Without the disturbance of the girl, He Zichuan finished reading all the murals in the Origin Hall in one go, these murals depicted the geographical changes of the Nine Secret Mansion from its appearance to tens of thousands of years later, and the various styles and causes were clear at a glance, just like opening the door of a treasure house, spreading out some of the mysteries of the creation in front of He Zichuan, like a naked girl, beautiful and undisguised, many interface laws that even the Divine Realm monks did not know much about were imprinted into his mind like this, although most of them he could not understand for a while, but as long as time passed, as his perception of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth increased day by day, his cultivation continued to improve, and one day, he was able to obtain unimaginable valuable wealth from it, and was even able to greatly increase the potential and upper limit of his entire cultivation path. I am afraid that such an opportunity will be coveted even by a Divine Realm cultivator, and for He Zichuan, who is only in the early stage of the Holy Realm, it is simply indescribable to even dream of it.

At this moment alone, as soon as he finished reading those creation murals, although there was nothing that could be understood, it still made a huge wave rise in He Zichuan's heart, and the seedling that symbolized the "Dao" rose wildly again, and with a "snap" sound, the first sprout was issued, and then the branches and leaves continued to grow, and in an instant, it grew from a small seedling that had just emerged to a small tree with lush foliage. He felt that a shackle in his body fell to the ground like a mirror, crackling and shattering, and a light, warm feeling of comfort filled his body, almost making him moan.

All the pores on his body were open, like small mouths waiting to be fed, greedily sucking the aura in the air. The concentration of aura in the Heavenly Hades Hall was more than three times that of the outside world, and it was much higher in the Origin Hall, which made He Zichuan even more like a fish in water.

The huge aura was stripped out of the air and gathered rapidly, as if it was stirred by an invisible hand, with He Zichuan as the center of the circle, forming a cyclone that seemed to rotate slowly and rapidly, rushing into his body.

He Zichuan closed his eyes tightly, gusts of wind rose from his body, the spiritual pressure fluctuated high and low, and traces of cyan mana continued to leak out, and he was wrapped in a steady stream of abundant spiritual energy and returned to his body.

His spiritual pressure was rising like a wild horse on the loose, and after just a cup of tea, he had already broken through the early stage of the Holy Realm, and was still soaring all the way up, without the slightest sign of stopping. After another time of about a stick of incense, his surging spiritual pressure hit the embankment like a surging flood peak, and the skyrocketing momentum was paused, but he was still accumulating strength and persevering to hit the bottleneck.

He Zichuan's cheeks turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was full of pain. Seeing that the cyclone composed of spiritual energy is gradually thinning, the momentum of the spiritual pressure rising is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems that the stamina is already insufficient. He Zichuan secretly said in his heart: "It's not good, could it be that the formation of this hall is too strong and isolates the aura of the outside world?" Although the aura of this hall alone can make him rise to the next level, which is already very amazing, but it is far from enough for the needs of the great opportunity at this moment, what should I do...... Gotta figure it out!"

In fact, He Zichuan's situation at this time is very critical, he has had many epiphnies in a short period of time, and his cultivation has been greatly improved in a blowout, but if he can't break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop with the help of such a powerful impact, then after being washed and baptized by a blowout, the bottleneck will inevitably become unimaginably strong, and unless he has another adventure in the future, it is likely that it will be difficult to break through that bottleneck in this life. In history, due to a chance that was not grasped well, it led to the solidification of cultivation, and although there were not many things that became the laughing stock of the world, they really existed, and he saw that he was about to follow in the footsteps of others, so how could he not be surprised?

Just when he was in a hurry, he didn't know what formation was touched in the Origin Palace, and strange runes slowly flashed out on the walls, ground, and even the roof of the entire hall, and the amazing aura was as thick as water from all corners of the hall, and those aura slowly converged, and it really formed a gurgling trickle, surging towards He Zichuan.

The stream of spiritual energy flowed down his open seven orifices and pores, entered his body, and immediately exploded into a massive amount of spiritual energy. He Zichuan's eyes widened, and the spiritual pressure on his body, which was still constantly impacting the bottleneck, instantly regained ten percent of his vitality, like a tiger that had eaten and drunk enough to recuperate, and viciously pounced on the bottleneck blocking the road in front of him.

However, the bottleneck seemed to be extremely tenacious, and he refused to easily bow his head and admit defeat, and although he had declined under the attack of the tiger, he was not defeated for a long time, and the battle began to become anxious.

However, under the support of the incredibly rich aura of the Heavenly Hades Temple, He Zichuan sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and fought with the bottleneck unhurriedly.

