In this darkness, only this nine-story palace emitted a faint light, and the rest were extremely dark.

At this moment, Lin Luo's arrogant words in the Wu clan all came to naught, according to what he thought, his own life could not be saved, how could he do things for others.

Running down the steps quickly, each step was many times faster than before, and at this moment, the voice sounded again, "Rats!"

The voice sounded again, and Lin Luo's pace of running back was just a pause, and he went down the steps without even looking back.

It's just that the voice sounded again, "How can you be so cowardly, how can you become a big thing, it's better to go back, so as not to be embarrassed here." ”

No matter how sarcastic this voice is, Lin Luo doesn't answer, just joking, it doesn't matter if he is sarcastic, this palace with a gloomy atmosphere is definitely not a good place.

"You go, go out and leave the Wu Clan, find a no-man's land, and fend for yourself. ”

At first, the voice that stopped making a sound no matter how much he asked, at this time it was like a chatterbox, chattering endlessly, but Lin Luo didn't say a word, just sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and recuperated.

"With this courage, it's really not as good as an ordinary woman, and it's a waste of ancient resources to live. ”

......。

The sarcasm continued, and finally Lin Luo couldn't stand it, opened his eyes, and shouted: "Who are you, what about me, you have the ability to show up." ”

"You are not worthy to see me. ”

Lin Luo pursed his lips, "Just your thoughts, you really think I'm going to be fooled, don't you just want me to enter this palace? I won't be fooled, what can you do?"

"Lin Luo, save me!ah! help! Don't come here!"

Lin Luo stood up suddenly, and the voice was undoubtedly sunny.

"Sunny, where are you?"

"Lin Luo, help, save me....... ”

Qingtian's voice grew weaker and weaker until it came to an abrupt end.

Lin Luo, who originally killed and didn't plan to enter the palace, finally had a trace of anger in his eyes, "It's really despicable to shoot at a weak woman, and you have the ability to rush at the master." ”

"You can't even go up to the palace, so if you say anything big, you better go back, so as not to be ashamed. ”

"Have the ability to show your body!"

The surroundings fell into deathly silence again, Lin Luo looked up at the gloomy palace, stepped out, and went up the steps again.

This time the speed was obviously much faster than before, and even if the pressure from the top of the head bent the neck halfway through, there was still no intention of stopping.

It's just that as he got closer and closer to the palace, Lin Luo's whole person was no longer able to move normally, and he could only climb up on all fours, and his long shirt was already wet with sweat.

This sense of oppression is a little different from the golden dragon ancestor exuded in the burial immortal Tai, which is coercion, and he doesn't want people to get close, and today's sense of oppression is just a simple oppression, like a tempering for him, and he also found that this oppression is not gradually increasing with the rise of the steps, but very cleverly at a critical point that your body bears, neither beyond your ability, nor will it make you easy.

Lin Luo, who understood this, corrected his mentality, exhaled lightly, and continued to crawl upward step by step.

Although this sense of oppression did not harm Lin Luo, at this time, he could not move forward any further, even if he stretched out his hand, he could not take the next step.

Since he knew that this sense of oppression was tempering his body, Lin Luo, who was originally planning to run the Pangu Sutra, gave up this idea, and had such a good opportunity, of course, he had to make good use of it.

All this seems simple, but Lin Luo, as a party to the party, doesn't know how much oppression he has to bear, and every time when Lin Luo is about to be unable to bear it, the oppression will weaken, and after being strong and weak a few times, the aura in Lin Luo's body began to move, and all of them began to rotate around the hundred remains.

On the hundred remains, with the rotation of the aura, it began to emit a faint light.

The light was milky white at first, and then it changed to gold, and the "Pangu Sutra" also operated on its own in an instant, one after another golden filaments wrapped around the body, and the aura in the body finally turned golden, moving around the hundred remains, inside and outside the body, two different cycles were carried out together.

The original crystal clear remains, surrounded by these golden aura, actually changed towards gold.

The feeling of oppression on the top of his head lightened, and Lin Luo, who was pressed and could only crawl, was finally able to arch his body, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he roared, and finally straightened his back.

Lin Luo, who closed his eyes, felt it deeply, and was also quite curious about the aura that turned golden, and couldn't help but say to himself: "It's a little interesting." ”

In fact, what Lin Luo didn't know was that at this time, he had successfully practiced the third level of the "Pangu Sutra", and he was just one step away from making another breakthrough and directly entering the scroll.

This can be said to be an opportunity, if there is no such sense of oppression, he will not practice the third level of the flood scroll so easily, looking at the entire desolate ancient, there is a genius who once entered the sainthood, but I have never heard of anyone who can once make a breakthrough in the exercises.

"Huh?" a soft sound came from the top of the palace.

The sense of oppression was still there, but it couldn't have any impact on Lin Luo, and he looked up at the palace that was not far away, "That's it, come again!"

No matter how much this sense of oppression is enhanced, it will not have any effect on Lin Luo.

Lin Luo, who was relaxed, originally thought of borrowing a few strengths and went straight to the ninth layer, but after thinking about it carefully, forget it, if everything was so simple, Xing Zhen would not have repeatedly entrusted himself.

He simply put his hands behind his back, walked towards the palace with leisurely steps, and finally stepped in front of the palace door.

