Just as Ye Feng walked towards the attic, I don't know how far away, Baili Feng was sitting cross-legged in front of a huge attic, holding the spirit stone in his hand.

I saw that this attic is more than 300 zhang tall, among the many attics, it is considered a tall existence, the top of the attic, is a huge unicorn head statue, so that the whole attic is more magnificent, and in the whole outside, is a huge cyan light mask, such as an inverted giant bowl, the entire attic is covered in it.

After a while, Baili Feng seemed to have recovered his mana, and after getting up, he sacrificed the magic weapon in his hand and attacked towards the cyan light mask, under the attack of this person, the light curtain of the cyan light mask quickly distorted and deformed, but no matter how far the transformation was, when the attack slowed down a little, the entire light mask was immediately intact.

And Baili Feng did not have the slightest impatience, but attacked even more desperately with joy on his face.

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On the huge square outside another attic, several monks of the Ziwei Palace were fighting with dozens of white tigers with strange spiritual pressure, although these white tigers did not have high spiritual pressure and a single attack method, no matter what kind of trauma they received, they could recover immediately, and they were almost immortal.

On closer inspection, although these white tigers are lifelike, their eyes are hollow and their movements are slow, and they are actually puppet incarnations.

And these white tigers seem to have some kind of spiritual intelligence, with the help of the characteristics of the immortal body, all the Ziwei Palace monks are surrounded in the middle, and they do not give the Ziwei Palace monks a chance to escape, although those white tiger puppets are not afraid of death, and the Ziwei Palace monks are slowly at a disadvantage.

While these white tiger puppets were besieging the monks of Ziwei Palace, on the ground at the edge of the square, a golden light slowly bypassed the square and moved towards a huge attic behind the square.

I saw that this golden light was like tissue paper, and there was no breath leaking, and it was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye on the red golden ground.

On closer inspection, this golden light face turned to the sky, and it was the Venerable Fuxian who didn't know what kind of magic power to use to turn himself into such a appearance.

I saw Venerable Fuxian slowly moving his body, while getting up slightly from time to time, observing the battle situation of the monks of Ziwei Palace, and at the same time kept looking at the huge attic on the other side of the square, his face full of expectation.

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Ye Feng protected the Four Elephant True Spirit Shield at his side, while observing the surrounding environment intently, and at the same time carefully moved his footsteps towards the attic.

This place seems to be calm on the surface, but this space does not know how many thousands of years it has existed, if there is really a living being, no matter what kind of living being, it is an extremely powerful existence, and the monks who entered this place before are by no means good, just like the Lan Chen of the Desolate Ancient Clan, not only came and went without a trace, but also has vast magical powers, and the monks who entered the Sunset Valley, I don't know how many, God knows how many perverted existences like Lan Chen will be.

However, in the wide open space in the middle of these attics, on the glittering golden ground, from time to time some flower-like existences have opened up, in which a lot of various plants and plants have grown.

The flowers and trees that were planted in the outside world like this were naturally not rare species, although most of them had never been seen, but the few plants that Ye Feng recognized made Ye Feng quite surprised.

One of the cold-cut grasses was originally an auxiliary for refining the cold-attribute magic weapon, although it was not too precious, but it was also quite rare, and the cold-cut grass was originally only the size of a palm, and it was milky white, and in the nursery not far away, a huge plant three or four feet tall made Ye Feng amazed.

The plant in front of me is definitely cold-cut grass, but not only is it huge, but its body has also turned red and black, and bursts of rich cold air are emitting from all around, and it seems that it has grown for many thousands of years.

Although the best medicinal age of the cold cut grass is three or four hundred years, but the year of this cold cut grass in front of him is so old, it may have any special effects, thinking of this, Ye Feng immediately cast a spell, uprooted this = this cold cut grass, and put it in the storage bag.

Ye Feng carefully paid attention to the surrounding environment, while constantly observing these plants and trees, in addition to some slightly cherished varieties, some plants that he had never seen before were also collected by Ye Feng.

Especially those trees, in this Meteoric Immortal Palace, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have grown, even the original ordinary spirit wood, but now they have also become excellent refining materials.

Even though it took some time to pick these plants, half an hour later, Ye Feng also walked in front of the attic.

I saw that on a staircase of thirty or forty steps, a red light shield protected the attic.

Looking through the light curtain, behind is a golden and brilliant gate, seven or eight zhang high, on the stone gate, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance with golden pen and ink written "Lingxin Pavilion" three big characters.

"Huh!

Seeing the three words of this Lingxin Pavilion, Ye Feng couldn't help but think of the purple small tripod in his hand, listening to the words of the ancestor of the galaxy, this purple small tripod seemed to be called the Lingxin Treasure in ancient times, and I don't know what connection it has with this Lingxin Pavilion.

Ye Feng looked around, and after bypassing the entire attic, he couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment, the entire crimson light curtain was extremely wide, and it had already wrapped the entire building in it.

Seeing that it was impossible to enter, Ye Feng took a long breath, and then released two lightning doves, and after releasing the order to release the realm to them, his sleeve robe shook without hesitation, and a white light flew out and slashed at the light curtain.

"Zla" There was a crisp sound, and the white light turned by the flying sword, relying on its own sharpness, slashed into the light curtain a little deeper, but after a while, a terrifying high temperature, from above the flying sword, suddenly within Ye Feng's divine consciousness.

"Not good!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but snort, and then felt a burning sensation coming from his divine sense, even if he lost contact with the flying sword.

I saw the surface of the light curtain, and suddenly the fire burst into flames, and the flying sword that cut into the surface of the light curtain turned into a ball of spiritual light and disappeared after evaporation.

The layer of light curtain that was cut open, between the flickering of the firelight, also quickly began to close.

"How so?"

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng couldn't help frowning, what surprised him was not the solidity and counterattack power of the prohibition here, but the prohibition here, which was actually able to directly invade Ye Feng's divine consciousness through the power of the divine consciousness on the magic weapon, making him suffer a big loss.

And the prohibition here has existed for so many years, and it is still so powerful, it must have been an incredible existence in ancient times.

However, Ye Feng's attack method was not the only one, as soon as his mind moved, the flame spirit fire beast came out of his sleeve and pounced on the surface of the light curtain, quickly turning into a raging sea of fire, burning on the surface of the light mask.