On the floating mountain, the large array was completed, and the vast aura of living beings precipitated, blending with the mist shrouded in the entire immortal mountain, and no longer showing the law.

But Ye Han didn't know when he walked off the altar and returned to the empty square.

The white mist containing a rich aura quickly gathered over, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the Nine Zhangs Divine Platform, and even the vast power of heaven and earth turmoil was sealed in the dust, no longer revealing the slightest.

Ye Han didn't seem to care about what was happening behind him, allowing the divine platform to be covered by the clouds that seemed to be able to isolate the divine sense.

He had already observed the power in this divine platform, although the power of heaven and earth that gathered together was very vast, but he knew that this level of power was not something he could control now.

After knowing that he couldn't do anything, Ye Han didn't hesitate for long, and turned around and left here directly. It's just that in the clouds and mist that shrouded it, on the nine-zhang god platform, there is a statue as green as jade, as if the law seal that has been washed away by the lead dust is wrapped in the black and white qi, and it is up and down.

After the eight Xuan Halls were moved to several other directions in the mountain by Ye Han with the power of heaven and earth, this originally majestic square became much empty, and there was nothing else except for those cumbersome formations on the ground of the square.

However, with the sound of Ye Han's footsteps, there seemed to be a loud rumbling sound in this empty square. On top of the cyan mixed bricks and stones, invisible forces rippled out of it, turning into a thick gray qi, gathering here out of thin air.

The gray air flow manifested out of thin air, and there was still a slight smell of vitality in it, and the originally ethereal mist did not disperse here for some reason, and there seemed to be a tendency to converge into shapes.

Ye Han looked at this abnormal change, there was no surprise in his eyes, but raised his hand and took out a palm-sized token from the void.

This token is blue-gray, exactly the same color as the bluestone square under his feet, as if it was made of ancient bluestone, and there are no strange patterns engraved on it, but on the token, it faintly carved an unreal palace image.

Ye Han raised his hand and put the token on his chest, and there seemed to be an obscure sound coming out of his mouth, and with a little cyan brilliance lighting up from the token, the vague palace above the surface of the bronze ancient order seemed to be clear.

Sacrifice to!

As the cyan brilliance in Ye Han's eyes flashed, when he raised his hand, the cyan ancient order that he held on his chest was thrown out by him, and it just fell into the gray-white mist that gathered but did not disperse.

As the token flew inside, the mist with the image of converging condensation suddenly churned, as if it had been injected with a booster, and condensed into substance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Starting from the pedestal above the square, the gray-white air flow quickly condensed, and then when it stopped flowing, a majestic ancient hall exuding a majestic and majestic aura in the sea of fog condensed like this.

The main hall is towering, hundreds of zhang long, just like the Xuangong Dao Hall opened by giants, the whole body is like a bronze casting, with an obscure color, but it faintly exudes a vast and majestic atmosphere, which seems to calm a party.

When this ancient palace was formed, this immortal mountain seemed to have the backbone of the heart, and the buildings and halls all exuded amazing brilliance, but the surging aura that meandered up quickly poured into here.

Ye Han looked at this vast hall that had gathered out of thin air, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction. Obviously, as a symbol of the Xuanmen, the Zongmen Hall produced by the system did not disappoint him.

As Ye Han walked, this majestic and majestic hall trembled, and the towering bronze giant gate slowly opened in a gray-white air current.

This ancient door slowly opened to both sides, revealing the same gray-white mist that was surging in the hall, and in the thick smoke, there were obviously no lighting tools in sight, but there was no sense of darkness in the hall.

Ye Han's footsteps did not slow down at all, and he stepped directly through this ancient bronze gate. As he walked in, the ancient hall seemed to begin a slow recovery.

The boundless gray mist in the main hall seemed to be churning constantly, but as Ye Han's footsteps fell, the thick mist separated to both sides like waves, and waves swayed on the edge of the main hall.

Ye Han walked into this ancient hall, and the first thing that caught his eye was a blue-gray throne that exuded an ancient atmosphere.

It was a throne shrouded in an infinite stream of gray air, without the embellishment of precious gold, but it exuded an aura of vastness.

The back of the throne was very high, and the crimson color was restrained in it, and it seemed to be carved with some strange pattern on it, but it was as if there was nothing but gray gas coiling, reflecting a sea of stars and mist.

After Ye Han stepped into this palace, his eyes were immediately attracted by the ancient throne. He could feel that the throne shrouded in black fog had a fatal attraction to him, and it felt like he wanted to sit on it the next moment.

Ye Han was not a reckless person, but after hesitating for a moment, he still walked towards the throne.

As he approached, the gray mist on the ground spread out on its own to both sides, and the towering back of the throne seemed to have only dotted lines intertwined.

Ye Han looked at this huge throne that obviously exuded an inexplicable aura, the brilliance in his eyes flickered slightly, and then he turned around and sat on it.

As Ye Han's figure sat on the throne, the gray mist in the entire hall seemed to have been pressed by someone, surging up frantically, increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bronze giant door that exuded an ancient aura suddenly closed when the gray-white mist was surging, and the sound of the door closing made Ye Han's brows furrow slightly, but before he could reopen the door, he was suddenly immersed in the boundless gray-white mist.

After the bronze gate was closed, the hall without a light source was not much darker, and the high dome exuded a bright luster, reflecting the entire hall, full of majestic and magnificent atmosphere.

It's like the royal court of giants, suppressing the ancient and modern temples.

As the fog in the main hall became thicker and thicker, Ye Han seemed to have a feeling of suffocation, but soon the dangerous aura disappeared at this moment.

Sitting on this huge throne, against the backdrop of the gray air flow spreading between heaven and earth, Ye Han's divine thoughts seemed to have climbed a lot, and he seemed to have become a giant between heaven and earth, looking down on the vast earth.

Sitting on this throne, his eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier of the wall, through the barrier of the mountain stone, even if he sat on the top of the main hall of this spiritual mountain, he could see every corner of the entire floating immortal mountain.

Even his gaze could be extended into the distance, and he saw the forbidden sky ancient array that had manifested outside the firmament, and saw the one-armed man who had broken away from the boundary of demonic qi and walked in the direction of the mountain gate step by step.

When Ye Han looked down at Zhou Tian, the gray mist in the main hall gradually subsided, but it did not disperse, but obediently surrounded the perimeter of the throne.

The huge throne floated in the gray sea of mist, and the boundless gray air currents were like a pilgrimage, supporting the young man with his eyes closed.