At this time, the white fog in the valley is getting thicker and thicker, and the sky is getting darker and darker.

Wang Yuanze didn't dare to stay even more.

The black palace seems to be not far away, but Wang Yuanze flew for more than ten minutes, it is speculated that there are at least hundreds of miles, the canyon is getting wider and wider, and the mountains on both sides are getting higher and steeper, and when he flew to the front of the palace, he found that the palace was big and scared to death, like a city tower that completely blocked the canyon that was several kilometers wide, and the height was at least hundreds of stories high, and the palace was not complete, as if it had traveled from another time and space, and then embedded with the mountains on both sides of this canyon, many places were fragmented, and there were even bricks and stones floating in the air, constituting a strange structure。

And above the palace, there were red blood clouds rolling in the sky, and there were blood-red lightning flashing continuously, which looked like the legendary Demon King's palace, which made Wang Yuanze's hair stand on end.

"Senior, do you know what kind of place this is?" Wang Yaze communicated with the Soul Devouring Bead in his mind, but this time Wu Yazi was silent again.

It seems that the formation here is too strange, and Wuyazi's divine consciousness has been greatly suppressed.

Wang Yuanze was standing a few kilometers away from the palace, and just when he was hesitating whether to go in and take a look, he suddenly squeaked behind him, and saw that the mop monster just now chased him out again.

Wang Yuanze turned around vigilantly and stared at the mop monster.

"Squeak~squeak~~" The mop monster did not rage at Wang Yuanze this time, but spread his wings and roared in the direction of the palace, and his mood was very irritable.

Could it be that there is an enemy of the mop monster in it?

Wang Yuanze breathed a sigh of relief, but became more vigilant about this dark palace.

Wu Yazi said that this mop monster is a mountain god and cannot be killed.

A kind of monster that even the immortals find difficult to fight and undead is so angry and even jealous of this palace that they dare not approach it at all, indicating that there is something even more terrifying in it.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Yuanze decided to go in and have a look.

It's been four days since he entered the dungeon, and he hasn't finished a map yet.

According to the experience of the previous sessions of the Fendan Conference, most people can only stay in it for less than a month at most, and more than two months are rare, but the longer they stay, the better the chance may be, but the greater the danger, because the deeper they go into the underground palace, the more powerful the rejection of the formation, and the more powerful the divine consciousness of the few gods outside, the less likely it is to encounter danger and help.

In the previous conferences, there were some people who stayed in it and never came out.

Maybe it's trapped in some space-time fragment and can't get out, or maybe it's already hanging.

The latter is 90% likely.

Watching Wang Yuanze walk forward, the mop monster actually flew over to stop him and squeaked at him.

Wang Yuanze didn't know why, but this time he obviously felt that this monster had no malicious intent, but seemed to remind him of the horror of the palace.

However, having come here, Wang Yuanze must go to more places as soon as possible and look for opportunities that can make him break through quickly.

The Fendan Conference is held once every ten years, and if you miss it, it will be another ten years, and according to Wuyazi's speculation, it is still a big question whether there will be a chance to come in after ten years.

"Get out of the way, I have to go in and have a look!" Wang Yuanze waved at the monster.

"Squeak~~" The mop monster screamed a few times again, and seeing that Wang Yuanze had no intention of retreating, he spread his wings and roared away, and disappeared in an instant.

Wang Yuanze also rose into the air, and the flying sword turned into a green light and headed towards the palace gate, and soon flew to the front of the gate.

Walking closer, Wang Yuanze saw clearly that this palace was actually very broken, the tall city wall had collapsed in many places, the bricks and stones were scattered all over the place, and although the huge city gate was closed, a huge hole was exposed in the middle, as if it had been broken by something.

A bone-chilling breath flowed from the hole in the city gate, forming a thick cold mist outside.

After hesitating for a moment again, Wang Yuanze drove the flying sword through the hole and entered inside.

When you enter the door, you will find an extremely empty hall.

The hall was filled with a cold thick fog, the dense fog was full of collapsed stone pillars and broken boulders, and in the center sat a huge humanoid statue hundreds of meters high, covered in black armor, a pair of giant claws full of scales and flashing black metallic luster, with a black giant blade, most of the sharp long thorns on the back were broken, and the head on the neck was also missing half of it, and the section was neatly as if it had been cut by a knife, and looking up along the cut section on the head, the palace behind the statue and the wall were also cut a huge crack, and the dark void was exposed behind the crack, and the flickering starry sky could be faintly seen。

Looking at the situation in front of him, Wang Yuanze was cold.

