, and saw it roar angrily, and a powerful dragon roar instantly erupted, heading straight for Wu Zhong and the others. Wu Zhong's role is to protect the golden dragon, although his cultivation is not high, but the Xuanwu Banner in his hand is a protective weapon. Seeing Long Yin attacking, Wu Zhong waved the Xuanwu Banner again and again, and a huge barrier instantly fell from the sky, blocking Long Yin.

Seeing this, the seven dragons in the sky also roared angrily and rushed to the sky. At this moment, Chongming presented the prototype again, and a huge toad suddenly appeared, followed by a chirp, which simply blocked the dragon's footsteps. And Xuan Bai took advantage of this opportunity to form a three-talent magic circle with Xu Ziyan and another fellow Daoist to trap the seven giant dragons in it.

Although there was the formation flag in Xuanbai's hand as the foundation, the cultivation of the three of them was not enough after all, and soon the formation was crumbling, and the other side did not see a turnaround.

Seeing this, Chongming immediately converged towards the golden dragon, and the golden dragon also turned into a golden snake, winding the dragon fiercely, and the toad's venom attack made the dragon unable to dodge, and finally had to let go of Tengchong and hurriedly protect himself.

At this time, Tengchong had already been tossed by the dragon, and Wu Zhong didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly rescued Tengchong and stood under the mural, while Jin Long and Chongming came one after another. At this moment, the Sancai Great Array broke, and the three of them spat blood one after another, and their faces turned pale.

The eight dragons roared angrily and attacked everyone, and the man who was traveling with Xu Ziyan was caught by a giant dragon and torn to pieces because he couldn't dodge, and blood was spilled in the air. Xuanbai and Xu Zikan dodged the attack and gathered with everyone.

Just when everyone was in a dilemma, Wu Zhong suddenly sensed Jiu Yao's breath, and Jiu Yao even transmitted an important caution to his mind: "Into the painting!"

Hearing this, Wu Zhong ignored everything else, and immediately told everyone the news, and then took the lead in flying towards the mural. And the strange thing happened at this moment, Wu Zhong did not hit the wall, but disappeared and entered the mural. Seeing this, the others didn't care about anything else, the eight dragons had already chased after them, and it was still important to flee for their lives, and they entered the mural one after another. As the crowd vanished, the eight dragons stopped and wrapped around the stone pillar again, and everything returned to calm.