The green and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform!

White jade is a horse for gold, and pearls are like earth and gold like iron!

These four poems cannot describe the resplendent of this underground palace, it is a miracle that has been established for thousands of years and has spanned countless times in front of Wang Yao and others.

Countless soldiers in golden armor lined up in a square line, kneeling on the ground in unison, bowing to the man on the throne in the distance.

Each person held a jade plate in his hand, and a jade slip was placed on the jade plate. After such a long time, not a single speck of dust has fallen on it.

The jade slips of the entire palace released a turquoise light under this firelight, and all this in front of them slammed everyone's hearts.

At the foot of the stairs lay countless bones, all of whom were strong men, some of whom were from the temple, some from the great family, and some from the holy places.

In the end, it was all a result, and it became a dry skeleton under this step!

"All this is really like a dream of Nanke, as if the glory is like yesterday!"

Wang Yao picked up a giant sword, which was a weapon at the pinnacle level of a holy weapon, the most prestigious weapon in the Bright Sect, the Sword of the Archangel.

Moen glanced at the giant sword in Wang Yao's hand and sighed, "I have long heard that the Sword of the Archangel of the Bright Sect was lost, but I didn't expect it to be lost here!"

Airplanes~

The Archangel Sword shook twice in Wang Yao's hand, as if it wanted to jump out of his hand.

"He's resisting me, but I can get rid of him!"

Wang Yao smiled and threw the Archangel Sword into his space bag.

Moen picked up a fire-attribute high-grade holy weapon on the ground, looked at it for a while, and threw it into the spatial ring: "Give this sword to Jessica, I promised to bring out a sword and give it to him!"

Faced with the endless corpse bones, the four of them became well-deserved corpse pickers, they put away all their things, and even the Zheng Tu brothers also obtained four Xuan-level high-level martial arts.

Wang Yao has a system, and he naturally can't look down on these so-called martial arts. Moen's bloodline has awakened, and it is only a matter of time before the Flame Temple receives the inheritance.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Zheng Tu and Zheng Fu brothers knelt on the ground and kowtowed very gratefully, if the two of them could get out alive, they would not have to worry about life in this life, even in the next few generations.

After packing up the supplies on the ground, Wang Yao and Moen sent all the bones on the ground aside, and did not let them stay here in all directions, which could be regarded as a sign of respect for them.

Wang Yao stepped forward, but was blocked by Moen.

"Don't go, so many strong people haven't crossed the thunder pool a step, aren't you going to die?"

"Moen, your worries are unwarranted, I think my instincts are correct!"

Wang Yao took a step forward and entered the confines of the palace.

The surroundings were calm, that is, there were no elemental fluctuations, and there were no hidden weapons.

Wang Yao laughed and turned around, "Moen, do you know the meaning of these nine hundred and ninety-nine steps?"

"What does that mean?" Moen asked rhetorically.

Wang Yao retreated to the front of the steps, pointed to the other side and asked, "How long will it take you to jump down from that side!"

"Less than five breaths!"

"Yes, less than five breaths! Why do I have to go down one step at a time? It's because of respect!"

"Respect?"

Wang Yao smiled and said: "Yes, we cultivators must revere heaven and earth, revere life, and even fear the deceased!"

"In our hometown, the ascending steps represent respect for the Son of Heaven, and the descending steps represent respecting the deceased, these nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, we are walking down step by step. ”

"Why does the Perus Empire arrange the ruins? In order to pass on the descendants, and walk down the steps, this is a basic requirement, we must respect the Perux Empire!"

Wang Yao followed the path in the middle and walked straight to the man on the throne, he was the owner of this tomb - the Halberd of the Desolate Heaven, Zhong Ziqi!

Moen followed Wang Yao with a brisk pace, and the Zheng Tu brothers followed closely behind Moen, for fear of falling behind. As for the surrounding martial arts or magic jade slips, they didn't even look at them.

Zhong Ziqi sat cross-legged, looking ahead, a faint coercion slowly released from the throne, and between his eyebrows, a red mark released a faint fluorescence. After 10,000 years, the flesh does not decay.

Wang Yao sighed: "The Halberd of the Desolate Heavens Zhongzi Period, even if it has passed away for 10,000 years, it is still undiminished, it is really a peerless powerhouse!"

After looking around, he was disappointed that there was no heavenly treasure containing aura in the entire palace, except for weapons and martial arts, those corpses that did not rot.

"Wang Yao, there are no natural treasures here!" Moen also shook his head in disappointment.

"What about the Halberd of the Desolate Heavens, Zhong Ziqi's sidearm is gone!"

Wang Yao rummaged and flipped through it, but he didn't find Zhong Ziqi's space ring, and his weapon was not found.

If you can get the Halberd of the Desolate Sky, it won't be in vain this time.

The Zheng Tu brothers on the side suddenly lay on the ground, gasping desperately, their eyes bulging, as if they had seen something terrifying.

"Wang Yao, hurry!"

A dispelling spell enveloped the two brothers in an instant.

A cloud of black gas slowly rose out of the two of them, and gradually the two of them returned to their normal state.

"Thank you!" Zheng Tu slowly stood up.

"What do you see?" asked Wang Yao.

"It's terrifying, unimaginable!" Zheng Tu muttered with a palpitation.

Wang Yao came all the way, picking up things and picking up things a little hilarious, forgetting that this place was full of curses, and he didn't release the dispel magic for a while, and these two brothers who were a little weaker were on the road.

"I'll give it a try, you guys stay away from me!"

If you want to find out what's going on here, you can only know what is going on by trying your own way.

"No, I'm coming!" Moen organized Wang Yao, because he was the only one who knew how to dispel magic, and if he was cursed, there was no way to save people.

"No, Moen, I'll do it, the three of you use magic scrolls to protect yourself, I have a lot of hole cards, this curse won't help me!"

Wang Yao said and sat down on the ground slowly, relaxed his mental strength, put away his resistance, and on the other side, Moen and the Zheng Tu brothers meditated and protected themselves.

Inside the main hall, a black aura slowly penetrated into Wang Yao's body, gradually eroding his soul, and this curse force also pulled him into another space.

On the vast earth, a fresh life was taken away by a cloud of black gas, and blood slowly flowed out along the wound on his neck.

The world around them gradually turned blood red.

No matter how helpless people shouted, it was still helpless, and every time the black gas cut a person's neck, Wang Yao's neck was as if it had been cut by a knife, which was very painful.

In an instant, a Fang Tian halberd fell from the sky, and the endless divine power dispelled the black qi that was killing living beings everywhere. This person is the Halberd of the Desolate Sky - Zhong Zi Period!

In the void, a more powerful black gas fell from the sky, directly enveloping Zhong Ziqi, and when the black fog dissipated, Zhong Ziqi was already seriously injured.

The whole world was plunged into endless darkness......

(To be continued)