The power of this sword is completely unimaginable, maybe it is the power of a powerful blow from an immortal who has transcended the spirit realm.

And this statue is clearly not Terran, except for the scaly claws, the rest of the face and neck have dense scales.

The divine sense is completely useless here, because the palace is too big, and Wang Yuanze's divine sense spreads out, and he can almost only see one finger of the statue.

"Pak~"

A faint sound came from the statue.

Wang Yuanze's hair stood on end in an instant, and he turned his hand to hold the flame crystal bomb in his hand again, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any movement, so he carefully drove the flying sword around the statue, only to find that the statue's missing half of the head was overflowing with red blood, like a pool of blood in a radius of several feet, and the billowing cold air emitted flowed down the statue's cheeks, converging into a thick cold mist that filled the hall.

And what surprised him was that there was a black flower growing in the puddle, the size of a zhang, looming in the cold fog, and in the center of the flower, there was a blood-red fruit full of thorns, still slightly bulging, exuding a palpitating breath.

What kind of flower is this, it's weird and numb!

Wang Yuanze carefully released his divine sense and swept it slightly, his soul suddenly seemed to be burned, and an incomparably cold aura instantly filled his body, and he couldn't help but shiver all over his body

This is not ordinary cold, nor is it the coldness of the body, but a feeling that freezes the soul.

"Pak~"

A drop of red water fell from the sky, just falling on the pitch-black petals, and then rolled down the petals into the blood water, and an even more intense cold mist rose immediately, and the chill emitted made Wang Yuanze's soul almost freeze and fall down.

Could it be that these are the blood of the gods?

An idea arose in Wang Yuanze's mind.

A drop of divine blood can create a great monk in the spirit realm, if this statue has divine blood in its head, then wouldn't he have to ascend to the sky and become a god in one step after drinking a few more sips?

However, feeling the terrifying chill of this blood and water and this incomparably weird black flower, Wang Yuanze quickly dispelled this idea.

First of all, whether this is divine blood remains to be verified, even if it is divine blood, it is estimated that he will hang up in one bite, and his soul can freeze into a dead dog and completely become an ice sculpture...... Ice sculpture...... it!

Wang Yuanze rose into the air and looked at this statue hundreds of meters high again, and felt that the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became, this was not like a statue at all, but really like a giant creature that had never been seen before.

The black scales, the blue-blue claws, and the bare bones that glowed with a pale golden glow from the edges of the severed head all showed that it really didn't look like a statue.

Perhaps at some point, this demonic giant was sitting in his palace, and then someone suddenly cut off his head with a single blow, and then he was frozen here.

The more he thought about it, the creepi it became, and Wang Yuanze looked up at the top of the hall.

A huge hole was broken in the roof of the palace.

Blood-colored red clouds and flickering lightning could be seen tumbling outside.

And the red cloud was like a funnel that merged into a huge vortex facing the hole, and the blood that had just dripped down seemed to be dripping from the blood cloud.

Wang Yuanze looked at this pit of blood water carefully, and found that in addition to the black flowers, there were faintly some thick blood vessels and veins inside, which shook gently like aquatic plants and vines, and sometimes a few faint black lights and shadows flashed.

Isn't this statue dead yet?

Wang Yuanze was shocked, and took off the queen of Jiancang to retreat.

But just as he turned around, a red vine flew out of the pool of blood in the statue's head, and with a stab, wrapped around his legs, and suddenly retracted.

"Puff~"

Wang Yuanze was slammed into the bloody water, and was instantly dragged to the bottom of the water.

The countless blood vines in the water quickly wound up like pythons.

Goo-to-do~

Frightened, Wang Yuanze struggled desperately, but to no avail.

And after pouring a few mouthfuls of blood water one after another, a terrifying chill permeated his whole body, and his divine consciousness was frozen in an instant, and he couldn't communicate with his vitality at all, and this terrifying chill quickly poured into his mind, and the purple mansion that was stretched open by Yu Wuya was quickly filled with a layer of blood-colored frost, and the click and rubbing quickly froze the soul devouring bead into it.

"Hey, it's such a strong demonic aura...... No,......"

In Wang Yuanze's frozen mind, the ghost cry of a man sounded, and then the Soul Devouring Bead began to vibrate slightly, and then slowly rotated, emitting a black aura that continuously absorbed these blood-colored cold breaths.

Wang Yuanze has not moved at all.

Bound by countless blood vines, they floated in the middle of the blood water like rice dumplings.

And there was a faint halo on these blood vines that flickered continuously, like pipes that continuously injected blood into his body.