Outside a tall black palace, Ning Lan stood there in confusion, he was obviously being tested in the underground palace, how could a good person suddenly come here?

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There were two guards at the entrance of the palace, they wore black helmets and black armor, and only two uncolored eyes stared at him.

What kind of cultivation is this?

Ning Lan looked at the two guards, his heart was like a stormy wave, he just poked out his divine sense to investigate, and found that the strength of these two guards was unfathomable, he felt like an ant in front of these two people.

The guards are all cultivated like this, so what kind of cultivation is the owner of this palace?

Ning Lan couldn't help but think in his heart, he felt as if he was about to suffocate, and the palace master's cultivation was pressing on his chest like a boulder, making it difficult for him to breathe.

At this moment, Ning Lan was suddenly horrified to find that she couldn't control her body at all, and what was worse was that her body was slowly walking towards the palace.

The eyes of the two guards were fixed on him, their eyes full of indifference, and he worried that if he got closer, the two guards would thunder and kill him.

"Stop!

Ning Lan shouted angrily in his heart, he had already sensed a sense of murderous intent from the bodies of the two guards, so he wanted to take back control of his body and retreat far away.

However, the body did not obey his command at all, and was still walking towards the palace.

The killing intent on the two guards became stronger and stronger, pressing towards Ning Lan, he felt the deadly killing intent from it, and there was also a voice in his heart that kept reminding him, warning him, let him not move forward, otherwise he would really die.

Ning Lan felt the murderous intent on the two guards, he had never been so desperate and helpless, he had no strength to resist at all, and he was also approaching death by himself.

Rumble!

The killing intent on the two guards had reached its peak, and the killing intent was overwhelmingly pressing towards Ning Lan like substance.

Ning Lan felt like a fallen leaf in the wind, very weak, but her body was still moving forward.

Finally, he couldn't resist it anymore and coughed up a large mouthful of blood, which made his pressure drop sharply, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Retire or die!" said one of the guards suddenly, coldly.

Ning Lan felt aggrieved for a while, if she could control her body, the ghost would be willing to move on.

Because of the grievance, he also became angry in his heart, his eyes glared at the guards, and he had no intention of giving in.

The guard didn't speak again, and the two of them still stared at Ning Lan as if they hadn't said anything before.

Ning Lan's body was still moving forward uncontrollably, and soon, he walked to the door of the palace, as long as he advanced another five zhang, he could step into the palace.

He even felt that there was a powerful presence in the palace, and the breath of the other party was like an ancient beast, giving people a sense of danger, and this breath was still dormant, once it woke up, all things would definitely surrender!

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the guard who spoke just now, and then he drew his long sword, the tip of which reached Ning Lan's neck, and once he stepped forward, the long sword would immediately pierce his neck.

Ning Lan had never been so close to death, feeling the coldness of the tip of the sword, he had a feeling of wanting to escape, but unfortunately his body did not stop his command at all.

He shouted in his heart and wanted the Purple Immortal Jade Pendant to protect him, but neither of them reacted at all, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Surrender or die!"

The guard said coldly again, this time there was already an absolute murderous intent in his eyes, as if Ning Lan would definitely kill Ning Lan without hesitation if he refused.

At this time, Ning Lan's body finally stopped, as if giving him enough time to think about it.

Ning Lan looked at the glittering long sword, and then at the guard's eyes without the slightest emotion, and there was a voice in his heart that was inducing him to give in.

But at the same time, he felt very aggrieved, there was an anger in his chest, and another will roared: "You are the future overlord, you can only let others submit to you, you can't give in, even if you die, you have to stand!"

These two different voices represented two wills and attitudes, clashing in Ning Lan's heart.

Ning Lan's heart is actually more inclined to surrender, because no one is not afraid of death, and he is the same, he will bow his head in the face of death.

Because his will was tilted, the will to resist gradually fell into disadvantage, and the roar became quieter and quieter.

However, just when this voice was about to disappear, an inexplicable will suddenly appeared in Ning Lan's mind, this will was extremely domineering, directly devouring the will that was about to disappear, and counterattacking towards another will.

Ning Lan's heart froze, he knew that the domineering will must be the will of the system, and the other party did not agree with him to give in at all, which made him very angry, and it was just a matter of not saving him when he saw death, and he actually wanted to block his will to survive, he really wanted to scold, but he didn't have that kung fu.

The will of the system was extremely domineering, and it quickly eliminated the will that made Ning Lan submit, at this time, Ning Lan's thinking was also affected by the system, and his eyes gradually showed ruthlessness, and a faint killing intent condensed and pressed towards the guards.

At this time, Ning Lan's body began to move, and he continued to walk forward, even though his throat was about to be pierced by the long sword.

Ning Lan felt a tingling pain in his throat, and he knew that the long sword was about to pierce his throat, so he closed his eyes in despair.

However, the waiting sting and death did not come, Ning Lan opened her eyes in confusion, and then her face was full of astonishment.

I don't know when, he actually arrived in the palace.

The palace was large, dimly lit, with three steps on the innermost side facing the gate, on which was a throne, but there was nothing else in the palace, and it seemed empty.

Ning Lan looked around the hall and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, because there was no one in the hall.

However, when he looked at the throne again, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and he saw that a person suddenly sat on the throne, which was originally empty.

This man's long hair was draped casually, covering his cheeks on both sides, he was not very old, only in his thirties, but his eyes were very vicissitudes, as if they had gone through thousands of years.

Moreover, the aura on his body was exactly the same as the powerful momentum that Ning Lan felt outside the hall, and he knew that this person was the master of this palace and a powerful existence.

The other party didn't have the slightest expression on his face, just looked at him casually, but he felt like he was being targeted by a fierce beast, he was uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but want to escape.