Close, carefully measure this palace, it is not built upwards at all, but each palace is an independent existence, extending backwards, but this body is too dark, not too clear to see, and then look at the gate, and this palace is a material, the gate is more than ten zhang high, smooth on it, without a little decoration or pattern.

Qingtian was in the last palace, and now Lin Luo, who didn't know how to study this palace anymore, stretched out his hand and pushed directly towards the gate, but before he could touch the gate, the gate opened on its own.

There is nothing special about the inside of the gate, the palace shines on its own, but it illuminates the inside, and there is nothing superfluous in the empty palace, not even the seats.

The only thing that was unique was a rusty knife hanging from the wall.

"It's weird. ”

In order to be safe, Lin Luo held the black stick in his hand, and then stepped into the palace.

The imaginary danger did not appear, and the doors that I thought would close by themselves were still wide open.

Lin Luo, who didn't dare to be careless, tightened his hand holding the black stick, and walked carefully towards the end of the door step by step.

Just as Lin Luo was walking in the center of the main hall, he heard a soft sound, "Ding!"

It was a soft sound of hitting metal, but no matter how Lin Luo searched, he couldn't find the source of the sound.

"Ding!"

Finally, Lin Luo saw the rusty long knife hanging on the wall vibrate.

As the long knife vibrated more and more frequently, the rust on it also began to fall.

Debris fell to the ground and gathered more and more.

Gradually, these detritus began to wriggle and outline the outline of a person.

"I knew it wasn't that simple. ”

Lin Luo stared at the figure silhouette for a moment.

One of the fingers of the humanoid silhouette first moved, and then there was a sound of metal grinding.

The rust-shaped figure stiffened to its feet.

The long knife hanging on the wall shook more and more, and the humanoid silhouette that stood up turned his head to look at the long knife, and his face, which had no facial features, seemed to show a smile, and reached out towards the long knife's virtual claws, and the long knife flew out directly and fell into the hands of the humanoid silhouette.

Lin Luo, who was strictly guarding, placed the black stick on his chest, and the silhouette of this humanoid in front of him did not have a trace of life fluctuations at all, let alone cultivation fluctuations.

At the moment when he held the long knife, his stiff body became flexible, and the long knife also gave birth to flame-like light.

"Holy soldiers?"

In Lin Luo's opinion, the fluctuations emitted on this long knife now are undoubtedly holy soldiers, but on the long knife body, it is densely covered with cracks, and there are also many gaps on the blade.

With a knife cut directly, Lin Luo, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped directly to the side.

The humanoid silhouette shook the long knife in his hand again, as if familiar.

He played a few knife flowers by himself, his whole body jumped up, and he held the long knife with both hands and slashed towards Lin Luo.

Lin Luo squinted his eyes and stared at the long knife, the long knife that was slashed down was still the same long light, in his opinion, there were thousands of long knives slashing at him, and these long knives blocked all of Lin Luo's retreats.

There was no other way, so he set up the black stick and went straight to the long knife.

"Bell!"

The long knife slashed at the black stick, and Lin Luo felt a huge force coming, and the whole person knelt directly on one knee.

The humanoid silhouette fell to the ground, staring blankly at the long knife in his hand, as if reminiscing.

The long knife roared lightly, and the light on it was even worse, and the humanoid silhouette was very casual, and the knife slashed at Lin Luo in the air.

A knife-shaped match came straight towards Lin Luo, and Lin Luo easily dodged.

Lin Luo finally understood that this humanoid silhouette must have been a saint before his death, and it must have been as Xingzhen said, this person should be an obsession left behind by this ancestral witch, and then attached to his weapon.

As the humanoid silhouette moves more and more, it becomes more and more agile.

Of course, Lin Luo couldn't let it go on like this, otherwise, even if he recovered a little bit of saint strength, he, a small monk in the middle of the artistic conception, would not be able to deal with it.

The black stick was too short to be used as a weapon at all, so he simply returned the black stick out.

The black stick smashed into the humanoid silhouette, and the latter raised the knife with ease, but it still underestimated the power of the black stick.

Just as the black stick slammed into the long knife, the entire body of the humanoid silhouette flew upside down until it hit the wall.

The black stick went and returned, Lin Luo looked at the silhouette of the human figure, and said with a smile: "Surprised, surprised?"

The silhouette of the human figure could not make a sound, but the hand holding the long knife should have angered it.

The humanoid silhouette also learned from Lin Luo, and directly threw the long knife in his hand, but he threw it into the air.

The long knife hung high in the air, and the light on it was overflowing, and the breath of the holy soldier came out.

It was not the first time Lin Luo had come into contact with the Holy Soldier, let alone the first time he had fought against the Holy Soldier, he knew how terrifying the aura of the Holy Soldier was, that day in the Dragon Clan, if there was no Long Qing'er's Nine Dragons Protector to resist, I was afraid that he would have been beaten into a blood mist by the long whip of the Elder Qinglong, and then he was forced to receive a punch from the Elder Qinglong, if there was no trace of chaotic qi, he would also die.

The light emitted by the long knife in the sky was strong and weak, but the area it covered became wider and wider, and finally, the entire palace was filled with light.

Although this long knife is a remnant soldier, it is a holy soldier after all, and Lin Luo is in the light, and he doesn't dare to be careless at all.