The corridor was dim, Chen Sanlang walked alone, the roar in the depths subsided, and the silence showed a more mysterious atmosphere.

After walking for a while, a slope appeared in front of him, and a stone staircase turned sharply down.

Chen Sanlang looked at it, hesitated slightly, and stepped down:

One hundred and eight steps, which is the length of this stone staircase, he silently calculated in his heart, when his feet fell on the ground, the terrain below opened up.

It is a circular space, which occupies a large area, as if it was carved out of the ground, and is supported by several thick pillars.

The surface of these pillars is carved with various reliefs, some of which are tigers and leopards, some of which are unnamed shrines, and some of which are directly in the shape of a dragon hovering over them......

This place should be a dungeon.

Chen Sanlang looked around, looking for the place where Ao Qingmei was imprisoned.

"Roar!"

There was a loud roar, deafening.

When Chen Sanlang was on full alert, the red flames swept in front of him and fluttered.

"What's that?"

He flew backwards until he reached the bottom of the stairs, where he could dodge. The temperature of the flames is still rippling on the dough, and if it retreats slowly, I am afraid that it will be burned beyond recognition.

When I looked at it, my vision was empty, and I didn't find where the flamethrower was.

There was another roar, earth-shattering, and the whole dungeon seemed to be shaking, but the strange thing was that the space here was so large that there was no living object that could be connected with Rusi's roar, and it was clear that the roar was happening right in front of me.

There is sweat oozing from the forehead, this thing is too weird, could it be that the other party will be invisible and invisible, but he has already sneaked around him?

Thinking of this, Chen Sanlang hurriedly urged his mind, and the sword qi suddenly appeared, protecting his body, and with a wave of his hand, he showed the demon rope and smashed it out at any time.

As soon as he had done this, a red flame reappeared, spraying from the front.

This time, Chen Sanlang saw it clearly, the burst point of the flames was on the stone pillar in front of him, he flew to avoid it, looking for an opportunity to fight back, but to his surprise, whether it was the evil sword or the demon rope, he couldn't find any flaws in the other party.

Since mastering the two, Chen Sanlang has never been in such a situation.

Could it be that the other party's strength is terrifying, and it has reached an unimaginable realm?

Chen Saburo was shocked, but quickly overturned this speculation. Because when facing the Dragon Monarch in the palace, he has the opportunity to use his means, and the creatures of the dungeon will not be stronger than the Dragon Monarch no matter what. If it's not because of strength, it's something else.

Formation!

Chen Sanlang quickly thought of this possibility, maybe the entire dungeon was covered by a certain formation, thus forming a special place that suppressed the function of the evil sword and the demon binding rope.

The formation is mysterious and difficult to understand, but as long as it is a formation, there must be a formation eye, that is, a flaw.

Chen Sanlang calmed down, swept his eyes, looked at the thick stone pillars, and felt more and more that the distribution of these pillars was quite exquisite, and there were rules and regulations. However, he is not a formation mage, and he has not studied the subject, so now he is looking at the flowers and flowers, and he can't see any clues at all.

In contrast, he would rather encounter a guardian beast.

"Huh!"

When he took a closer look at the pillar that had erupted in flames just now, Chen Sanlang found that the relief on the pillar was a four-legged reptilian beast, which looked like a gecko magnified countless times. He was more convinced that it should be a giant crocodile, its shape seemed to protrude a lot, its body was more three-dimensional and real, and even red threads could be seen, as if they were blood vessels.

Chen Sanlang remembers very well that it was not like this at the beginning.

Turn your head to look at the other pillars, the reliefs on them are all flat forms, although due to the fine carving, they appear lifelike, but after all, they are reliefs, dead things. But the giant crocodile relief seemed to come to life, and then jumped off the pillar.

There are so many pillars, it is impossible to have only one like this, so what about the other pillars?

Chen Sanlang only felt that his scalp was numb, there were nine stone pillars here, and the reliefs on each one were different, there were birds, beasts, and a dragon, if they all broke out, not to mention one Chen Sanlang, even if it was ten, he couldn't parry.

Fortunately, it seems that except for this giant crocodile pillar, everything else is safe and quiet.

"This formation can only activate one ...... at the moment"

Chen Sanlang consoled himself and guessed, after all, the entire Dongting Great Array had been damaged and was on the verge of collapse, so it was not surprising that the dungeon's formation was affected.

Just face the attack of one pillar, and that's the best encounter.

Chen Sanlang suspected that those reliefs were probably real monster creatures, but they were sealed on pillars by secret methods, refined, and became trapped beasts guarding the dungeon. They have a different form from ordinary monsters, and may have lost their shells and become a kind of ghostly state. In this way, the demon rope loses its restraint effect, and there is only one evil sword left.

However, since entering the Dragon Palace, the sword has fallen silent, unable to be driven by the mind, and will not be revealed at all. This is very different from usual, when outside, the slightest hint of the demon traces, the sword is excited, eager to break through the air and kill it.

One movement and one stillness, a stark contrast.

There is no doubt that this is the breath of the Dragon Palace at work, to put it bluntly, it is a kind of suppression!

The power of the sword comes from the people's hearts and public opinions, and it is essentially a kind of qi, and the Dragon Palace is the core of the demon world, and it is the base camp of the qi of ten thousand demons.

When two qi meet, there is a collision.

With Chen Sanlang's current strength, it is inevitable that he will fall behind, and if he wants to really compete with the Dragon Palace, he has to gather the qi of the world, not two or three states - not to mention, there is only one Yongzhou that he really has at the moment. Although Yangzhou is close to acquiring, it is not completely home.

This situation is actually similar to when Chen Sanlang met the emperor and was added by dragon qi. Fortunately, this is not what it used to be, the sword has long been reborn, and it will no longer be easily imprisoned, unless someone uproots Chen Sanlang's foundation, then he will become a tree without roots.

Facing the giant crocodile that seemed to be about to come to life, Chen Sanlang was a little nervous, thought about it, and immediately drove a sword qi to slash through the air to see if he could interrupt the other party's transformation and kill it in the bud.

Sonor!

The sword qi fell on the relief, and let out a clear roar, like cutting iron stone, and was immediately ejected and scattered.

Receiving this blow, the giant crocodile seemed to be urged, and the vein-like threads spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon spread all over the body. In the blink of an eye, this huge pale cyan relief turned a dark red, as if the whole body was smeared with blood, and there was an eerie and terrifying aura.

Roar!

There was a crackling, stone chips flying, and a huge figure jumped to the ground, raising its head and roaring.