The audience suddenly fell silent, and only the sound of individual female cultivators couldn't help but gag, as well as the sound of some people breathing heavily in shock.

Qiao Yuan collected the blood-stained black round wheel and the small tower suspended above his head, and his expression fell calmly on the stone platform, with the slightest wave in his eyes, as if killing the four early Yuan Infant monks was just a piece of cake for him.

Some people even began to wonder if Qiao Yuan had hidden his cultivation, otherwise how could he have killed the four early Yuan Infant Stage cultivators so easily and quickly.

You must know that the gap between the Jindan stage and the Yuan Infant stage is like a heavenly moat, and it is difficult for ordinary people to surpass it at all, not to mention that one Jindan Great Perfection monk singles out four Yuan Infant stage monks.

But Qiao Yuan is not an ordinary person, not to mention that he has a perfect golden pill and a strong body, let's just say that the magic weapons and secret techniques he uses are ordinary.

What's more, in the test of the Ten Thousand Forbidden Peaks, he defeated the puppet of the Yuanying Great Perfection with his own strength.

Compared to the present, the four early Yuan Infant monks are really nothing.

Of course, those people don't know about these things, so it is reasonable for them to be a little shocked.

"Brother, he...... He won't hide his cultivation, will he?"

Xia Mengmei's eyes widened, and she was stunned for a while before she stupidly pulled Xia Yi's sleeve and asked in disbelief.

After pondering for a moment, Xia Yi shook his head, he believed that Qiao Yuan was by no means a thing in the pool, and it was normal to be able to behave like this.

"Probably not, when Brother Qiao was still in the late stage of Jindan, it was rumored that he killed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Master in the early stage of Yuanying, and then defeated the sword madness and left the river. ”

The three ancestors of the Xia family also looked sideways at Qiao Yuan, and for the first time, they paid attention to this guest elder of their own family.

As for Chi Chunzi and Zhuge Nan, they had a calm look, as if they had expected this ending a long time ago, and there was no surprise.

In one fell swoop, at this moment, except for a few late Yuan Infant cultivators, the others no longer dared to list Qiao Yuan as a target to snatch the stone platform.

Of course, the monks of the late Yuan Infant period did not need to fight for the stone platform.

Therefore, his deterrent gesture is enough to solve it once and for all, and it can also reduce a lot of unnecessary troubles on the way afterward.

The stone platform continued to sink slowly, and the dark abyss did not know the bottom, except for the occasional tomb puppet that came out, which was a battle between the monks because of the battle for the stone platform.

In addition, the tomb puppets do not seem to chase after the monks on the stone platform, and at most they will sneak attack, but in the face of the monks who have lost the stone platform, those puppets are determined to kill.

In this way, until it sank another 500 zhang, the stone platform was finally reduced to less than three feet, and it could barely accommodate one person to stand.

Slender and slender people such as Xia Yi and Xia Meng are just right, and two people can stand close to each other.

As for Xiang Tian and his entourage, they obviously couldn't squeeze into a stone platform.

However, they had already planned, after Qiao Yuan killed the four Yuanying early stage monks before, they joined forces to seize the stone platform of the five people, and the two of them squeezed a stone platform, which was barely just right.

At this moment, there are only 53 of the more than 100 stone platforms left, and there are less than 100 people left from the original hundred.

Such a cruel way of elimination truly embodies the law of the jungle, the weak eat the strong, the strong can have the stone platform, and the weak can only use blood to open the way for the strong.

continued to descend for nearly a hundred zhang, and Qiao Yuan finally stepped on the ground, stepping on the fall from high school and falling into bloody mud, he deeply realized the meaning of success and ten thousand bones.

On the road of the strong, it always gets narrower and narrower, and once it shows weakness, it will become flesh and blood that is trampled under the feet of others.

"Brother Qiao, you are so amazing!"

As soon as Xia Meng landed, he walked quickly to Qiao Yuan's side, showed an expression of adoration, and gave him a thumbs up.

Qiao Yuan smiled dumbly, this girl was really able to adjust the atmosphere, and most of his heavy mood was dispelled at once.

Then he looked up and saw that there were walls on three sides, except for a tunnel ten feet wide in front of him.

The tunnel was pitch black, like the mouth of a devouring beast, but there was only one way in front of them, and they had to go.

What's more, there are Zhuge Nan and other old monsters opening the way ahead, what do they have to be afraid of.

Walking inside, you can feel a yin wind blowing from behind, with a thick bloody aura, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.

Everyone was vigilant in case something happened, but fortunately, this tunnel was really just an ordinary passage, and it didn't take long for them to see a little light in front of them.

Qiao Yuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly walked a few steps to the end of the tunnel.

Walking out of the tunnel, several people who were shining in the bright light hurriedly covered their eyes with their hands, and only after a moment did they get used to the environment of this place before they looked at it.

This is an extremely wide underground palace, the square circle is 10,000 zhang in size, every 100 zhang there is a jade pillar carved with a strange beast, and the ground is paved with floor tiles made of white marble, which looks extremely luxurious, but it is not tacky, and there is a feeling of being in the fairy palace.

