After a while, Fang Yuan really couldn't see why, it was like a stone, it was a stone. It must have a history, how it was formed, what type it belongs to, but who can tell how it came about.

The composition of this small world is clear to everyone at a glance, wind, rain, thunder, lightning and flames are all common in the real world. But how they appeared here, how they came to be, no one can say clearly, maybe only the creator knows.

However, Fang Yuan still came to a conclusion, a half-truth and half-truth, this should be made by the ancients, because this small world followed the concept of a round heaven and a round place. Fang Yuan observed that no matter how the clouds above moved, they would not come out of a circular range, and needless to say, the lower layer was square.

Of course, this is not necessarily right, after all, it is quite difficult to build an earth, and it must be called levitated, perhaps the "people" who created this small world are just taking a kind of implication of the round sky and the place. However, Fang Yuan was still more inclined to the ancients to build this place, after all, modern people really can't hide things, there is such a place that has long been taken out to show off or auctioned.

The biggest possibility is that it is still here, the spirit people here, or the director of the spirit city, built this place. But when you think about it, it's unlikely, if the master of the Spirit City built this place, how could he put the treasure inside and let his subordinates take it.

It doesn't make sense to think about it, this small world is shocking, but it looks okay, it's just useless. Fang Yuan and the others hurried up, preparing to pass through that door and take a look at the back.

They didn't know how long this Niwa Palace was, after all, it was all darkness all around. But they only have one way, and that is to keep going, or they will be trapped here. This small world is very attractive, but they can't stay any longer.

The door was located in the middle of this hall, showing a dark golden thick feeling, it didn't look like the previous main door, Fang Yuan thought it looked more like a secret door.

The door was closed very tightly, but it was only tight, not heavy and not locked, and Liu Ziming pushed it open. At this moment, Liu Ziming's red light looks so secure in this dim environment.

The door opened, and there were rows of night pearls inlaid overhead, emitting a little cold light, if the tomb robbers came here, they would definitely go crazy. Everything here looks so simple, but everything is priceless. Even if the white jade steps before, knocking down a corner is still beautiful jade.

The palace after entering the door is a little small, maybe it is really as Fang Yuan thought, although this door is leaning against the middle of the wall, it is like a side door. There were shelves in it, about dozens, all of which were halberds of the ancient infantry.

The cold light was cold, I don't know how many years have passed, these blades are still sharp, Liu Ziming and Song Kai all went up to pick a shot. With Fang Yuan's nod and permission, Li Hu, Wang Qiang, and Ma Ming also took a shot, and Zhu Teng didn't have it, after all, he was too thin.

The Golden Light Shield and Fang Cun returned to Fang Yuan, and the other spirit people looked at Liu Ziming with blank eyes, and they could only be silent. Now they don't dare to move, not to mention the square inches that have fallen asleep, the momentum displayed by Liu Ziming alone is enough to sweep them.

Liu Ziming was not satisfied with taking a shot, the shaft of the halberd didn't know what it was made of, anyway, it wasn't metal. Liu Ziming cut several sections, about five or six handles, and the long halberd turned into a short halberd, tying the strips of cloth they had used to wear before behind their backs.

Originally, there were more than seventy spirit people, and more than sixty people who had succumbed to Pan Guo's obscenity, but now in addition to Fang Yuan's ten, there were less than fifty others left. Either his head was unscrewed or thrown into the darkness, and even those who were in pain on the ground before couldn't get up followed.

Fang Yuan and they were like shepherds, driving away these spirit people, Fang Yuan didn't want to do this, but in an extraordinary period, he could only put away those mercy hearts.

There was still a door leading to the back, Fang Yuan estimated it, this hall plus the one with the small world in front of it, the longitudinal length was already 100 meters. This also means that these 100 meters are completely in the unknown space in the dark, even if there are no mechanisms in these palaces, but this is already a dangerous place in itself.

This small door is different from the previous one, it is made of wood, and it feels light to the touch. The door was wood yellow, somewhat like peachwood, but the talisman carved on it made Fang Yuan very uncomfortable.

It is a kind of Zhenling talisman, which does not belong to the Zhangjia Heavenly Master's Mansion and the Zhongjia Tianshifu, nor does it belong to the Taoist sects such as Wudang Dragon and Tiger, Maoshan and Laoshan. It is a kind of wild fox Zen, which the old heavenly master of the Zhang family once said in a lecture, this is to keep his soul from dissipating and forcibly imprison his soul.

On the small wooden yellow door, I don't know if it was cinnabar or blood, scarlet carved the spirit talisman, making Fang Yuan a little like a man's back. He looked back at Song Kai and the others, I don't know who understands these things, see what can be done.

Fang Yuan directly skipped Liu Ziming, this guy didn't know the foundation of his formation, let alone expect to be able to memorize these things. Song Kai and the others were also puzzled, this thing is really out of the way, although spells are not a secret in the guild, but not everyone really understands it.

At this time, Zhu Teng spoke up in the back and said cautiously: "A few little grandfathers, I know a little bit about them. ”