The white ink landscape map and the seven-foot bamboo sail have the imprint left by Zhang Qing of the Flying Feather Sect, but under the suppression of this place of gods, it is not very stable, and Zhuo Chuan finally erased it after several hours.

As for the imprints on the other secret treasures, it was much simpler, they were all left by Zhang Wenlin himself, and now that he is dead, those imprints are as fragile as a piece of paper, which can be removed with a slight wave of his hand.

"No, here you go. ”

Zhuo Chuan handed the streaming disc to Bing Shen Yan, this was originally a thing from the Lonely Goose Sect, but it was later taken away by the Flying Feather Sect, and now it is also considered to be returned to its original owner.

He did not hesitate to put the rest of the things into the quaint ring, whether it was a seven-foot bamboo sail or a white ink landscape map, they were too precious, and Zhuo Chuan didn't want to give them away.

The peachwood sword is also extraordinary, and after the two of them studied it, they found that this was not a magic soldier against the enemy, but a formation-breaking treasure left by everyone in the ancient formation, and its value was incalculable.

Zhang Wenlin really deserves to be the third grandson of the Ling Pavilion Master, and he has a rich net worth.

It's a pity that his body has been dragged into the swamp by the dark red shrubs, and except for these few secret treasures that he sacrificed to get out of the trap, nothing else can be found, and they are hidden under the wetland.

The three members of the Flying Feather Sect were all killed, and even if they were still in a state of dazing, Bing Shenyan's expression was much more relaxed.

"I didn't expect you to really refuse Zhang Wenlin's conditions. He said with emotion.

The two of them have also lived and died together, and after this incident, Bing Shenyan gradually regarded Zhuo Chuan as a friend who could make friends, and the unpleasantness that happened in the ancient ruins before disappeared.

"I'm not a fool, even if I rescue him, with the style of the Flying Feather Sect, it is inevitable that I will not take revenge. Zhuo Chuan said with a smile, and with Bing Shen Yan bypassing the wetland clay and continuing towards the depths of the crater.

How to get out of the gods, they don't have a clue at all, instead of scurrying around like headless flies, it is better to go to the place guided by the green jade chessboard to take a look, maybe there will be some special findings.

The Tianluo Basin is vast, and there are dangers in the mountains and mountains, even if the two of them are careful enough, they still inevitably encounter some disasters.

There are ghostly fireflies at night that burn people's bodies, and there are also deep forest screams that disturb their souls, making them fall into a desperate situation several times and escape with difficulty.

Another example is that a gold-eating termite crosses the border, and even the life-point mage can easily gnaw at it, but the spell bombardment on them is strangely unloaded, and it is difficult to kill.

In the end, Zhuo Chuan and the two of them controlled the seven-foot bamboo sail before they could escape and run away.

Before they could rest for a while, they were entangled by a colorful demon tree again, and after a great battle, they destroyed a few of their magic weapons before they broke out of the siege of the branches in the sky, and fled in panic.

"No wonder it's called a Jedi, I have a gut feeling, the crater should be regarded as the safest place in the depths of the Divine Fall, far less than other areas, but we are still dead......" Zhuo Chuan gasped and sat cross-legged on the ground to recover his mana.

Along the way, the two of them were in an extremely tense state at any time, physically and mentally exhausted, more tiring than fighting with others for three days and three nights, and resting for half an hour was a luxury.

"There was a noise over there, and it sounded like a swarm of wasps. Bing Shenyan suddenly turned his head with an awe-inspiring gaze.

"Let's go!"

Not long after they sat down, the two had to continue to get up and leave.

Here, there are no ordinary insects, snakes and ants at all, if they really want to fight to the death, maybe the monks of the Six Lands Realm will have to bury their bones and will not be able to compete.

A day later, Bing Shenyan suffered misfortune.

When the two joined forces to deal with a strange beast with white eyes and black scales, resembling a divine deer, but with three crocodile tails, he was accidentally hit on his left arm by the ghostly light from the antlers, and his flesh festered and turned into pus and blood.

Burst!

At the critical moment, Bing Shenyan gritted his teeth, swung out a divine blade with his right hand, and cut off the entire left arm to avoid the erodion of the whole body by the treacherous force.

Whew......

Dozens of flags flew out, building a Bagua Taiji Array, trapping this strange beast inside.