On the walls on both sides of the underground palace, there are a pair of extremely grand relief paintings, on which the mountain peaks are lined up, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the palaces are suspended in the air, looking like a fairyland.

In the clouds and mist, cranes and birds lined up to shuttle back and forth between the palaces, and on their backs sat a girl with a strong aura.

They are carrying flower baskets, or laughing and joking, or quiet as water, and their joyful and carefree emotions are clearly portrayed in their eyes.

This relief scroll, which is about thousands of zhang long, can not be described clearly in a few words, but everyone can't help but yearn for it when they see it.

"What kind of place is this?

Xia Meng looked at the picture scroll stupidly, as if he had become one of the girls sitting on the back of the crane, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Others didn't know, but Qiao Yuan could conclude that the relief scrolls on the walls must be the real fairy world.

As he imagined, the fairy world was indeed picturesque, and the fairies who lived there were carefree and peaceful, with no disputes and no killings.

"Look there!"

Just when Qiao Yuan was fascinated, Xia Yi suddenly spoke up, interrupting his thoughts.

When I turned my head to look, I saw a stone tablet suddenly rising in the middle of the underground palace.

The stele was thirty zhang high, the whole body was pitch black, and it was full of dense words, but unfortunately no one knew the words on it.

"What kind of script is this? It doesn't seem to be an ancient script. ”

Xia Yi frowned, looked at it carefully, and said suspiciously.

It is indeed not an ancient script, most people here have studied the ancient formation prohibition, if it is an ancient script, how can they not know it.

Qiao Yuan didn't need to read it to know that this must be the text of the fairy world, and it was natural and normal for them to not understand it.

But he couldn't understand it, so he had to be cheeky and ask about Shouxin.

"Shouxin, what is written on this stone tablet?"

"Xianjun's life experience. ”

Shouxin replied in a lazy tone.

As soon as he heard this, Qiao Yuan suddenly perked up, the life experience of a generation of immortal monarchs, it must be a legend of legends, he immediately became very interested in his heart, and asked.

"Tell me, what legendary experience of the Immortal Monarch is recorded on it?"

Shouxin yawned, and had no intention of translating for him, so he said perfunctorily. "Xianjun's life is either in retreat, or on the way to prepare for retreat, how can there be any legendary experience. ”

"Then why did the Immortal Monarch come to the Nether? And there are so many words written on this stone tablet, how can there be no legendary experience?"

At the level of the Immortal Monarch, it is indeed true that he retreats from time to time, but it is impossible not to have a little experience, Qiao Yuan frowned slightly, and his expression was slightly displeased.

Shouxin seemed a little impatient, and said in a tone that spoke to a hillbilly.

"Immortal Jun died at the age of 137,813, and he lived for so long, even if he only wrote about the achievements of prohibitions and puppets, it was impossible for this stone tablet to be able to record them, and it was only a brief record of some time points, and there was no specific experience. ”

Qiao Yuan felt despised and didn't bother to pursue it, so he just took a blank jade slip and recorded the words on the stele word for word, leaving it for later study.

However, when he recorded a few words, his gaze couldn't help but stare at him, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the stone tablet suddenly emitted a dazzling golden glow, and everyone couldn't help but reach out to cover their eyes and turn their heads sideways to avoid it.

When the golden light dissipated, everyone's eyes turned to it, but they saw that there were nine more golden light clusters in the sky above the stone tablet.

"That's ......"

In an instant, I only heard that the heartbeats of many people were obviously speeding up, and their breathing was much heavier, as if they had seen some earth-shattering treasure.

Qiao Yuan's eyes froze, and he looked at the nine light clusters, only to see that there were nine extremely extraordinary treasures in them, including knives, swords, hammers, whips, furnaces, flags, locks, books, and shields.

The golden light on those treasures, both in shape and material, was something that no one in this place had ever seen.

What's more, there is an extremely powerful momentum faintly exuding from it, which is also the reason why their hearts are pounding.

At that moment, there was a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, who was greedy in his heart, and took advantage of the fact that others had not yet come back to his senses, and took off the air and grabbed the sword.

In addition to Zhuge Nan, there are also three late-Yuan Infant monks here, and in front of them, it is obviously impossible for a mid-Yuan Infant monk to take the lead.

Just as the man made a move, an old man with a cane and a sick old man snorted coldly, wanting to stop him.

But the man seemed to have expected it, and with a flick of his fingertips, an invisible silk thread flew out and was directly wound around the hilt of the sword.

"You dare!"

The sick old man was immediately furious, and with a cold snort, the crutches were thrown out.

But at this moment, the golden mangs that wrapped the sword suddenly branched out, and followed the silk thread straight towards the mid-Yuan Infant monk.

With a terrible scream, the man covered his eyes and immediately fell to the ground, blood dripping down, and his eyes were directly blinded by the golden rays.

Zhuge Nan sneered, shook off the dust, raised his head and continued to look up.

He had already discovered that the golden light cluster that enveloped those treasures was an extremely strange prohibition, otherwise it would not have been the turn of the mid-primordial monk to make the first move.