After another stick of incense, just when He Zichuan began to feel overwhelmed, the bottleneck was suddenly broken through with a "bang". In an instant, He Zichuan's body made a crackling sound, the spiritual pressure and mana skyrocketed several times, the meridians were thicker than a circle, the body's reaction speed and recovery speed were more than doubled, and his five senses were more acute. At this moment, although his mana is a little vain, as long as he meditates and cultivates for a few years, he can completely stabilize his foundation and truly jump over the threshold that others can't jump over for thousands of years, or even a lifetime.

All the murals in the Hall of Origin suddenly lost their color and quickly dimmed, and then the entire hall slowly lost its luster as if weathered, and then the mottled layer of the hall that lost its luster was like a sand sculpture blown by the wind, shattering into countless stars, and gradually dissipating with the violent air current.

"It turns out that I absorbed the aura in these murals," He Zichuan whispered, and the other party was afraid of the danger that had just broken through. He didn't expect that even under the epiphany, with such a huge aura support, he would be so reluctant to break through the bottleneck of the late stage of the Holy Realm, if it was a normal cultivation, without more than a thousand years, without failing three or five times, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to break through to the late stage of the Holy Realm.

At this time, the main hall seemed to have been stripped of a layer, revealing a dark background, and the originally bright and somewhat dazzling light gradually disappeared and became dim.

He Zichuan thought about his thoughts, looked at the bare wall, and suddenly sighed softly, and exclaimed, "This is...... Black Shining Crystal!" He stroked the black wall, his heart shocking. Black Shine Crystal is a very precious formation material, when arranging the formation, just adding such a piece the size of a fingernail can instantly multiply the power of the formation. However, the Black Yao Crystal is very rare, and it can be called unavoidable, even the strongest mountain protection array in Jinchuan is just a few fist-sized Black Yao Crystals dotted in a few key places, I didn't expect that all the walls and floors, and maybe the ceiling in this hall are all made of Black Yao Crystal.

"How much of an anti-heaven can the power of this hall formation reach?" He Zichuan couldn't help but think, although he was not a greedy person, and he hadn't thought about getting anything from the Heavenly Hades Temple before, but in the face of such a huge temptation, he still couldn't help but take out a delicate short dagger, pry up a three-foot cubic black spar floor under his feet, and carefully preserve it in his own small world.

The girl who was stunned by He Zichuan's advancement only came back to her senses at this time, and she didn't care about being angry, and asked He Zichuan: "Hey, pervert, what were you doing just now, and now you are prying a black floor tile again, are you angry with me?"

He Zichuan was in a good mood, he had just experienced a great opportunity, and then he discovered such a huge amount of black spar, I am afraid that whoever else would be full of expectations for the Heavenly Hades Palace, how could he take care of arguing with that girl?

He smiled at the girl and said, "Not angry, on the contrary, I am very happy now, don't look at this floor tile seems to be black and disgusting, but it is precious to me." ”

"Really?" asked the girl incredulously.

Seeing that He Zichuan nodded as a matter of course, she wanted to say that if it was a good thing, she would also get a piece, but it can be seen that the black floor tiles don't look like they are valuable, and they seem to be very heavy, so she swallowed back the words that came to her lips and said again: "The beautiful mural is gone, are we still here?"

He Zichuan said with a smile: "I have seen what I should see, and I have taken what I should take, and it is not interesting to stay any longer, of course I have to go shopping elsewhere." ”

With that, he took the girl and walked towards the gate in the depths of the main hall. The whole hall is actually not large, but it looks very empty because it is not furnished. The two of them walked only thirty or forty steps to a door, and the girl happily pulled the doorknob back, and the carved door, which seemed to be very heavy, was easily opened by her.

The moment the door opened, the girl's face turned pale in an instant, and she screamed "ah". He Zichuan's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"

The girl shook her head, barely showed a smile, and said, "I don't know, but I suddenly have some heart palpitations." ”

He Zichuan was about to release her divine thoughts to confirm her safety, but she took a step back and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's all right now." ”

"Really?" He Zichuan asked suspiciously.

The girl smiled and nodded, regaining her spring breeze-like vitality. He Zichuan nodded and advised, "Be careful, and tell me if you feel unwell." With that, he turned and walked out of the main hall.

Seeing that He Zichuan no longer asked, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, but the smile on her face disappeared in an instant, and a thick worry climbed up her cheeks.

He Zichuan's spiritual sense increased greatly at this time, and when he stepped through that gate, he keenly felt that he seemed to be out of the protection of several formation prohibitions at that moment, which once again made him feel incredible about the strength of this hall.

Outside the main hall is a long street, the light is very dim, the sky is almost completely black, in He Zichuan's perception, that kind of darkness is not the darkness of the night, but the effect created by a powerful formation, as if this Heavenly Hades Temple is buried underground.