The runes under Zhuo Chuan's feet were born and destroyed, and he grabbed Bing Shenyan's body and ran.

"We can't deal with this thing, I can only use the flag array to trap him for a short time, and then take the opportunity to escape. He carried it behind his back, took out a seven-foot bamboo sail from the ring, and fled at full speed.

Bang

After only a few breaths passed, the white-eyed black-scaled beast rushed out of the Bagua Taiji Banner Array, and dozens of flags were destroyed, which made Zhuo Chuan feel distressed.

Roar......

Fortunately, this strange beast was not fast, and it could not catch up with the two of them, and was thrown away from Yaoyao, so it could only roar angrily and cover all directions.

"How are you?" Zhuo Chuan looked at the one-armed Bing Shen Yan and asked with some concern.

The latter shook his head weakly and said, "I can't die, but some of the strange beast's power has invaded my body, and I need time and energy to suppress the expulsion, and then I will be very weak and unable to make any more moves......"

He looked at Zhuo Chuan apologetically, and couldn't help sighing: "It's me who dragged you down." ”

"My problem is not big, but is there a problem with your hand?" Zhuo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that there was indeed no major problem, and he could continue to jump.

Bing Shenyan's left arm has been broken, and there is a strange force at work, even if the Divine Spring of the Destiny Cave Cultivator's Law is bubbling and the vitality is strong, it is difficult to break the arm and regenerate.

"It's probably only like this in a short period of time, but when I break through the realm and step into the Huahai Sea, I should be able to solve it, but it really can't work, after many years, I will achieve the Six Lands, and there will be no obstacles," Bing Shenyan's expression was calm, as if it was not his hand that was broken, which made Zhuo Chuan admire.

The monks of the Destiny Cave Realm all have unimaginable vitality, especially after reaching the Huahai Realm, it is not a problem to be reborn with a severed limb.

They had already gone far into the crater, and the jade chessboard was getting closer and closer to the traction in the dark.

"This place ......" both of them frowned, their hearts shocked.

In front of the two of them, a magnificent mountain range twists and turns, giant trees are towering, full of ancient charm, and a desolate and long-lasting breath comes to the face.

On this vast ridge vein that is hundreds of miles long, there are pavilion ruins, the ruins of the palace group, broken bricks and tiles, and collapsed ancient walls can be seen everywhere.

The ridge veins are long, but they feel out of place in the crater, as if they weren't supposed to exist here.

This mountain range is like a boundless ruin in the ancient ruins!

The place that resonated with the green jade chessboard was the end of this ruined long ridge, which was not very far from Zhuochuan, only less than a hundred miles.

From a distance, two towering peaks stand at the end, intersecting and reflecting each other, on a par with each other.

With a lot of thoughts in their hearts, the two of them stepped up to the ruins and rushed there.

This place is indeed different from the crater, there are various plants and beasts on it, and the occasional elixir and strange fruit that can be seen are different from the land of the gods, but similar to the ancient ruins.

"Could this really be a hundreds of miles long ridge from the ancient ruins?" the two were surprised and couldn't believe it.

But all the phenomena are proving this fact to them, the ancient desolate air engine, the ruins of the temples that are all over the mountains......

Even, they found the bodies of several monks under a small cracked mountain,

The bodies were already rotting and stenching, but judging from the shabby robes they were wearing, several of them were monks from Turing County, and one of them was still wearing the Dao clothes of the Cangyue Cave Heaven of the Three Immortal Mountains.

"This ......"

The two looked at each other, and they both saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

Don't...... One of the ancient ruins has flown to the land of the gods?!

Zhuo Chuan was speechless, he was still puzzled before, how could the green jade chessboard be obtained from the ancient ruins, how could it be sensed in the Shenluo of the Liancheng Ancient Tomb......

It turns out that this is an ancient ruin!

Their hearts were full of shock, and they didn't stop here, and hurried towards the end of the Ruins Ridge at full speed.

A moment later, they were still more than ten miles away from their destination, but their footsteps unconsciously stopped, their eyes wide open, their hearts trembled, and their faces stiffened.

Zhuo Chuan rubbed his eyes fiercely, and after confirming that he was really not mistaken, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"This ...... It's a snake?!"

At the end of the ruins ridge vein, it was not the mountains and valleys they imagined, but a behemoth snake head that was as big as a magnificent ancient mountain.

