Chapter 553: The Secret Hall (2) (Page 1/1)

In the corridor of the wide main hall, pitch-black humanoid armor more than a foot tall was dragging the chains all over their bodies, wandering in the main hall step by step.

They are like unconscious undead, and like guards guarding this place, constantly walking on several routes repeatedly, as if they are never changing.

Mo Chen looked at the number of at least fifty or more guard soul golems, each of these soul golems had scarlet eyes, staring at the front of them without moving.

The souls possessed in the soul puppet were all the evil thoughts of the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect in the past.

Those who can sit on the patriarch of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect must not be weak, at least they are all cultivators in the Tribulation Period, and they are about the same strength as Void Liberation Cloud, after all, this level can already be regarded as the pinnacle of Yanyun Great Heaven and Earth.

So how much strength will the evil thoughts of these old monsters in the Tribulation Period have?

At this moment, Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at these guardian soul puppets, and felt that their momentum was obviously not as good as the Tribulation Period, but it was also not weak, and it was about the average level of the Transformation Period, that is, it was a big realm lower than the Tribulation Period.

With such strength, Mo Chen is naturally not afraid, but there are extremely many guardian soul puppets here, and after his luck Yin Hou inheritance sneaks past, he still has to be careful.

After all, if you are accidentally discovered by these guardian soul golems, you will inevitably fall into their encirclement, and if you smash these soul golems at that time, I am afraid that it will cause a large movement and let the monks on the surrounding peaks find out.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Chen still made a decision, the Yin Hou inheritance in his body was extremely lucky, and his body was as calm as a pool of quiet stagnant water, and he carefully stepped into front and walked towards the arch in the distance.

Dodging left and right all the way, and even passed in front of several soul golems, but fortunately it was safe and sound, and all the guarding soul golems ignored him, still walking aimlessly over there, as if they couldn't see, hear, or perceive anything......

Solving a troublesome matter, Mochen moved on.

After jumping over several arches leading to the side halls on the left and right, there was an empty passage in front of Mo Chen.

The floor of the passage was empty, there was no floor, it was all pitch black, and there was a bottomless abyss that I don't know how deep.

"What a strange place. Mo Chen's brow frowned slightly, and he could clearly see that there was a metal arch on the opposite side of where he was standing.

There was a faint red glow from the arch, and it was clear that there must be some kind of route to cross here.

Without any hesitation, the vast divine consciousness in the sea of ink dust was swept out, and the entire nave was mapped into his own sea of knowledge.

He found that there were many formations hidden in some hidden places.

You don't have to think about it to know that these formations will blast the monks who dare to leap through the air into slag.

Since you are not allowed to fly, it is even more certain that there is a hidden path here.

Mochen thought of a way.

Yun Qi and blood blasted out a punch in front of him, and the fist wind generated surged wildly in an instant.

At this moment, Mo Chen's vast divine consciousness was transported, and all the flowing fist winds were gathered and twisted, just like a tornado, with a sharp head, like an invisible big drill, drilling directly forward.

Without any hindrance, the Drill Tornado fell directly into the bottomless abyss, and after a few moments, it completely dissipated into a breeze.

"Bang!"

Ink Dust threw another punch, repeating his previous move.

It wasn't until the time of a stick of incense had passed, and the ink dust had condensed hundreds of drill tornadoes, that those transparent floor tiles were completely detected.

It turns out that the road here does exist, but it is not a straight line, but is composed of a few transparent floor tiles of the same width as a person, suspended.

With the exact location of these floor tiles, Ink Dust easily jumped, and with a few taps of his toes, he landed in the arch opposite.

Leaving the nave, Ink Dust re-entered a small room.

The room is dark red and not big, about the same size as the living room of the average rich and noble.

It's just that in the middle of the room, there is a pure black stone platform, shaped like a sacrificial tripod, but the interior is filled with black stone, and a long sword is obliquely inserted on it.

From left to right, the long sword stabbed slightly into the pure black stone platform, and it looked no different from an ordinary blade.

But what attracted Mo Chen's attention the most was that there was a word written in blood on the wall behind the sword.

"Hate"

Mo Chen looked closely, the handwriting was hideous, and the blood had long since dried up, but it still emitted a dark red glow, illuminating the entire room to the extent that it could barely be seen.

"Hate...... "His face was expressionless, and he didn't understand the meaning of the word 'hate' for a while.

However, there is only one thing that can be determined, and that is that this is already the deepest part of the Mystery Temple, and there is no road ahead.

It's just that Mochen doesn't want to go back so simply.

He slowly walked over to the long sword stuck in the stone, reached out and gently grasped it.

Then pull it out.

Airplanes......

A strange, low, beast-like roar came from beneath the knife.

Slight tremors began to appear throughout the room, and a large amount of dust fell from the surrounding walls.

As Mo Chen slowly pulled out his knife, the floor of the room shook more and more, fortunately, this place was in the deepest part of the Mystery Palace, and this level of vibration was not enough to transmit to the outside world.

But as Mo Chen continued to pull out the long sword, a strange black mist twisted and filled with a fishy smell diffused from the interface between the black stone and the long sword.

A low, vast, uneasy voice sounded slowly.

"I'm imprisoned for 60 million ......"

Bang!

Ink Dust slammed his sword back into its place.

"Turns out there's something down there. With the same look on his face, he patted the dust off his hands again.

And as the long sword sank into the stone platform again, the black mist that originally overflowed was like a stream of water being sucked into a whirlpool, and it was soon all sucked into the interface above the black stone.

At the same time, the vibration of the whole room returned to calm.

A strong voice of unwillingness, anger, and pain turned into a subtle buzzing sound, trying to burst out through the stone platform.

But to no avail, the long sword seemed to be some kind of powerful seal, perfectly sealing the sound and emotion, blocking the inside of the stone platform.

Mo Chen took a closer look at the long sword, and its whole body turned crimson, like a red sun of flames, and the hilt gauntlet was centered on a circle, and the surrounding area emitted thrusts like flames.

He felt that the appearance of the long sword was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and more importantly, he also found that although there was a faint vitality on the long sword, it didn't seem to be rich.

The main thing is that there is another powerful force on the blade of this long sword, and it can even be said that it is more like the heaven and earth aura flowing in the Xuanyin Heaven and Earth.

It was precisely because of this that Mo Chen had the idea of pulling out this long sword to take a look.

But who knew that this long sword turned out to be the sealing array eye of a magic circle, if he really pulled out this long sword, the creatures sealed inside would inevitably get out of trouble immediately.

So he decisively plugged back, not wanting to cause himself any unnecessary trouble.

Although there was a huge resistance to inserting it back, this resistance was negligible for him who was terribly strong in his physical body.

For ordinary people, even those disciples of the Jindan stage and elders of the god transformation stage may not have the strength to insert the long sword back.

But for ink dust, it's almost the same as pulling out a toothpick......

"Alright, it's time to take a look at the side halls on either side, it seems that there is nothing useful to me here. Mo Chen didn't look at the long sword used for sealing, turned around and strode out of the room.

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