He kicked his feet on the ground, and suddenly rushed out, and found that he only flew up seven or eight zhang, and his body seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and then up to one zhang, his body suddenly increased several times, and his body was faintly difficult to support.

"Sure enough, it's the power of the magic circle, such a powerful forbidden air ban" He Zichuan landed lightly and muttered to himself. After speaking, he turned his head to the girl and said, "It seems that I can only walk by my feet, let's go." ”

"Ahh......h Okay, let's go. The preoccupied girl was awakened by He Zichuan, and she was absent-mindedly perfunctory.

He Zichuan saw that the girl's expression was a little flustered, and he just wanted to ask her if she was still a little unwell, but suddenly her eyes fluttered and she frowned. With a flick of his robe in his left hand, a sword qi roared out, forming a wind blade in mid-air, shooting diagonally towards a pillar more than ten zhang away.

The sharp wind blade split the pillar in two like a quick knife cutting tofu, and a figure hurriedly flashed out from behind the pillar, which was able to avoid the wind blade, and rolled on the spot in embarrassment, looking at He Zichuan in surprise and saying, "How did you find me?"

He Zichuan saw the person clearly, his eyes narrowed, and he sneered: "It turned out to be Mr. Mo, don't come to harm, right?" It turned out that the person who flashed out from behind the pillar was none other than the Mr. Mo who rescued the Wei City Lord under He Zichuan and sent several Saint Realm masters to besiege He Zichuan and Mo Yan.

After the initial panic, Mr. Mo saw that He Zichuan was still the same as before, and did not make a sneak attack, his surprise gradually disappeared, and he said with a smile: "The old man and Qingfeng Sword are really fateful, I didn't expect to meet here." ”

A burst of anger flashed on He Zichuan's face, and he said coldly: "Mr. Mo's words are wrong, thanks to you and the forces behind you, Senior Sister Xia was killed, and he was expelled from the sect, and the title of Qingfeng Sword is no longer deserved." ”

Seeing that He Zichuan's face was full of anger but he wanted to pretend to be calm, Mr. Mo's heart was even more settled, and he said fearlessly: "Oh, in that case, why don't Mr. He simply join the forces behind the old man, wouldn't it be nice for you and me to conspire for a great cause?"

He Zichuan laughed angrily: "This is not a bad choice, but there is one condition, your forces must agree." ”

Mr. Mo didn't expect He Zichuan to really consider joining, and said unexpectedly: "What are the conditions?" Mr. He said that it doesn't matter, if you can make the decision in the next place, you will definitely not refuse, even if you can't make the decision, I will try my best to help you fight for it." ”

He Zichuan sneered, and suddenly his body disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already two zhang away from Mr. Mo's body, he was holding a golden long sword, and he raised a sword that was more than a zhang long, and took Mr. Mo's throat directly, and his movements were incredibly fast.

The pupils of Mr. Mo's eyes shrank sharply, and he said silently: "Get up!" A number of runes immediately appeared around him, and one after another array flags flew without wind, and seven or eight extremely strange formations were opened in an instant.

Countless filaments of light stretched out of thin air in the formation, like spiders catching insects, entangled He Zichuan, but what shocked Mr. Mo was that although the power of the formation made He Zichuan's body slow down suddenly, it failed to completely restrict his movements, and the sword that attacked Mr. Mo was as fast as lightning, and the angle was very tricky, which still made it difficult for Mr. Mo to dodge.

Seeing that the formation was mighty, Mr. Mo's face was overjoyed, he took out a purple long blade, calmly blocked the Qingfeng Sword, and snorted coldly: "I have been guarding against you early in the morning, in front of my newly acquired formation, see how long you can jump...... Before he finished speaking, he found that the Qingfeng Sword easily passed through the purple long blade in his hand, and a sword slashed at his neck.

"How is it possible? I obviously blocked your sword!" Mr. Mo was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously wiped his neck, only to find that there was no wound at all.

He was in shock, but his legs suddenly broke at the knee, and two pillars of blood gushed out. Mr. Mo screamed "ah", and the fear in his heart was difficult to add, and he immediately activated the power of the formation, wanting to trap He Zichuan first, and then flee from the road.

With a sword, He Zichuan was about to hand over another sword, but found that an invisible force was born on the filament of light that was entangled around him, trapping him like a cage. A look of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly, and the spiritual pressure around him was released, and the surging power like a tide shattered the invisible force in an instant, and before the old power of the magic circle was dispersed and the new power was not born, he slashed out a sword again as fast as lightning.