Pieces of dark blue scales are hundreds of feet wide, like ancient blue rocks, overlapping and overlapping, like undulating hills and cliffs in the mottled stone wall of Getan, if you don't look at it from a distance, no one would have thought that this is actually snake scales!

The snake's pupils were tightly closed, if they were opened, Zhuo Chuan didn't dare to imagine what kind of scene it was, it might be like the sky and the moon in the sky, huge.

On the head of the snake, there are two long horns like a sacred mountain, winding and jagged, thicker than the Hanging Mirror Peak, and more than a thousand feet high, Zhuo Chuan thought that it was two divine peaks standing before.

Dragonhorn Ridge Snake!

It is unimaginable that the entire hundreds of miles of ruins is his body, and the dragon's horns are like peaks, sleeping quietly in the depths of the crater in the land of the gods.

This is a behemoth beyond Zhuo Chuan's cognition!

The wild ancient birds in the depths of the ancient ruins hate the sky and the sky, compared to it, it is like a hill to the ancient Yue, the gap is vast, and the world is shocked.

Such an ancient species, in Zhuo Chuan's feelings, only the eight gods in the Heavenly Monument Secret Realm can compare with it......

Hundreds of miles of long ridges are full of its body, the head of the snake is mammoth, the dragon's horns reach the clouds, the eyes of the sky are closed, and the breath is completely restrained, it is really like a mountain and river vein, if you don't come here, no one can know his true face.

Between the two dragon horns, a magnificent temple rises and falls, hanging in the void, like a legendary heavenly palace that never falls.

"Night Emperor's Palace!"

Zhuo Chuan recognized that the temple suspended in the air was the Night Emperor's Palace where Shitai and others knocked on the door.

Listening to Wu Haoran, when the palace was born, the monks of Sanxian Ridge were the first to arrive, hoping to find some ancient secret treasures and inheritance scriptures.

But there was nothing to be gained from the Three Immortal Mountains, and the monks of the County Lord's Mansion, the Flying Feather Sect, the Demon Wilderness and other forces came one after another, and in the chaos, many monks rushed into the temple gate, looking for opportunities.

However, then a mutation occurred, and the Night Emperor's Palace flew away into the sky, and the monks inside were all lost, including the Hanging Mirror Peak Elder who appeared in the ancient ruins—Elder Cheng Lin!

Now, more than a load of time has passed, and there is no trace of the palace, but I didn't expect it to reappear in Shenluo.

"I don't know what happened to Elder Chenglin......

After confirming that the Longjiaoling Snake was indeed asleep, Zhuo Chuan and Bing Shen Yan bolded up their courage and planned to go to the Night Emperor's Palace to have a look.

Now in the Heavenly Palace, the door of the palace is wide open, the palace is dark and deep, the eyes can't see through, and the scenes inside are covered.

The resonance with the green jade chessboard is in this quaint and vicissitudes of the palace, and it is basically determined that it should be the rest of the Night Emperor Seven Stars, after all, the original black stone flew out of it and was picked up by him.

"From this point of view, the green jade chessboard may also be a secret treasure rushed out of it, but it was not found by Ying Ran Shitai and a few big demons, and it was cheaper than Su Ze. ”

Gradually approaching the head of the behemoth snake, there was obviously no earth-shattering coercive aura, but their hearts still trembled, and their steps were very light, for fear of waking up the dragon horn ridge snake.

"This is the rumored Night Emperor's Palace that flew away from the ancient ruins more than a year ago?" Bing Shenyan muttered softly, it was not too early when he went to the ancient ruins, and he had not seen the so-called Heavenly Palace that would never fall.

And now, he finally witnessed this vicissitudes of the ancient palace.

Magnificent ups and downs, not dependent on external objects, just like the mythical god city, I really don't know what power is supporting it, after tens of thousands of mottled years, time washing, still does not fall dust.

The two cautiously approached, slowly came to the two dragon horns, looked up, even if they were prepared, but under close contact, they were still frightened.

The vicissitudes of the ancient hall have been around for a long time, dating back to the reign of the Night Emperor, more than 40,000 years ago.

The palace has been weathered, like an antiquity salvaged from the long river of time, with indelible old hatreds left over the years, such as mottled time, and the silhouette of the passing years.