At this time, the various forces, as well as the many scattered cultivators who were still alive, had already entered this palace.

The battle for treasures is bloody and brutal.

There is no backstage and backing for casual cultivation, and after finding the treasure, it will be hidden as soon as possible, and it is not easy to show it.

But if you are bumped into, you will be met with endless pursuit.

In the first floor of the Tower of Babel, there were many casual cultivators who were lucky enough to find the jade box containing the treasures, but soon those powerful monks saw it and killed the killer without saying a word.

When the palace on the second floor of the Tower of Babel was opened, most of the scattered cultivators had already died because of a few elixirs and a practice that they couldn't use.

Only a small part of them were not bad, and under the call of Ma Tengfei, they united and survived, found the entrance to the second floor, and entered the palace.

When all the monks were concentrated in this palace, the battle for treasures was directly heated in an instant.

A large number of monks were beheaded.

Among them, there are casual cultivators, and there are also people from major forces.

Scuffle, fighting, and wailing seem to have become a slightly sad and cruel music, played in this palace.

"I forgot to ask you before, why did this Dongyang Mountain Eighteen Serial Village Chief Scoop Handle come here alone to hunt for treasures?

Song Ziyang asked while looking at the surrounding environment vigilantly.

In the palm of his hand, he always holds a fire talisman, and the yin-yang mirror in the sea is always in a state of breaking out at any time to prevent sudden danger.

The further I went, the stronger the sense of danger became.

He even had the urge to turn around and run away.

"They are all scattered all over Qingzhou to track down the whereabouts of a person, and my aunt and grandmother are the bosses, so naturally they don't have to go out in person for such a trivial matter!"

Chu Yidao's sword eyebrows frowned, and he said with a solemn face, "There is danger ahead, irresistible danger!"

"Stop, can't go any further!"

Song Ziyang suddenly stopped, his whole body muscles tensed, his forehead was full of sweat, and he said slowly, "I have a hunch that if I move forward, I may die!"

The Yin-Yang Mirror's early warning of danger has reached the extreme.

This danger is like a taut string that breaks if you go a little further.

At this moment, they were standing at the entrance to the left of the main hall gate, where they could see everything in the main hall.

Although this main hall is a little low and strange compared to the side halls around it, when you are in it, you don't feel low, but the eyes are open.

The whole main hall, there are nearly a thousand zhang square, covering an area comparable to a small city, and the top is also fifty or sixty zhang high, looking up, only to see that the roof like a canopy, carved with an incomparably huge picture.

It's still the picture of the gods and immortals kneeling and worshipping.

This should obviously be a majestic and majestic picture of the coming dynasty of ten thousand immortals, but the style is even more eerie.

He looked carefully, and on this magnified countless times map, he clearly saw that every god and every immortal was entangled in shackles, with shackles on his feet, and the expression on his face was extremely painful, as if he was suffering endless torture.

These gods, these immortals, all seem to have a piece of yin and yang torn out of their bodies, silently wailing, roaring, and struggling, making the whole picture dark and terrifying, like purgatory.

And the figure standing in the middle suddenly becomes three-dimensional in the painting, and his figure is incomparably tall, as if he wants to stand up to the sky and the earth, control the endless world, and call him the supreme master.

But on the contrary, with such a tall figure, he exhausted his eyes, and he couldn't see his real appearance.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and if he remembered correctly, the sharp tower like a sharp sword that he saw from a distance seemed to be in the position where the figure stood.

Why is there such a painting? What is the connection between the sharp tower and this figure and this painting? What is the origin of this palace? Why was this Tower of Babel born here, and was it sleeping underground before it was born?

The most important thing is that this is the second floor, and this terrifying palace has appeared, and what about the layers below, what are they inside?

Song Ziyang's heart, almost instantly, endless questions flashed.

He couldn't find an answer.

He also knew that there was probably no one in the world who could give him an answer.

The history of antiquity has long been lost in the long river of time, leaving only endless ruins and devastation.

In the last hundreds of thousands of years of history, the continent was occupied by demons, and human beings struggled in ruins and wilderness, while excavating the heritage left by the ancient period to cultivate and grow, while creating new exercises, and gradually formed the six great sects with a complete inheritance.

Through hundreds of thousands of years of cruel wars, through the bloody sacrifices of countless generations of sages, the six Qimen monks finally led the human race to gain a firm foothold on this continent, drove the demons into the endless mountains in the west, drove the deep sea Daze, drove the demons to the outer lands, and drove the ghosts back to the hidden capital......

This is what the master told him when he was a child, when he first began to practice yin and yang techniques.

In his cognition, gods and immortals are just legends from ancient times, and no one knows whether they really exist.

