"Could it be that this is already the top floor of the Death Palace?"

Zhou Chen didn't know the specific number of layers of the Death Palace, so when he saw that the 100 layers were so special, he made a slight guess.

Da, da......

This place was empty, there were no other monsters, only Zhou Chen's skeleton with red light shining in its eye sockets.

He dragged his skeleton body, stepped out of his thin legs with only white bones, and walked all the way down the red carpet.

As always, he walked unhurriedly, taking small steps, repeating the movement mechanically.

Da, da......

Although Zhou Chen had no ears and couldn't hear the sound, there was really only his footsteps here.

There was silence, lifelessness, except for a tiny skeleton moving across the vast 100 floors.

Da, da...... Da!

Finally, after walking straight along the red carpet for a few hours, Zhou Chen stopped.

He stopped, not far in front of him, there was a high platform, the surface of the platform was carved with dense lines and symbols, it seemed to be an extremely complex magic circle.

Above the platform, a huge throne carved out of a single piece of gray and white crystal with transparent colors, and inlaid with countless gemstones.

On top of the throne, instead of a person sitting, a pot resembling white gold was quietly placed.

This pot is thin and fat, with symmetrical handles on both sides, intricate patterns carved on the surface, and a round lid on top.

In addition to the intricate pattern, the overall style is nothing special, but it appears here, then it must be eccentric.

Zhou Chen thought so.

He increased his soul thoughts and tried to invade the inside of the pot to check, but failed.

“......”

Zhou Chen didn't continue to try, but fell silent.

One minute passes, two minutes passes......

An hour passes, two hours passes......

Zhou Chen just didn't move, didn't move at all, and stood quietly.

"Are you in there, Lord of the Dead Hell?"

Suddenly, he suddenly unleashed a large stream of soul power, indiscriminately and aimlessly transmitting soul thoughts in this area.

But no one responded.

"Looks like I guessed right. ”

Zhou Chen got what he wanted.

From the moment he entered the first floor of the Death Palace, he felt a kind of peeping.

Although he couldn't lock on to the other party, Zhou Chen believed in his own sense very much, and the other party's peeping was everywhere, all the way from the first layer to the 99th floor.

Until now, on the 100th floor, that feeling of being watched has risen to the limit.

Zhou Chen knew that the other party was not far away.

It was precisely because of the reduced distance that Zhou Chen had a clearer sense of the existence that peeked at him, that is, the Lord of the Death Prison.

When he tried to probe the pot on the throne with his soul thoughts, the feeling suddenly became stronger.

Now that he has tried it again, he has determined that the other party is in that pot.

With just a little induction and a hint of clues, Zhou Chen came up with the right answer!

This is the experience and wisdom he gained after living for hundreds of years, going through all kinds of life and death, and countless battles!

"Looks like you're afraid of me? yes, in my senses, you're not a threat to me at all. That being the case......"

Zhou Chen began to move again, he walked to the platform step by step, and from the steps of the platform, step by step to the throne.

Rumble!

He directly released a ball of flames, and the body of the pot was enveloped in flames and burned, but he did not suffer any damage.

Zhou Chen put away the flames, and then released the cold air, completely enveloping the body of the pot. However, it was still useless, and the cold could not penetrate the inside of the pot at all.

"Interesting. ”

Zhou Chen was a little interested.

With a movement in his soul, he directly summoned the Binglin Sword.

The "ding" Binglin sword was mobilized by Zhou Chen, piling up a sharp stab on the body of the pot, but it was still fine!

The body of the pot was completely undamaged, but it was knocked down by the force of the thorn.

The pot was poured, but the lid was still untouched.

“......”

Zhou Chen was silent for a moment, and finally stretched out his right hand of Sen Sen's white bones, and he was going to lift the lid.

As he got closer, the air seemed to freeze, and finally, his hand touched the lid and pressed slightly without hesitation.

Kiss!

The lid opened.

At the same time, a black and gray ghostly fire suddenly burst out of it, heading straight for Zhou Chen's head.

"Hahahahaha! Idiot! You humble skeleton, I'll take this bone frame first! I also laughed at your red soul seed, eating you will definitely make up for it, and let my strength recover another layer!"

This ghostly fire is Han Ting, that is, the Lord of the Death Prison.

When he saw that the magic array on the surface of the holy pot didn't react to Zhou Chen at all, Han Ting's heart was half cold.

When Zhou Chen broke that he was in the pot, he was even more shocked, and he could only hold back and dare not peep at Zhou Chen again, hoping that the other party could leave.

Obviously, he was too naïve, and since Zhou Chen had made a judgment, he naturally wanted to kill him, the worm who dared to peep secretly.

What Han Ting was most afraid of was that Zhou Chen would directly take the holy pot and throw it away, or throw it to humans, as long as he left the Death Palace, he would never turn over.

However, to his ecstasy, the other party dared to open the lid of the holy pot, which was to unlock the seal and let him out!

He was extremely excited, and his heart was also ruthless, and the moment he grabbed the lid and opened, he directly pounced on Zhou Chen at the fastest speed, he wanted to enter Zhou Chen's head and devour the red soul seed.

In that case, he will still be the victor in the end, and the victory will belong to the Lord of Death!

And yet - poof!

As soon as Han Ting pounced in mid-air, there was a long sword with a blue transparent body, which directly ignored the distance and penetrated his black-gray soul seed.

"No, I can't die, I'm the Lord of Hell, I haven't regained my true strength, it's not fair......!

Han Ting realized something, and roared wildly at this moment, but it quickly came to an abrupt end.

The Ice Lin Sword stirred in its soul seed, and then burst out with a deadly cold aura, destroying it in an instant.

"This thing is the Lord of the Dead Hell? ”

Zhou Chen couldn't hear Han Ting's roar before he died, and naturally he didn't know that the other party was actually less than one-tenth of his peak strength. But even if you know, it doesn't matter, the truth is that you're only so strong now.

There is also the identity of the Han Ting traverser, and Zhou Chen naturally doesn't know. If he knew, of course he wouldn't keep his hand, at most he would sigh with emotion, it really deserves to be the world of network derivation, and the chance of the traverser appearing is really big.

A person who killed the lord of the death prison in front of him, Zhou Chen didn't take it to heart, and turned to "see" the holy pot.

"It's a treasure, but something better should be ......"

Zhou Chen skimmed the holy pot first, and focused on the entire platform engraved with the magic circle, as well as the huge throne.

......

ps: The new book "Traditional Martial Arts Adventures" (still a fantasy class) has been released, martial arts in the early stage, and the middle stage begins to fly the brain. Ask for attention, it's best to come to the starting point to collect it, thank you for your support!