But with that short moment's delay, Mr. Mo had already used the power of the formation to teleport himself dozens of zhang away. He felt He Zichuan's astonishing spiritual pressure, and said with a shocked face: "Impossible, your cultivation is ......" Before he finished speaking, he saw a cold smile on the corner of He Zichuan's mouth, and he chuckled in his heart, and before he could teleport and escape again, he suddenly felt a golden sword piercing through his back, and then piercing through his chest. The mana on that sword was extremely weird, and all his mana was scattered in an instant, and the immortal body did not play any role.

Mr. Mo looked down in shock, only to see that what came out of his chest was a Qingfeng Sword that was exactly the same as in He Zichuan's hand, he really couldn't understand, how could this Qingfeng Sword have an extra one out of thin air, and how could it have such a terrifying and weird effect?

The formation lost Mr. Mo's control, and it was easily solved by He Zichuan, who had risen sharply, with three down and five divided by two. He sneered and approached the dying Mr. Mo step by step, and said cruelly: "I have vowed that even if I chase to the ends of the earth, I will slaughter everyone who has participated in the design of the third senior sister, and not one will be left!

"You...... You...... You don't know what the forces behind me represent, you will die a miserable death!" the dying Mr. Mo said cruel words, but looking at He Zichuan, who looked evil like a ghost, a thick chill was born in his heart.

Seeing that He Zichuan was not afraid under his threat, Mr. Mo's face was pale, as if he had made up his final decision, his fingers quietly pinched a magic decision, and his body was full of essence, and suddenly with a "bang", it exploded into countless flesh and blood, and the violent mana shot out, and he actually chose to explode his body.

He Zichuan, who was close at hand, did not expect Mr. Mo to be so resolute, his scalp tingled, and he immediately fled backwards to avoid the powerful impact of Mr. Mo's self-explosion, and at the same time cast a spell to protect against the aftermath of the self-explosion.

Taking advantage of He Zichuan's evasion of protection, a pale white translucent primordial spirit flew out of the flesh and blood, and fled out in a panic. However, the Qingfeng Sword that was inserted in his body before flew up on its own without any control from He Zichuan, as if it was held in the hand by a sword master, and chased after Mr. Mo.

Less than a breath later, Mr. Mo's Yuan Shen let out a terrible scream, and was stirred into countless Yuan Shen fragments by the Qingfeng Sword, and then the Yuan Shen fragments were absorbed by the Qingfeng Sword one by one. The Qingfeng Sword, which had already become very dim, actually emitted a misty glimmer after absorbing the fragment of the primordial god, like a well-fed hound, regaining some of its spirituality.

He Zichuan was taken aback, and said in his heart: "Could it be that the Nameless Sword Technique can also make the blade have the evil ability to absorb the Yuan Shen to restore his own spirituality?"

Just as he was thinking about it, the long street he was in suddenly lit up one formation after another, and the power of flames, thunder, frost and other attributes continued to gather, as if it could strike a fatal blow at any time. At the other end of the long street, a group of golden puppets wearing heavy armor and wooden expressions came out, and at a glance, there were countless of those puppets, and each of them actually had the strength above the Holy Realm.

He Zichuan's face instantly became gloomy, and he said to himself: "Old man Mo, before he dies, he will ...... me with a hand" After that, he turned around and hugged the girl who was shrinking in the corner, and swept towards the other end of the long street.

I don't know how far away, the middle-aged monk and the white-haired old man had just come out of a certain teleportation array, and suddenly their faces changed drastically. The middle-aged monk was surprised: "Someone has attracted some of the power of the formation of the Heavenly Hades Temple in advance, is it ...... Senior Brother Mo is actually dead?!"

"How is it possible? It is absolutely impossible for He Zichuan in the early stage of the Holy Realm to kill Senior Brother Mo who is protected by the formation, not to mention how much time has only passed?" The white-haired old man asked in surprise, seeing that the middle-aged monk's face did not seem to be fake, he was even more puzzled in his heart, and asked, "Could it be that He Zichuan used the Jinyu Immortal Bell?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "Impossible, the Jinyu Immortal Bell will not have any effect at all in the Heavenly Hades Temple." He squinted his eyes slightly, and urged: "Fortunately, Senior Brother Mo has planted a prohibition, as long as he dies, he will open part of the power of the formation of the Heavenly Hades Temple in advance, let's go quickly, no matter what treasure he uses to kill Senior Brother Mo, while the power of the formation can still block it for a while, we must rush over as soon as possible and capture him." ”

The white-haired old man wondered, "What if, if he dies under the formation?"

The middle-aged monk had already left, and when he heard the white-haired old man's words, he shouted angrily without looking back: "You also know that he is a key part of the plan, if he dies or runs away, then you and I will wash up and wait for him to be buried!"

As soon as the white-haired old man heard this, his scalp tingled for a while, and he immediately followed with all his might.