"Young, young master......" The people of the ancient clan were stunned one by one at the moment, and their faces were full of shock and disbelief. They wiped their eyes vigorously, they really couldn't imagine that the young master of the high-ranking ancient clan would die tragically in an inferior empire.

A group of people looked at the place where the young master of the ancient clan disappeared, and they only smelled a faint fishy smell in their noses, but they could no longer see the arrogant and domineering figure. Everyone only felt that their throats were extremely dry, their lips squirmed, and they spit out the words 'young master' with difficulty.

Thousands of ancient corpses were still roaring, frantically slaughtering everyone, as if they wanted to kill everyone present and bury their bones here.

Ling Feng finally left, striding towards the direction of the main hall. He knew that although these ancient corpses now had the upper hand in numbers, as the hole cards of that group of warriors were exhausted, these ancient corpses would not be able to hold out for long. He had to take advantage of the time when everyone was besieged to take out the Red Star Source, and of course, he wouldn't let go of the other treasures.

He came to the door of the main hall, looked up at the turquoise patina and a thick layer of dust on the knocker, and felt a sense in his heart that things were wrong.

Finally, his hand touched the knocker, and with the contact of his palm, the door that had been sealed for thousands of years finally opened again.

Squeak.

The incomparably heavy bronze door creaked, and then 'boomed' and moved to both sides. There was a smell of ancient vicissitudes that had been sealed for thousands of years, and the spiritual power in the body seemed to run faster unconsciously.

Ling Feng only felt that his mind was extremely happy, and even his eyes became three points brighter. Then, he glanced back at the martial artist who was still struggling among the countless ancient corpses, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a beautiful arc like the sun. Then, the ancient incantation was sounded again.

As the incantation sounded, thousands of ancient corpses suddenly roared, put down all their opponents, and then turned around and converged towards the gate of the main hall. All of them stood outside the door of the main hall, lined up in circles, their eyes flashing with a strange ferocity, like eternal guards.

They have to use what little will they have to guard the Hall of Equilibrium!

Only by gathering these ancient corpses can we better exert their strength. If they are scattered, they will soon be bombarded and killed by those warriors in batches. Ling Feng understood this very well in his heart, so he made this decision.

Shout..

After arranging these, his body turned into a ray of light and flickered towards the depths of the main hall.

In the ancient hall, Ling Feng's small body swept by. He looked over and saw a majestic statue standing in the center of the hall.

The statue is about 100 zhang high, and the whole body is made of white jade. At this moment, the figure in the statue looked up at the sky, his face was full of unruly smiles, as if he didn't care about the sky.

And that statue, there seemed to be an incomparably fierce majestic momentum emanating from the whole body, which actually made Ling Feng feel a feeling of wanting to worship in his heart.

He glanced at the face of the statue man, and then there was a roar in his mind, and his face was full of disbelief.

The man engraved on this statue is naturally the supreme genius who was a powerful man thousands of years ago, the Emperor of Balance!

Ling Feng pondered for a long time, and then spat out a voice in horror: "It's him, how could it be him?" His expression was extremely exaggerated, as if he was crazy.

"He—who?" the little demon couldn't help but ask.

"Ling Ang!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred. Finding that the Emperor of Equilibrium and Ling Ang looked somewhat similar, he no longer had the slightest respect for this statue.

The little demon was stunned, then sighed, and finally didn't say anything. Is it similar to Ling Ang, or is it similar to you?

It was no wonder that Ling Feng thought of Ling Ang at first sight when he saw the Emperor of Equilibrium, because the age of this statue was middle-aged, so naturally he looked more like Ling Ang than him.

"Where's Red Star Source?" Ling Feng threw these irritating thoughts out of his mind and ignored the statue. Instead, he kept looking around, searching for anything suspicious, and then couldn't help but spit out a voice.

"Red Star Source is sealed in this statue, and it needs the Falling Flower Sword as a key to open it!" the little demon's voice came out again.

Hearing this, there was a look of disdain in Ling Feng's eyes, and he faintly spit out a voice: "It's just a statue, and you still need a key!" The words landed, his body rose into the air, and with a turn of his palm, the spiritual power in his body gushed out wildly.

Then, with a deep sigh, he slapped directly at the statue's head.

"Wait ......" Before the little demon finished speaking, Ling Feng had already burst out with a palm.

The palm print, which condensed into substance, slammed into the statue fiercely, and the incomparably powerful spiritual power exploded violently. In Ling Feng's eyes, he saw that after the statue was attacked, it turned out to be a flickering all over his body, and then directly bounced his palm prints out.

Ling Feng, who didn't have the slightest mental preparation, was directly hit by the palm print, and then his body flew out upside down, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood in midair.

Only then did the little demon helplessly spit out the unfinished words: "Wait, this statue will bounce and attack!" It's just that his voice is getting quieter and quieter, obviously a little embarrassed.

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and finally had a hint of jealousy in his eyes, and only after a while did he say helplessly: "Where is the Falling Flower Sword?"

"No!" the little demon couldn't help but appear, and the chubby little finger pointed to the left side hall.

Without any nonsense, Ling Feng went directly towards the side hall. The space of this hall is too large, and if you don't hurry up, there will definitely be accidents.

Even at full speed, it still took half an hour to reach the side hall. This side hall is exactly the same as the main hall, and there is also a statue in the center, but the person has changed.

The statue was a masked woman. Her face was full of gentleness, there seemed to be autumn waves in her eyes, the green silk hung down naturally, and the white dress was like snow. It gives people the feeling that they can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with.

Even if the light veil is masked, that peerless face still can't be hidden. Just a statue could give Ling Feng a great shock.

"Snow Lord!" he couldn't help but spit out a voice.

And at this time, the little demon shouted violently: "Who is hiding behind the statue?!" It's just that his voice has a hint of immaturity and doesn't have much majesty.

Ling Feng was awakened from the shock, his eyes looked at the back of the statue, as if he sensed something. Immediately, his face changed, and he said coldly: "Who is it, come out!"

The spiritual power wrapped the sound, resounding in the main hall, echoing for a long time.

Under his angry shouting, the figure hiding behind the statue finally revealed a corner of the white dress. It's just that there seems to be a cold sword at the neck of that figure.

Ling Feng's heart shook suddenly, as if he had thought of something, and asked in confusion, "Xue'er?"

(End of chapter)