The layout in the main hall is also extremely strange, and there is no miscellaneous object in the entire hall, only one altar.

A gigantic altar.

The altar is ten feet high, and in the corners of each of the four sides, a statue is erected.

I don't know what material this statue is made of, it is not gold, not wood, not jade or stone, but it is as black as ink, and from a distance, it looks like four ghosts whose whole bodies are wrapped in black robes.

On the altar, there were dry bones everywhere.

I don't know how many years these dry bones have been placed here, but they have lost their original crystal white, turned gray, and some have even turned grayish-brown.

Look at the bones, some are human, some are unknown monsters.

Surrounded by endless dry bones, there was a large altar in the center, and around it, there were more than a dozen small altar arches.

The top of the large altar was empty.

On the small altar, there are jade boxes.

Song Ziyang guessed that what was placed on the big altar was probably the Qimen Supreme Treasure Thunder Bottle born from heaven and earth!

There is no doubt that the treasures that can be placed here are basically the most precious in the entire palace.

Even if it is worse than the Thunder Bottle, it is enough to make ordinary sect families crazy.

However, although these jade boxes were close at hand, Song Ziyang did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Even Chu Yidao, who was so arrogant that he couldn't be beaten, stopped very cautiously at this moment and stood beside Song Ziyang.

"Hey, Chu Ye and this little brother, why don't you go in?"

At this moment, Zhang Jiuling's voice came.

Subsequently, Zhang Jiuling and the middle-aged man in the Qiu family came closer.

Zhang Jiuling was cautious and suspicious by nature, although he came over in a hurry, but when he already felt the danger, he immediately stopped when he saw the two of them stopping.

"You might die if you go in, don't dare to enter, why don't you try?"

Chu Yidao didn't hide it, and said directly.

Zhang Jiuling also saw the jade boxes on the dozen or so small altars at this moment, greed flashed in his eyes, and a look of hesitation and struggle suddenly appeared on his face.

He almost couldn't help but rush over, but his natural caution made him stop rationally.

The taciturn middle-aged man of the Qiu family, looking at the dozen or so jade boxes, could not suppress the greed in his heart, and rushed out with a "whoosh".

He didn't know what kind of trick he had performed, but he was so fast that he seemed to be a flash, and he came to the altar, and was about to jump up, when something happened to him.

The four statues in the four corners of the altar suddenly turned into four black mist and swept towards him in unison.

The speed of the black mist was extremely fast, and it was already enveloping him in the blink of an eye.

"Ahh

This black fog was as black as ink, and it was completely isolated from the detection of spiritual sense, Song Ziyang and the others couldn't see what was going on inside at all, and only heard a terrible wail.

But the wailing lasted less than a breath before it came to an abrupt end.

Then, in less than three breaths, the black mist dissipated, and it returned to its original place and became a statue again, standing in the four corners of the altar.

The middle-aged man of the Qiu family had disappeared, and there was a small pile of crystal white bones on the ground and a Naxu ring full of bite marks.

A high-ranking monk who moved mountains just died?

Not even the slightest room for resistance?

Seeing the traces of the bite, what creatures are hidden in the black mist?

But what creature can live for hundreds of thousands of years without dying?

This terrifying scene made Song Ziyang's back instantly wet with cold sweat.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder: "Master's strength is even stronger than this middle-aged man, it is very limited, so how did he bring the lightning bottle out at that time?"

"Could it be that there is an unknown magic circle hidden in this main hall, and there can be a safe route to get there?"

He thought to himself, and cautiously stepped back a few steps.

Zhang Jiuling was no exception, watching this scene in astonishment, his feet kept retreating, and his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

In fact, just now he was really moved, and he almost went in.

If you go in, there may be more dry bones on the ground.

Only Chu Yidao, the sword eyebrows were upside down, but he seemed to be a little eager to try.

The unknown danger is terrifying, and when this danger is exposed, she is no longer afraid.

She couldn't help but want to jump in and try it, whether it was the sharpness of her own knife or the sharp fangs of an unknown creature in the black mist!

"Huh!"

The overlord knife was unsheathed, and on the swarthy knife body, there seemed to be a violent knife intent flowing.

"My aunt, don't be impulsive!"

Song Ziyang was startled when he saw her expression, and hurriedly whispered.

He really couldn't understand the brain circuit of this violent female man Qingqi, such a terrifying danger, almost ten deaths, she even wanted to go to the battle!

Chu licked his lips excitedly, his eyes were full of excitement, and his face was a little irrepressible war.

But her reason, after all, still prevailed and did not take that step.

"Hell, you guys got there first!"

At this time, an angry voice sounded from behind him.

Then the sound of messy footsteps came from inside the corridor.