Beihe turned his back to the crowd and walked towards the thirteenth main hall, and finally stepped into it.

Seeing his back, the faces of the four people behind him were different.

The man in the robe couldn't see the joy, anger and sorrow, and Zhang Jiuniang showed a thoughtful look. The young woman in the white dress gritted her silver teeth, and her eyes were full of anger. As for the white-haired old man, this person's face was a little distorted because of the pain, looking at Beihe's back, there was a hint of hidden murder in his eyes.

Beihe, who stepped into the thirteenth hall, only felt that the pressure on this place was rising. But now that his strength has increased dramatically, it is extremely easier than when he stepped into this place before.

Then he walked forward and stepped into the fourteenth hall.

Before, he could have struggled to move here, but now he has a relaxed pace and no pressure.

The people behind him, because the hall was filled with a kind of black gas, he could no longer be seen at this moment, and everyone's minds suddenly became active for a while. Especially the robed man and Zhang Jiuniang, the thoughts in their hearts were spinning rapidly, and the two of them didn't want to be controlled by others.

At the same time, Beihe had already stepped into the fifteenth hall.

Coming here before was already his limit.

And right now, the cluster of true qi in his body is constantly swimming, although he is under pressure, but his actions are still no different from ordinary people, if this scene is seen by the robed person, he will definitely be extremely surprised. Because even if a primordial monk stepped into this place, he would not be able to move an inch because of the huge pressure.

Beihe was overjoyed in his heart, he was so relaxed in the fifteenth hall, and stepping into the sixteenth hall must be a sure thing. He was even looking forward to the fact that perhaps he would be able to step into the seventeenth hall.

However, he was not in a hurry, but searched the place carefully.

Before he stepped into this place, because he was afraid of the people in the robes, he took the book and left immediately, but now he finally has a chance to take a good look.

I saw that although the decoration here is not gorgeous, it is antique. In addition to the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, there is also a screen on which a colorful peacock is flowered, and a red flame erupts from its mouth.

His eyes fell on those calligraphy and paintings, the scrolls were fine, the content was clear at a glance, but he didn't know any of the characters.

Although Beihe obtained two classics of the ancient martial monks, his biggest difficulty was that he did not know the ancient martial monks' writings. In this way, even if he has the text in hand, he will not be able to comprehend what is on it.

His gaze searched the place carefully, sparing every inch.

But in the end, he shook his head, this place has been set foot by many infancy monks in the past, those two classics should be the last treasures left, and he still has an important goal, time is limited, and he doesn't want to waste it here. So he went around the screen and walked towards the sixteenth hall in front of him.

"Buzz!"

The moment he stepped into it, an astonishing pressure turned into a violent wind that swept through his black robe and long hair.

Fortunately, with the agitation of the true qi in Beihe's body, this pressure gradually weakened and disappeared, and it did not have much impact on him.

As far as the eye could see, Beihe saw a high seat built in front of him, on which there was a yellow chair. A middle-aged man with a short beard and a non-angry and arrogant appearance sat on a chair.

This person wears a short black coat, revealing full and strong muscles, giving people a sense of explosive déjà vu.

Now he leaned forward slightly, supported his chin with one hand, raised his head and looked straight ahead, his eyes just fell on Beihe's body.

There is no breath on the man in the short coat, and this is also a living dead.

Looking around, in the sixteenth hall, there were no other ancient martial arts monks except this person.

With the addition of this person at the moment, Beihe encountered a total of four living dead.

But Beihe only felt a coercion from the person at the moment. Under this coercion, the operation of the true qi in his body became a little sluggish.

It can be seen that the strength of the man in the short coat at the moment is probably much more terrifying than that of those outside.

Scanning the main hall in front of him, Beihe saw the weapon racks displayed on both sides, on which there was a spear, a broadsword, and a long sword. The remaining spaces are also empty. On the three-handled weapon, there are forged streamlined lines, which look extremely extraordinary.

In addition, the main hall is now fully furnished. Over the years, there have been very few monks who have stepped into this place, and even said that no one has been able to set foot in this place, not even the man in the robes just now.

Bei He once again set his eyes on the short-bearded man in front of him, and the focus of his eyes was on the object in this person's hand, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

It was the object in this person's hand that had a strong attraction to him.

On closer inspection, it was a black orb, which looked about the size of a pigeon's egg, but it was round and the surface was extremely smooth, reflecting a ghostly light.

