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Mo Xiaohong appeared in a ruined ruins, the former palace is now dilapidated, and the remaining buildings can still be seen on the magnificent lines, bright colors, and several feet of door walls, although most of them have collapsed, but the former glory and magnificence here are still vividly reflected.

The palace is supposed to be carved from the whole mountain, and there is no masonry bonding in one piece, and there is no extra gap in sight.

Bright gold, this palace is bright golden, although it has been ruined for countless years, but the color does not fade, still bright as new.

The walls beneath his feet were covered with broken stone chips, and the weeds and vines spread out of desolation.

He looked up at the crooked plaque in front of him, the corner of the branch, the handwriting on it, I don't know what kind of strong force erased it, and the breath fluctuations that remained on it were still as sharp as a sword!

He took a step towards the palace, and with an interested look on his face, he could feel that there was something he desperately needed!

Mo Xiaohong entered the sea market, although Xiao Tian was also worried, but Mo Xiaohong's move was for the sake of immortality, for the future road, to enter the inside, life and death are rich and noble, if you really die because of this, you can't blame anyone, so Xiao Tian doesn't say Mo Xiaohong at the top of Mount Tai, only Liu Yun.

Through the broken bricks and rubble, through the rubble wall, he stood in front of a tall storehouse.

The treasury is strangely intact in this ruin, and in this ruin, it is strangely intact, still bright, still majestic.

The door is tightly closed, and next to it are two paintings of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, which are a couplet, hanging on both sides of the door.

Heaven and earth treasure into my library,

The blade of the divine soldier enters my warehouse.

It is conceivable that the owner of the treasury was domineering and direct, the font was strong and powerful, and it was sharp everywhere, which was compelling.

Mo Xiaohong looked at the two words, and didn't care, stretched out his hand and pushed the door directly, but the door didn't open, and there was no movement!

His hand was full of anger, and he pushed it again, but the door still didn't move!

His face changed in an instant, you must know that since he went to the underground and survived, he obtained the mysterious bloodline, and his body has undergone earth-shaking changes! Even in terms of physical strength alone, he is not inferior to Liu Yun in the slightest.

With his great strength, he couldn't even move this door in the slightest!

Even if you can't open the door, you should leave a palm print on the door!

But nothing was left, nothing happened! Not even a single trace of dust was spilled! He frowned deeply, and the sword in his hand stabbed at the delicately carved door.

Still, nothing happened, except for a splash of sparks, and there was not a trace left on the door!

He took a few steps back and took a serious look at the building, not letting go of every pattern, every smooth texture.

The exquisite pattern carved on the door should be a formation!

One he had never seen before, but he could still conclude that it was a powerful formation!

The feeling was getting more and more urgent, the feeling that there was something in it that he had to get!

He pulled out the sword at his waist, and the fiery red light on the sword began to scatter and sputter!

Squinting, he stared at the carved texture on the door.

The light on the sword flashed violently, and the sword was already shooting towards the storeroom door like an arrow from the string!

The sword intensified and became more and more ferocious after he stabbed out, and in just a moment, it turned into the most violent storm and slammed wildly towards the door!

The tip of the sword is only half an inch from the door!

But, at this very moment, just as the tip of the sword was about to hit the door, the door suddenly opened!!!

The dark black gas swept out wildly, and along with the black gas shot out, there were countless arrows!

Hidden in the black fog, silent, almost imperceptible!

But Mo Xiaohong noticed it!

The tips of these arrows were vicious wolf heads, their mouths open and closed, their sharp teeth glistening coldly, and they devoured Mo Xiaohong fiercely, and the green light flickered wildly in their eyes!

The speed of the arrow is extremely fast, as if it has crossed time and space, and has crossed all nothingness, if you want to hurt the arrow of the qi practitioner, can you not be fast?

But Mo Xiaohong was faster! His sword momentum changed violently, and at the moment when he could not be delayed, a loud dragon roar resounded throughout the sky!

His robe swayed, and a huge fire dragon had formed in an instant under his feet!

The fire dragon opened its huge mouth and roared hysterically, and countless small fiery red swords erupted from his mouth, shooting at those wolf-headed arrows.

The arrows were neutralized in an instant, scattered on the ground, and the green light in the wolf's eyes was extinguished instantly.

The black qi was dispersed by this dragon roar, like spring and white snow, and could no longer roll like a tide and roll like a wave.

Mo Xiaohong landed lightly and walked towards the door of the treasury mansion.

In the treasury, the white jade bottles scattered all over the place are crooked and oblique.

In the warehouse, the storage shelves carved out of purple coral are dumped to the ground.

He glanced at it, and there seemed to be nothing of value here.

But in the corner, in the left corner of the storeroom, there is still a storage shelf that has not been toppled, and there is the source of his feelings!

He walked over slowly, keeping an eye on his surroundings, where the faint aura of danger still did not dissipate.

He didn't dare to be slight.

On the only intact storage shelf, only a square black stone lay horizontally, and the other compartments were empty, only dust remained.

His feeling came from this black stone.

This black stone has no brilliance, no vitality fluctuations, it should not be a magic weapon, nor will it be a panacea, it is more like an ordinary broken stone that can no longer be ordinary, so why does his feeling tell him that this black stone is extremely important to him?

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the rough lines of the black stone's surface.

However, the moment his hand touched the black stone, a majestic vitality suddenly surged in the room!

The vitality almost covered everything, and in this vitality, two black-armored generals appeared in front of him, their whole bodies were wrapped in armor, and not even a trace of their bodies were revealed.

Mo Xiaohong's sword was unsheathed in an instant, this time, he chose to use the Divine Imperial Sword, aiming to test, and the strong vitality of the party made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.

A bright light flashed, and the sword flew out!

The two black-armored generals were one in front of the other, and said that he was placed in the middle, and they held the thick Yanling knife in their hands.

At the moment when Mo Xiaohong's sword struck, the two black-armored generals roared indistinctly in their mouths, and roared bitterly: Kill!

Their Yan Ling knives and Mo Xiaohong's swords clashed fiercely together, and at the moment of the exchange, a roaring explosion sounded violently! A piercing sonic boom hit Mo Xiaohong's eardrums, like the noisiest noise!

It's just an instant, just an instant when the sword is knocked away without breathing!

As soon as Mo Xiaohong raised his hand, he caught the sword that flew back upside down, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the two black-armored generals.

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