After Mo Xiaochuan inspected the second floor of Hongmeng Tower, he saw that the cultivation of Luo Kai and Youxiong Qizhi had come to an end.

"Haha---" Two rampant laughter suddenly erupted.

Luo Kai and Youxiong Qizhi opened their eyes at the same time.

"I'm going to go for a while, it's so powerful, it's so powerful, it's just cool. Luo Kai stood up and looked at his hands coquettishly.

"Big brother, thank you. Youxiong Qizhi forcibly suppressed his indescribable excitement and bowed deeply to Mo Xiaochuan.

Yes, it was Mo Xiaochuan, a young and big boy like the brother next door, who gave him a cultivation boost that he couldn't even think of before.

"It's all the result of your own efforts. You don't have to be polite to me, you must know that this is just the beginning of cultivation. In the future, there are higher realms waiting for us to conquer and leapfrog. Mo Xiaochuan stretched out his hand to help Youxiong Qizhi and said with a smile.

Luo Kai and Youxiong Qizhi each tried their physical strength, which was about equivalent to the innate realm of physical cultivation, but Luo Kai was equivalent to the early stage of the innate realm, and Youxiong Qizhi was equivalent to the middle stage of the innate realm.

Behind the small mountain peak where Mo Xiaochuan and the others were cultivating, they found a portal to the second floor of the dungeon.

"It's all ready, right? No one can guarantee that there is something on the second floor, so be careful. After Mo Xiaochuan finished speaking, he took the lead and walked into the portal.

On the second floor of King Li's underground palace, Mo Xiaochuan and the others appeared on a circular platform similar to an altar in the middle. The altar is made entirely of white bones. The balustrade around the altar is inlaid with a circle of skulls. Floating above each skull were humanoid faces, of all shapes and variety, representing their expressions at death. There is fear, there is enjoyment, there is satisfaction, there is hunger, there is anger, there is greed, etc., in short, this small altar represents the various states of death in the world. It makes people look terrifying, frightened, and broken. I believe that no matter how strong a person is, he will not feel much comfortable when he sees this.

"Oh, I'm going to go, what's the situation with this Nima? I wonder if your King Li is engaged in some evil organization. As soon as Luo Kai saw this scene, he jumped up with a loud scream. The stomach is churning, and the throat and eyes are itchy. Is this purely disgusting and scary?

You see what this King Li has come out, a layer of ghost bats, that disgusting thing that looks like it makes people's scalps tingle. The second-tier skull altar also made those skulls so terrifying. Normal people can do this kind of thing.

Xiong Qizhi is also very puzzled, King Li is respected as the great sage of the Wu clan, of course, not only his cultivation is high, but he has won the recognition of the whole Wu clan in terms of personality charm. But how to explain all this? What kind of composite formation did King Li come up with, King Li's underground palace, how many elite clansmen of the Wu clan had led to their lives, and it can be said that they went forward and succeeded. caused a great injury to the vitality of the Wu clan, and it has not fully recovered until now.

"What I suspect now is that we are sure that we have come to the underground palace of King Li, not the tomb of Emperor Qin. Mo Xiaochuan touched his nose and said with a wry smile.

"I'm going to go, terracotta, boss, tell me, I'm dazzled. Luo Kai jumped up again, rubbing his eyes vigorously with both hands, as if he wanted to rub them out.

"I also want to tell you that we are blinded, but the reality is that what we see is real. Mo Xiaochuan spread his hands helplessly.

Around the altar, with the altar as the center, at a glance, all of them are neatly lined up army phalanxes, cavalry, infantry, archers, broadsword soldiers, and pikemen. Mo Xiaochuan took a general look, as long as he had seen the troops of the ancient cold army period on TV, they were all gathered here. It's like an exhibition of the Nations. Although it looked lifeless, the momentum and fierce killing intent of the soldiers were perfectly emanated, making the entire second floor of King Li's underground palace look depressed and suffocating.

"Big brother, isn't this thing here for fun, right?" Youxiong Qizhi swallowed with difficulty.

"Guess?" Mo Xiaochuan also said helplessly.

"If we are to kill these terracotta warriors to clear the level, I say that we are really hard. Luo Kai looked at the terracotta warriors who couldn't see the edge at all, and his scalp tingled for a while.

"Do you have to kill all these terracotta warriors to pass the level, don't you know if you try it? But if you really want to kill all these terracotta warriors, you must remember to run the body refining technique, the battlefield battle intent and killing intent exuded by these terracotta warriors are the best nourishment for body refining. Mo Xiaochuan said with a smile.

After Mo Xiaochuan finished speaking, Luo Kai and Youxiong Qizhi's eyes lit up, and they would have a deep understanding of the benefits of refining the body. Although the process is difficult, the benefits are real.

Mo Xiaochuan tried to slap the nearest terracotta warrior in the air. "Hey, why haven't you moved? Could it be that these terracotta warriors are just an ornament?" Mo Xiaochuan said in surprise.

"It's not impossible. Maybe it's just confusing us?" Rokai continued.

"Big brother, I saw the terracotta roll of his eyes. At this time, Xiong Qizhi suddenly said.

"Really, why didn't we see it, old man bear, you must be old and dizzy. Luo Kai took a closer look and didn't see any reaction from the terracotta warriors.

"No, I think it's weird, too. Mo Xiaochuan said.

As soon as Mo Xiaochuan's words fell, a series of clicking sounds sounded on the second floor of the underground palace, and the clay covering the terracotta warriors peeled off piece by piece, revealing the true body of the terracotta warriors.

The warriors were dressed in black armor and had faces as if they were cast iron. The eyeballs seem to be inlaid with iron balls, and they make a "gurgling" sound when they turn. Black smoke was puffing from his nostrils, and his mouth was hoarse.

"Oops," a loud shout, and the mountain roared to the altar. The speed of the sound of the true qi urging is so fast that the air, the medium of transmission, cannot keep up, so waves of qi are generated, advancing layer by layer.

Mo Xiaochuan believes that if an ordinary person stands within the range of the qi wave, he may be chopped into powder by the impact of the qi wave. The sharpness of that wave of air is no less than a divine weapon that blows hair, breaks hair, and cuts gold and iron.

This is a master, much higher than the Ghost Bat King. It should be in the late stages of the apocalypse. Mo Xiaochuan was a little eager to try it in his heart, since his physical cultivation had advanced to the Liberation Realm, what he needed most was a hearty battle. He needs passionate passion above all else.

After the long whistle, the underground warriors began to move, and the phalanxes moved in an orderly manner, the archers had already drawn their bows and arrows, and the cavalry had better prepare to charge. The infantry on all sides took up their positions.

Mo Xiaochuan's eyes shrank, after all, that formation was very famous in China.