Flames danced in the menorah, and the bronze doors were carved with obscure runes

Above the gate, there is a black door plaque with three large characters engraved on it.

"Hall of the Seven Stars!"

Every corner of the hall is coated with a thick layer of gold dust, which makes the whole hall look particularly dazzling.

On the central axis of the palace is placed a seat made of pure gold, and the pattern on the chair is a four-clawed dragon.

"The four-clawed dragon is a status symbol, and the owner of this hall is definitely not ordinary." Zhou Chen let out a light sigh.

"No matter how luxurious it is, it's just a place for the dead, so hurry up and find the treasure." Zhao Fu didn't hesitate, turned his head and walked towards the side hall.

Coming to the door of the side hall, Zhao Fu was about to push the door in.

"Squeak~"

The door of the hall was suddenly opened from the inside, and Gou Jiuyou's figure appeared in the hall.

"It's you!"

Gou Jiuyou recognized Zhao Fu at a glance, and the aura on his body instantly became violent.

"Kill my third brother, and dare to show up in front of my eyes."

The aura of the powerhouse of the Transformation Realm struck, Gou Jiuyou's body exuded a black light, and a cloud of black gas rose from his palm, and the black qi burst out with a piercing chill.

Zhao Fu was a little caught off guard, he subconsciously operated the Hegemony Body Technique, and his golden figure retreated backwards.

But he had only just taken two steps back when the palm wind wrapped in black qi fell on his shoulder.

The black qi seemed to contain endless chill, and even if Zhao Fu had a golden light to protect his body, his body couldn't help but shiver.

Without waiting for him to react, Gou Jiuyou threw him into the side hall with a wave of his big hand.

"Zhao Fu!" Zhou Chen came to the rescue, and Gou Jiuyou slapped him casually, knocking him to the ground, unconscious.

"Here you can repent for my brother."

Gou Jiu snorted coldly, and led everyone to the depths of the palace, and then the palace door slowly closed.

After the door of the hall closed, Zhao Fu felt a killing intent that was almost substantial, and he turned his head suddenly, and a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at him.

A corpse with a rancid smell standing in the center of the side hall, there was a three-point palm print on the chest of the corpse, and there was some black gas left on the palm print, which was exactly the same as the injury on Zhao Fu's shoulder, which should have come from Gou Jiuyou's hand.

When Zhao Fu was curious about why Gou Jiuyou would make a move on a corpse, the corpse suddenly exhaled a snort, his head twisted out of the bones and clicked, and his blood-red eyes stared at Zhao Fu motionlessly.

The corpse was alive, and looking at himself, Zhao Fu was so shocked by the scene in front of him that his heart was furious, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Shhh

A cloud of black gas spit out of the corpse's mouth, and he was completely alive!

His arms and thighs were twisting, and he limped towards Zhao Fu!

Zhao Fu's face changed greatly, and he wanted to open the door, but even if he used the strength to eat milk, the palace gate did not move in the slightest.

"Click!"

The bones of the corpse clicked, and he ran towards Zhao Fu faster and faster, the rancid breath made Zhao Fu faintly gag, and before Zhao Fu could react, the dry fist directly hit him.

This punch seems ordinary, but it has a strength of tens of thousands of catties, even if Zhao Fu used the hegemonic body trick to resist, he was also beaten by this punch and coughed up blood and flew upside down, and suffered a lot of dark injuries in his body.

This is not a corpse at all, but a puppet that has been refined by man!

The puppet turned around numbly, although it looked very inflexible, but it ran faster than any internal strength martial artist, and with just one breath, it appeared in front of Zhao Fu again.

Zhao Fu was scared out of a cold sweat, he knew that he was not the puppet's opponent, and his body retreated decisively, wanting to distance himself from the puppet again.

"Huh!"

The sound of breaking wind reached Zhao Fu's ears, and his fist fell heavily on Zhao Fu's back, and Zhao Fu fell to the ground with a single blow.

The pain from his back made Zhao Fu take a big breath, if he continued like this, he would definitely die here!

Instead of passively waiting for death, it is better to fight for your life!

Zhao Fu got up from the ground, his eyes revealing a resolute expression.

The golden light on his body became more and more dazzling, and in his hand he turned into a lion, and roared at the golem.

Dacheng's Xingyi Fist is matched with Xiaocheng's superior exercises, and the power of this punch has reached the peak of internal strength, even if it is a strong person in the transformation realm, it may not be able to block this punch.

The lion's roar caused a ripple in the air, but the puppet remained indifferent and continued to rush towards Zhao Fu.

"Kill!"

Zhao Fu shouted angrily and slammed his fist into the puppet's chest, setting off a golden storm in the hall.

The strength of this punch has reached 10,000 catties, and it directly blasted the puppet out and smashed a big hole in the wall.

You must know that all the walls of the dungeon are made of obsidian that is dozens of times harder than fine iron, which shows how terrifying Zhao Fu's punch is.

Zhao Fu let out a long breath of turbidity, and the puppet must have been shattered by the punch he had just made.

But when the smoke cleared, the puppet climbed up unharmed!

"What the hell is this?"

Zhao Fu cursed, shocked by the tenacity of the puppet.

The puppet was still not unhurried, but just stared at Zhao Fu with a pair of scarlet eyes, which made Zhao Fu's heart feel a chill.

That punch was already his strongest move, and if he couldn't defeat the puppet even that, then he would have only one way to die.

"Click."

The puppet stood up from the ground in a strange position, his bones clicking in his body, and walked towards Zhao Fu again.

The sound of footsteps like a countdown to death fell on Zhao Fu's ears, his expression was extremely solemn, and the golden light wrapped around his body was much dimmer than just now, if he continued to fight, he was destined to die of exhaustion.

Is there really no way?

Zhao Fu's brain was running wildly, he stared at the oncoming puppet, his eyes swept back and forth over the puppet, and he didn't miss a single detail.

Even so, he still didn't find any weaknesses in the puppet, and could only watch as the puppet kept attacking him.

A rancid breath came, and the puppet's withered body came to Zhao Fu in an instant.

At the moment of crisis, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Attack his Tianhui Cave!"