It was pale, but not light, but death that everyone feared.

The wind roared out of the cold pool, and it was just a small cave, but it was a gathering place for countless dead.

Mo Han hurriedly ran forward, looking very confused, and finally, Mo Han stopped in front of the tombstone of death, but at this moment, his heart was pounding, this vicissitudes of stone tablet made people shudder.

Mo Han squatted down, concentrating on the words on it, and when the unfamiliar characters drilled into the Mo Han Shrine, his body trembled violently. I couldn't believe it and looked back at it again.

Then he exclaimed tremblingly: "In the two thousand and seventy years of the Domain Realm, the Lord of the Heavenly Domain Hall, Ku Xuanzi, failed to crack the sixth layer of the Firmament Pavilion and fell here, and the strength of the mid-stage of the Divine Xuan Realm instantly dissipated...

Mo Han's head buzzed, he looked at the words below, and continued to read tremblingly: "In the two thousand and eighty years of the domain realm, the master of the Chu Domain Hall, Tie Yuan Ming, failed to crack the eighth layer of the Firmament Pavilion, and the peak strength of the Divine Xuan Realm was killed here・・・・・・"

Mo Han's pupils dilated rapidly, staring at the text below: "Two thousand and ninety years of the domain realm, the second hall master of the dark domain, Blood Yuanjie, failed to crack the tenth layer of the Firmament Pavilion, and the strength of the different wheel of duality dissipated instantly・・・・・・"

"The domain realm is three thousand years old, the beast domain is ranked tenth, the ape emperor, cracking the ninth layer of the firmament pavilion, comparable to the human alien wheel four-element strength dissipated in an instant

・・・・・・

Mo Han finally finished reading it, and immediately took a breath of cold air, how could these powerhouses of the Four Domains have been here, oh my God! How terrifying is this firmament pavilion, these strengths have been crushed alive.

Mo Han couldn't believe that in front of him, there were records of about 3,000 deaths in the four domains here, but in addition to the domain master, everyone else had appeared, who recorded this such a grand stone tablet, here is afraid of the existence of a thousand years from now, and then there are more and more people who sacrifice for the firmament pavilion, but the strength is getting weaker and weaker, lower than the people in the god-giving realm, just recorded, countless!

Mo Han trembled slightly, this place is absolutely unusual, the space here is so oppressive, and the Xuan power is so thin. It was as if tens of thousands of bones were vying to breathe with him.

Mo Han suddenly felt that his body was extremely cold, and the yin qi here began to roar, and some skeletons began to tremble slightly. The bones here must be the people recorded on the tombstone of death.

How powerful it was before he was alive, it is still a pile of white bones, but the mysterious power in it still exists, and even if he dies, he will struggle for 10,000 years.

Mo Han felt the cold wind hitting fiercely, and suddenly his head shook, and then he ran frantically towards the white bones.

A faint sentence suddenly echoed in his mind: "Four thousand years in the domain realm, Luo Xiaofeng, a strong man in the Chu domain, failed to crack the fourth layer of the Firmament Pavilion, his strength was turbulent and vain, and he gave the mid-stage strength of the God Realm when he died."

"Father-in-law!"

With a roar, Mo Han frantically pounced on the white bones.

It turned out that his father-in-law also died for this thing, but he didn't expect this firmament pavilion to set off such a huge wave.

Mo Han's eyes were red, and he tore hard for two days, and finally exhausted himself and fell helplessly.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, a voice sounded from Mo Han's body, but the flat voice was extremely weighty: "Little friend, the person in the painting, the matter of Gu Cheng is still expected to be fulfilled, I sense that the Ling Feng Array is here"

Then a string of golden words suddenly rushed to the Mohan Divine Palace: "Lonely Mountain and Lonely Chen Gather Cloud Mountain・・・・・・

Mo Han suddenly raised his head and went to the sky outside the cave, and found that this is what the poem says!

It's just that at this moment, it's just a mountain of bones, how can you say that Ling Feng Array.

Then his eyes continued to scan the surroundings, the bottom of the cold pool in all directions, looking from a distance, as if it was deliberately designed.

Eight Arrays of Elephants, Wind?

Mo Han suddenly came to the place where the wind was raging just now, and suddenly saw a delicate ancient painting reflected at the bottom of the pool opposite him.

That's him!

Mo Han hurriedly swept over the ancient painting, but when he arrived, he found that there was nothing, could he have seen it wrong?

And when he came here again, he found a huge shadow behind him, Mo Han looked up, and his hideous face trembled.

Suddenly, the giant shadow swept towards Mo Han, and the whistling yin wind in his hand hit Mo Han, but Mo Han didn't dare to pause at all, and suddenly drilled towards the bottom of the pool.

Mo Han stared at this stunned white bone, this white bone was afraid that it would take a hundred skeletons to condense it, but he didn't expect this dead thing to be so powerful.

Then the white bone suddenly ripped off the skull, and slammed it violently, suddenly the whole skull became fiery red, and the next moment, it suddenly exploded, and after that, the huge white bone grew a head again.

Mo Han trembled slightly, his fists clenched, after the washing of the two heavens of ice and fire, Mo Han felt that he was about to explode, and the condensation of Xuan Li had also reached the limit.

Boom Boom!

The fiery red head exploded at Mo Han, but Mo Han was not afraid at all, and suddenly a powerful punch blasted towards the white bones.

Boom!

The huge Xuan power dispersed, and countless white bones exploded to the ground, and then suddenly condensed, Mo Han blasted away again, and the white bones condensed again.

After a long time, Mo Han finally gave up, and it seemed that he was an immortal thing.

Mo Han paused, and then suddenly drilled towards the bottom of the pool, perhaps his body could be seen in the cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, a pile of white bones suddenly formed, and he was faintly able to move at this moment.

Suddenly, an obscure voice sounded: "I didn't expect that I would be able to meet my old friend, what a blessing!"

"You are?"

"Ten years ago, I caused chaos in the Heavenly Domain, and you suppressed me here, and now I have cultivated to become the King of Skeletons, and I want to thank you for your achievements that day!"

Mo Han didn't know where the memory of this white bone came from, but he could remember what happened ten years ago, ten years ago, I...

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the cave, and Mo Han suddenly thought that he seemed to have lost his memory ten years ago, and he had nothing left of the past!

"You are in the Nine Heavens..."

White Bone suddenly felt his body twist as if it was about to dissipate, and then finally calmed down, but he didn't remember what had happened ten years ago.

"Nine days?"

Mo Han had no choice but to sigh helplessly, now this white bone does not look like an enemy, so it is better to do the right thing first.

"Can you let me get the Lingfeng Array?"

"It's the ancient painting at the bottom of the pool! I'll get it for you."

Bai Gu suddenly walked towards the bottom of the pool, reaching out to grab the ancient painting.

Boom!

Oh!

The white bones exploded in an instant, and this time they never returned to their original state.

Mo Han watched as the white bones dispersed, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, is this the so-called Ling Feng Array? So strong! No wonder the prosperous Qiankun Ancient Paintings can be ranked in the top ten in the domain realm.

Then Mo Han slowly walked towards the Ling Feng Array, and at this moment, a stream of golden light suddenly shot out.

PS: Brothers, be upright, rush these days, collect tickets to keep up!

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