The black palace, full of black magic breath, is like a demon palace, revealing a powerful and dark aura, which makes people awe and yearn for it at the same time.

The sound of the piano came from the Black Demon Palace.

"Who is playing in this palace?"

This space is extremely weird, and the person who can play here leisurely must be powerful, right?

Although Ye Qingchen was curious, he was more aware of the current situation. What she has to do now is not to figure out these secrets, but to get out as soon as possible.

Wandering around, there are endless barren mounds in all directions, stretching to the end of the line of sight. Only the direction of the Demon Palace seemed to be slightly different.

"Go over and take a look, what if the exit is there?" Ye Qingchen walked towards the direction of the Demon Palace. The Demon Palace is not far away, Ye Qingchen walked for half an hour, and then came to the Demon Palace.

Looking closer, the Demon Palace is still illusory and unreal.

It's just that standing in Ye Qingchen's position and looking at the Demon Palace, the Demon Palace looks even bigger, like a dormant giant beast. The black crystal texture, on which there are occasional ancient words inscribed, reflects a faint light, and is extremely mysterious.

A huge door opened to the unknown, ending in inky black, and the walls on both sides burned with unquenchable blue flames, dancing in the wind like wisps of ghosts.

Ye Qingchen raised his head slightly, and his eyes were full of shock. This demon palace is magnificent, full of mystery, like the mansion of an ancient demon god.

It's just that, looking at the door to the unknown, Ye Qingchen was a little hesitant.

To go in or not to go in?

Just when Ye Qingchen hesitated, the artistic conception of the qin tone changed abruptly, and the original pathetic tone became extremely sharp, whimpering, like a magic sound.

With the change of the artistic conception of the piano sound, the white bones that were originally half-buried in the dust suddenly moved and slowly rose from the ground. There were even some white bones that actually used Bai Sensen's hand to remove the weapons inserted in the barren mound and surrounded Ye Qingchen.

More and more white bones stood up, gathered into an army of white bones, looking at it from a distance, it was mighty and mighty, like a tide, just a glance, the heart would stop beating.

Ye Qingchen's scalp was numb, and his breathing became short.

The sound of the piano continued, like a command, controlling the army of bones. Although the white bone army was not moving fast, it had recently come to Ye Qingchen's side in a few breaths, waving the rusty long sword in his hand, without the slightest emotion, and directly taking Ye Qingchen's life.

Ye Qingchen's face sank, and he raised a foot to kick the white bone away. However, a second or even a third body immediately attacked, and Ye Qingchen's mind moved, ready to summon the wings of the wind element, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't feel the power of the wind element at all!

Ye Qingchen's complexion changed greatly, and he raised his hand to summon the Vermilion Bird Holy Fire, but found that it was to no avail!

"Damn! What the hell is this place!" Elemental power is not available!

"Elemental power can't be used, what about spiritual power?" Ye Qingchen flew up and kicked his legs, swept in a circle, and kicked the surrounding white bones away, while trying to use spiritual power. Fortunately, I found that spiritual power can be used.

"Fortunately!" Ye Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was on the verge of amnesty. She summoned her spiritual power and began to fight back against these armies of bones. Soon, she discovered that although the spiritual power could be used, it would not be replenished if it was used up!

Under normal circumstances, a cultivator will store some spiritual power in his body, and while consuming spiritual power, his body will automatically absorb the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy for spiritual power replenishment. However, here, the spiritual power consumed could not be restored at all.

"Damn!" Ye Qingchen's heart sank.

The army of white bones, thousands of thousands, like a tide, endless, not to mention that she is alone, two fists are difficult to defeat four hands, even if there are many people to help, I am afraid that she can't compete with the huge number of white bone army, right?

Could it be that the heavens are going to kill her?

The hand on Ye Qingchen's side clenched into a fist. Inexplicably brought to this place, attacked by a group of white bone army, wouldn't it be too aggrieved if he died like this?

Ye Qingchen's heart was crossed, and he simply snatched a long sword and kicked a white bone away. Her face was fierce, and all the breath in her body was released, and her sharpness was extremely fierce.

Even if she really wants to confess here today, she won't be restrained, if she wants her life, she wants to fight to the death until the last inch of breath!

She was a person who had died once, and death was no longer strange to her. She is not afraid of death, but she is not willing to die in vain. If she can escape this time, she will definitely redouble her efforts to cultivate in the future, step to the top, and take her fate into her own hands!

Ye Qingchen's hand fell, his body danced, and he chopped a white bone with a knife. Her expression was solemn, and her body released a strong killing intent, like a killing machine.

The sound of the piano is long, and it never goes away.

I don't know how long it took, the white bones around Ye Qingchen were piled up into a hill, and her spiritual power had already been exhausted. Her eyes were scarlet, as if she had fallen into a demon, and her whole body was filled with a black aura.

She has long lost her strength, relying on her will to keep herself from falling, and swinging her sword by instinct. She knew that she couldn't support it anymore, but she was unwilling to give up, and she kept telling herself in her heart that as long as she persevered for a while and persevered for a while, she would always see the dawn of hope.

Just like when she was adventuring in Antarctica, after a long polar night, the day finally ushered in.

Ye Qingchen gasped violently, her eyes were blurry to the point where she couldn't see anything clearly. Her hair and dress were stained with sweat and blood. As she shattered a white bone, the sharp sword in her hand fell to the ground, and her figure fell straight behind her.

The endless army of white bones came from all directions, drowning Ye Qingchen...

At this time, in the gray void, a streamer descended, cutting through the gray sky.