In the distance, several figures were approaching, and the person at the head was none other than Longyang Sanren.

At this time, Longyang Sanren was still a little depressed, originally thought that without Ye Sangao's block, it should be very easy to kill the Jinguang monk at this moment, but he never thought that the Jinguang monk forcibly broke through the barrier and blasted him away with one punch.

After a bit of killing, he fled.

Longyang Sanren chased after him with people, just in time to meet the beggars on crutches.

The Golden Light Monk's eyes widened angrily, looking at the people who were eyeing him, and Ye Hao, who was behind him, was obviously also aware of the Golden Light Monk's disordered aura, so his face was worried.

If the Golden Light Monk is allowed to get out of the customs normally, then these people in front of him will definitely not be their opponents.

But at this moment, the Golden Light Monk was forced out of the customs and suffered from the power of backlash, so they may not even have the luxury of living.

Long Yang snorted angrily: "Now look at how you two can escape again, you will die today!"

The beggar on crutches was also a little impatient, and said: "It's okay, if you don't say it, you can go to hell and tell Lord Yama, anyway, I'm more interested in killing you now than the power of the stars!"

Ye Hao sighed helplessly, feeling sad and indignant, and turned his back to the sky.

Suddenly, I saw a vortex slowly forming above the sky, and I couldn't help but exclaim, "What is that?"

Long Yang Sanren sneered: "This is a little trick from many years ago, and it is still used to deceive people, is it interesting?"

The beggar on crutches also sneered.

The golden light monk looked up, revealing a surprised expression.

Seeing this, the beggar on crutches looked up in disbelief, but he didn't want to look up and couldn't take his eyes off it.

I saw that above the sky, a pitch-black vortex had been formed, accompanied by amazing spiritual power.

Long Yang Sanren was puzzled, and laughed angrily: "Little beggar, why can't you even ...... you?"

Before he finished speaking, he was also attracted by the giant whirlpool above the sky, not only the four of them, but also the others, just when everyone was deeply attracted by this whirlpool, Ye Hao actually floated involuntarily.

Followed by the Jinguang monk, the beggar on crutches, the Longyang Sanren and others.

Ye Hao looked at the ground, a little overwhelmed, because he had no way to control his body, and felt that this vortex was sucking him and moving upward.

The speed of movement is getting faster and faster, and when he saw that Ye Hao's whole person was about to turn into a streamer and fly into the whirlpool, a shining golden palm put on his ankle, and the two of them flew into the whirlpool in a streamer.

Then, the others turned into streamers and flew into the whirlpool.

The entire south of the medicine garden returned to calm.

West of the Medicine Garden.

No one dared to approach the white-clothed swordsman who exuded a strong sword intent all over his body, didn't he see that just now two Spirit Emperor eighth-order cultivators who didn't know whether they were alive or dead were dismantled by that chilling sword intent?

This sword intent will eat people!

Just when everyone was at a stalemate, the white-clothed swordsman looked above his head with some feeling, only to see a huge vortex slowly taking shape.

The eyes of the rest of the people were also involuntarily attracted by this vortex.

Immediately after that, the white-clothed swordsman involuntarily turned into a streamer and rushed into the whirlpool, followed by the others.

The west of the medicine garden also returned to peace.

Outside the tomb, the four stone gates also closed with a bang, and the stone lion returned to its original position.

Those who hadn't had time to try it were wrapped in an inexplicable spiritual power and thrown into the river, and the tomb of the Star and Moon Emperor was completely closed, and no one could enter.

Inside a palatial palace, three people lay on red floor tiles.

One was covered in golden light, one was dressed in a white robe, and the other was dressed in black.

After a while, the young man dressed in black was the first to wake up, he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, got up silently, and saw the two people beside him at a casual glance.

"This is the Golden Light Monk and the white-clothed swordsman?

Ye Hao tried to wake up the unconscious two, but both of them had suffered backlash before, and they used spiritual power to hurt the meridians, so the injuries were more serious, and they would not be able to wake up so easily for a while.

Ye Hao checked the pulse of the two of them, and found that the disorder was extremely disordered, his brows furrowed slightly, remembering that he had taught an elixir in ancient times that could calm people's disordered pulses.

So he took out the Qiankun bath stove and put the Dan stove aside.

He took out two medicinal herbs, threw them into the enlarged Dan furnace, poured spiritual power, and began to refine the pill.

An hour later, two golden five-grade pills quietly took shape, and a wave of spiritual power fluctuations gradually spread out from the Dan furnace.

Ye Hao fed the two pills to the two of them, and the pulse gradually calmed down.

After doing all this, Ye Hao put away the Dan furnace, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then began to look at this golden and brilliant hall.

There are five steps directly east of the main hall, and on top of the steps sits a golden throne, except for this throne, there are only four golden pillars left on the main hall to support the main hall.

On the opposite side of the throne was a golden gate, which was so closed that it could not be pushed open no matter how hard it tried.

Helplessly, Ye Hao gave up the plan to push the door out, set his eyes on the throne, slowly approached, walked up the first step, boom, a heavy sense of oppression came from all directions.

Ye Hao found that under this sense of oppression, he couldn't use any spiritual power, and it seemed that he could only use his body to resist.

Fortunately, his body has been tempered by the power of the stars, so this sense of oppression is not difficult for him, and after three breaths, he raised his legs up and went up to another level.

Boom!

The feeling of oppression this time was twice as high as that of the first layer, which made Ye Hao feel a little troublesome.

At the same time, he threw the woodpipe on the throne and said to himself, "Is it so oppressive just to stand on the steps, what if you sit in that position?"

Take a deep breath and go one level higher.

Boom Boom!

A fourfold sense of oppression swept through his body, and he looked at his somewhat distorted palms, as if these four times were already the limit of his physical body.

Ye Hao sneered, and just as he was about to step forward again, a voice without the slightest emotion came from behind him.

"Give up, this is already the limit of your physical body. ”

Ye Hao didn't look back, but he didn't move forward either.

It's not that Ye Hao didn't dare to look back, it's just that he couldn't turn back, he felt that a huge palm fell from the sky invisibly, wanting to squash him, in order not to be defeated by that huge sense of oppression, he had to devote himself wholeheartedly.

Pedal Pedal Ped

The white-robed figure climbed three levels in a row, standing side by side with Ye Hao.

The corners of Ye Hao's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in his heart: "Why does this guy look so relaxed?"

The white-clothed swordsman seemed to see through Ye Hao's thoughts, and said calmly: "My physique is different from ordinary people, so this pressure is nothing to me. ”

With that, the white-clothed swordsman seemed to want to verify what he had just said, and his footsteps lifted lightly, and he easily stepped onto the fourth step of steps.