It has been a few days or so since the last time he killed the guardian of the Lu clan, but since the first day, Zhao Xin has found that there is no night at all in this place, the sun rises and sets, the sun sets and the sun rises, only about two hours apart, only that trace of sunset can make him feel the tranquility of the sunset.

After a few days, Zhao Xin found the existence of guardians here, and of course some caves of fierce beasts, but for safety, Zhao Xin did not get too close, but quietly observed from the side.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a thatched hut that is not too big or small, and every sunrise four people will go out, and every hour one person will come back to check it out, and when the sun sets, they will all come back and wait until the sun rises to go out again.

Zhao Xin has been observing this thatched house for a long time, and always feels that there is something terrible in this thatched house, and today Zhao Xin plans to find out, after all, no matter how beautiful the place is, you can't stay for a lifetime, you still have to find a way to go.

At sunrise, the door of the thatched hut opened, and out of it came four people, each with very different spirits and a domineering atmosphere.

After a while, Zhao Xin felt that the gang had gone away, so he tiptoed close to the thatched hut, and stood outside the thatched hut with a cup of tea, and then quietly opened the door of the thatched hut.

"Wow"

Entering the grass house, Zhao Xin suddenly felt a biting cold wind hitting him, and he couldn't help but hit a spirit. Rao is a body like Zhao Xin, and he is also a little unbearable.

It was also when he entered the thatched hut that Zhao Xin found that a thatched hut on the surface was actually an entrance, and the cold air was blowing from this entrance.

The cave was pitch black, reaching out and not seeing his five fingers, Zhao Xin stepped on the stairs step by step, getting colder and colder, and finally Zhao Xin could only urge the essence blood to resist this cold.

This hole is very deep, at least from Zhao Xin's walk for more than half an hour, it can be seen that this hole is at least more than a thousand meters long.

"Who built such a hole," Zhao Xin muttered to himself. During this period, only the sound of his own footsteps echoed in the hole.

After walking for another half an hour, I finally saw a dim candlelight, the current temperature can almost freeze people to death, but fortunately, Zhao Xin has ice veins and is relatively frost-resistant, otherwise others would have frozen.

When Zhao Xin walked to the end of the stairs, he finally saw the whole picture of this place, this was not a cave at all, but an underground palace, and by the dim candlelight Zhao Xin found that he couldn't see the strength at all.

Zhao Xin made a slight calculation, there are probably hundreds of rooms here, and there seems to be a huge tuyere in this underground palace, blowing all this cold wind flow in this underground palace.

To say that this oil lamp is the most powerful, the flame swayed with the cold wind, but it was not extinguished, I found an oil lamp and took it down and looked at it, the grease was slightly diluted, not like ordinary lamp oil, to like human oil.

After this thought rose from his heart, he felt that this underground palace was full of strange feelings.

"Da Da Da"

A rush of footsteps suddenly sounded, and Zhao Xin was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he was still a little taboo about it.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the sound echoing in the dungeon is getting louder and louder, mixed with the whistling wind, I can't tell how many people there are, like a person or a group of people, Zhao Xin hurriedly found a room and got in.

"Knock"

There was a muffled sound, and the back of Zhao Xin's head hurt, and the candlelight outside couldn't shine inside the room, so he couldn't see what it was.

Dodging around the object, and then walking into the room, he touched several hard objects one after another, and the cold air was breathing, and it was not clear what they were because they could not be seen.

"Da Da Da ......"

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and only the whistling wind was still blowing.

Zhao Xin gradually couldn't see the door, it seemed that the light outside couldn't come in, and he couldn't see it inside, as if he had been swallowed by a demon in his mouth, and he couldn't see it at all.

The footsteps stopped for a full quarter of an hour, and then suddenly sounded, and gradually the sound grew farther and farther away, until at last it was inaudible.

Gradually, in retrospect, it must have been one of those four people who had returned, and now they were gone.

In order to be safe, Zhao Xin waited here for a while, and suddenly felt that something cold was against his lower back, which suddenly made Zhao Xin feel a little creepy.

The palm of the palm sacrificed the fireball, slowly looked back, the eye was a pair of blood-red fangs, long hair hung down to the waist, looking up at the blood-red face looked particularly hideous, a pair of glowing eyes. There was an icy chill on his body, and it was obvious that the other party was already a corpse.

"Jiuli ......"

Zhao Xin took a few steps back, bumped into the cold thing behind him, and raised his hand to see the corpse of a member of the Jiuli clan.

After seeing the situation under him, Zhao Xin took a deep breath of cold air, and there were tens of thousands of corpses of Jiuli people neatly arranged in the room of this underground palace, but it seemed that they were frozen by someone, and they all became ice sculptures. Although these were already dead bodies, it also surprised Zhao Xin too much.

Walking through several rooms in a row, there were tens of thousands of corpses of the Jiuli people in each room, and Zhao Xin roughly calculated that there were millions of corpses in this underground palace.

"Who put them here, and what is their intention?" Zhao put a big question mark in his confidence.

To say that the Jiuli clan can be traced back to the Yanhuang period, the Jiuli clan and the Dongyi clan and the old department of the ancient demon god Chiyou, it is rumored that the Jiuli clan and the Dongyi clan are brutal, but the combat power is amazing, and the number of Chiyou is even more dependent on these two clans to fight against the five emperors, and the five emperors have fought with them for tens of thousands of years before they were defeated with difficulty, but they were also hurt heavily. The direct bloodline inheritors of the Five Emperors are almost extinct for this, so in order to reproduce the offspring, find some ordinary people with weak bloodlines, which is why there are the Eight Great Divine Clans, as well as the guardians and the thousands of descendants of Yan and Huang later.

Now that the Jiuli clan has seen the light of day, Zhao Xin didn't know what to do for a while, and burned this place? Zhao Xin was not sure if it would be self-defeating, but let these Jiuli people come back to life, although it sounded too ridiculous, but this demon clan in ancient times had too many legends, so that Zhao Xin did not dare to act rashly. If this army is resurrected, these guardians may not be vulnerable at all, and the Jiuli clan here has a million times as many guardians.

Walking in the direction of this underground palace, Zhao Xin always felt that there might be some secrets about this underground palace there.

The cold wind was howling, cold and biting, and the gusts of wind seemed to be like a fierce beast roaring, which made people shudder when they heard it.

Flickering candlelight, a figure twisted and swayed in the candlelight.

This underground palace seemed to have no end, so that Zhao Xin had a full hour, and during this time, another person came back to check, but Zhao Xin avoided it.

Finally, when Zhao Xin almost lost hope, he came to the end and was blocked by a stone door.