This mysterious underground palace is the biggest secret in this mountain, and the kings of the past dynasties have even sealed it with their lives, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, and the most terrifying thing is that above this underground palace, there is also a fierce array of the world, and the eight murderous god killing arrays.

It's all about hiding the secret and making it hard to see the light of day.

However, at this moment, the ancient stone door slowly opened, and the ominous, cold, calamity, terror, and mysterious aura flowed like eternity, completely diffusing out.

"What's that?" Qin Hao was shocked.

On the other side of the stone gate, there was a huge altar, on which stood twelve ancient beings, their bodies were tall, like ancient giant gods, standing up to the sky and the earth, each like a small mountain.

These creatures come in a variety of forms, including a snake that resembles an elephant, but with wings on its back, fangs like swords, and layers of scales glowing with stars. The other statue is full of white bones, holding a black iron sword in both hands, and the other is like a thick fog, changing freely, giving birth to all kinds of things in the world......

On the ancient altar, there was a dead silence, only these twelve living beings remained, they were as majestic as a mountain, shaking Qin Hao's heart, it was hard to imagine what kind of group of creatures this was, the form was ancient and strange, even for the monks, it was like a myth and legend.

"Are they still alive?" Mu Yetian's eyes were slightly condensed, fierce and arrogant like him, and there was a trace of jealousy at this moment, and there seemed to be fear flashing in his cold eyes.

"It's been dead for many years, the spirit is gone, and only the remnants of the body remain." Qin Hao's divine sense is so keen, he has already captured all this, but he still doesn't dare to act rashly, he stops and looks at it from afar, this underground palace is too weird, and he has to be cautious.

On the altar, there was a faint surge of thunder, fleeting, and above this, there was a fire rushing to the sky, black flames like a tide, endless, such a might, even if it was far away, Qin Hao still felt afraid, it was a trembling from instinct, it seemed that there was a shocking horror hidden in this thunder and black flame.

"What the hell is there?"

"If this is a cage, what are these creatures? Is this the jailer guarding here? Mu Yetian's words made Qin Hao's face extremely weird.

An underground palace that never sees the light of day, passed down from generation to generation among powerful tribes, and the successive kings of punishment have strengthened the seal at any cost before their deaths, which is already very amazing, in addition, the eight fierce god killing arrays, twelve ancient creatures, which one of these piles is not earth-shattering, shocking people's hearts, such a force is actually united, what kind of existence is being imprisoned?

The more Qin Hao thought about it, the heavier his mood became, maybe they had inadvertently set foot in a forbidden place, this kind of place was not something they could touch at all.

The tribes of the Torture King Capital have long been wiped out in time, and the Eight Fierce Killing God Array has withered away, not to mention these twelve ancient beings, which have been extinct for many years, and there is no shell to guard here.

"Could it be...... That thing came out? Qin Hao and Mu Yetian glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of shock and solemnity in each other's eyes.

Roar......

Suddenly, there was a roar from the altar, like thunder, like a sword, like a dragon's roar, soaring to the sky, deafening, and then the earth shook, the rubble flew, and the terrifying power was overwhelming, sweeping in, and the entire underground palace was crumbling, as if it would be destroyed at any time.

"What's wrong?"

"Damn, that thing is coming out." Qin Hao gritted his teeth, the wind and sand in front of him, the thunder and the black flame were intertwined, as if he wanted to refine the underground palace of Jiang, he opened his eyes with difficulty, but the scene in front of him shocked him.

Figures emerged from the altar, floating in midair.

"Uncle." Qin Hao shouted loudly, those figures are the missing adults in the village, the Abba of Tai Liuguang, and Tai Liuhai are also impressively listed.

At this moment, these people are like walking corpses, their eyes are closed, their limbs are drooping, and their vitality turns into green brilliance, which is being stripped from their bodies little by little.

Airplanes.

In mid-air, among the many floating figures, an uncle's vitality was completely gone, his body was like a withered flower, quickly shriveled, and then many lines appeared in his flesh and blood, like ancient talismans intertwined and changed, showing different combinations, each combination was like a perfect formation, interweaving incomparably mysterious Tao and reason, and transmitting endless power.

"This, this is ......" Mu Yetian was shocked, Qin Hao may not be able to see it, but as a fellow clan, at this moment, his heart has already set off monstrous waves, such a vision, he has seen it in the Holy Tower, their clan was once extremely brilliant, powerful and prosperous, and the power swept the heavens, but suddenly one day, they fell, no longer strong, not brilliant, shrinking here, it is rumored that everything is related to such a vision.

This is their lost ancient history, and it is also the biggest secret of their clan, and it is even reflected in the god worship chapter.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly, the uncle's flesh and blood became more and more unstable, and the terrifying lines continued to spread, and began to assimilate everything, his bones melted away, and the whole person was wrapped in a cloud of mist, and finally turned into a ball of flowing water, which exploded in mid-air.

"How so?" Makino clenched his fists, his eyes overflowing with anger.

Immediately afterwards, in mid-air, the warriors in the ancient village had the same encounter one by one, a big man, his vitality was completely exhausted, his flesh and blood appeared, intertwined and changed, and finally turned into a flame, scorching like a bear, and then turned into a cloud of ashes, completely annihilated.

Streams of water, flames, dead wood, hurricanes......

The people of these ancient villages were all destroyed and died in the catastrophe.

In the end, even Tailiuhai was not spared, and his flesh and blood appeared, and then turned into a thunderbolt, completely dissipating and annihilating.

"Uncle." Qin Hao bared his teeth, he was deeply taken care of by the Tailiu family, and he had to be helped by the gods, but now he watched Tailiuhai being robbed, and how to explain to Tailiuguang after he went back.

"Wu clan, you also have this day, the descendants are so lowly, they have long lost the glory and glory of the past."

Suddenly, an ancient voice sounded, echoing above the altar, low and mysterious, as if it had seen through the changes of heaven and earth, and had insight into the vicissitudes of life.

"What's that?" Qin Hao was shocked, he didn't dare to use his divine sense, he stepped forward, almost jumped onto the altar, and at this moment he understood that in the center of these twelve living beings, there was a clay pot, mottled and ancient, and he didn't know how many years of vicissitudes had passed, and cracks appeared on the surface, dense like mosquitoes and ants.

At this moment, the lid of the clay pot had already been lifted, and only a broken talisman was still on it, and it seemed that it would break at any moment.

A black gas rose from this clay pot, soaring into the sky like a demon, carrying various visions.

"Is this what this cage is all about?" Qin Hao was shocked, and on top of this crockpot, there were two lines of ancient characters written on it.

Heaven and earth have no double bones, and the first disaster of the demon gate.