The object has a deep black color that at first glance looks like a black vortex.

Although I don't know what this thing is, being able to let this ancient martial artist hold it in his hand until he dies is enough to see that this thing is definitely not an ordinary thing.

In addition, although it is said that there is no one else here except for the ancient martial arts monk at the moment, there is still a dry bone at the foot of this person.

I don't know how many years this dry bone has been dead, but from the two storage bags in the pile of dry bones, it can be seen that this person should be a monk.

After seeing the two storage bags, Beihe's eyes lit up. But then, he frowned again.

If this person were a monk, then it would be a little strange to die at the feet of the man in the short coat. This can't help but remind people that this person wanted to take the black beads from the man in the short coat, which caused him to fall. If that's what he thinks, then he'll have to be a little more cautious.

The previous robed man had said that the treasures in this place would be covered by a layer of true qi, and it would be difficult for anyone other than the warrior to get their hands on the treasures.

In addition, there seems to be some kind of curse on these living dead, and ordinary people who touch the bodies of these ancient martial arts monks will be drained of vitality in their bodies.

It's just that he has come to this point, and if he goes back empty-handed, it is naturally impossible.

He may not be able to get the beads in the hands of the man in the short coat, but he is still very interested in the two storage bags on the high seat.

People who set foot in this place rarely carry a storage bag with them, and this person has been dead for an unknown number of years, maybe this person is one of the monks who fought against the ancient warrior monks back then.

At the thought of this, Beihe's breathing became short. These two storage bags are ownerless and can be taken casually. If this person was a monk of the Mortal Period, he didn't dare to imagine the treasures in the storage bag.

After swallowing his saliva, Beihe walked forward slowly.

When he reached the bottom of the high seat, he stepped up the first step of the high seat.

Fortunately, there were no accidents, which made Beihe breathe a sigh of relief. Then he went up the stairs, and finally came to the high seat, where he stood beside the man in the short coat.

I saw that this person did not have any injuries on his body, and I don't know how he fell.

Looking at this person closely, the kind of coercion emanating from this person made the true qi in Beihe's body almost hibernat, and he only felt that his chest was a little stuffy, and it became difficult to breathe.

A corpse can have such a strong coercion, if this person is still alive, I don't know how powerful it will be.

Beihe looked at the beads in the man's hand, and then looked at the two storage bags next to the bones at his feet.

I saw him bend down and pick up one of the storage bags.

But the moment his fingers touched the storage bag, the object shattered with a "wave" and turned into a pile of black powder.

And all kinds of treasures in the storage bag, whether it is spirit stones, magic weapons, or elixirs, etc., have long been decayed in the long river of time.

This is actually because in the Martial King's Palace, the kind of aura that can only be absorbed and refined by martial artists has an erosive effect on all monks. The monk's treasures will be corroded if they are exposed here for a long time.

"This ......"

Seeing this scene, Beihe stood on the spot.

But from the treasures in the shattered storage bag, he saw two golden stones the size of a fist.

Beihe picked up these two stones, and to his surprise, these two stones actually weighed hundreds of pounds.

After looking at them, he didn't recognize what the two stones were. But needless to say, it is also some kind of precious refining material, and it can be preserved here, which is enough to see the extraordinary nature of this thing.

With the two stones in his hand, he looked at the other bag and reached for it.

As before, the storage bag turned into black powder at his touch.

Beihe searched carefully, but the many treasures in the storage bag were all rotten. He rummaged through it, but he couldn't find anything usable.

Beihe sighed, thinking that he would pick up the treasure this time, but it turned out to be empty joy. Fortunately, he didn't find nothing, and those two golden stones should not be ordinary.

At this point, Beihe finally looked at the black bead in the hand of the man in the short coat.

After taking a deep breath, he stretched out his fingers and grabbed at the object two feet away.

After the true qi was released, a suction force erupted from his palm.

"Whoosh!"

I only heard the sound of a breaking wind, and the black bead in the hand of the man in the short coat was easily grabbed by him in the palm of his hand.

After grabbing the cold object, Beihe's expression changed slightly, not wanting it to be so smooth.

He placed it in front of him, and saw that a small figure was sealed in the inky black ball. It was a bat-like monster with green fangs and a pair of huge fleshy wings.

As he looked at it, the monster sitting in the middle of the orb suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.

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Chapter 157: The Sixteenth Floor of the Palace