Huishi Island is close to the sky, and the moon can be carried in your hand, and the more you fly up, the more you fall into the dim clouds and mist. The duel followed the two real people and flew towards the reef-like Sea Soul Palace hanging in the sky.

Lian Du secretly doubted: "Huishi Island is above the sky, and this palace is at the peak of Huishi Island, why did it have a name related to the sea?"

Looking at the ancient and strange Sea Soul Palace, Wudao Zhenren and Dao Zhenren didn't say a word, their faces became more and more solemn, their eyes became more and more gloomy, and even their determination began to feel uneasy. Suddenly, Lian Duel was like an electric bolt, and he secretly exclaimed: "Eh, I've seen Dufeng under the Sea Soul Palace!"

The mural of the Nine Tombs of the Gods flickered in Lian Duel's mind, and the strange rocks and treacherous peaks on the mural were exactly the same as those in front of him! But on the top of the single peak of the mural, there was no trace of the Sea Soul Palace, but the palm that was as big as a mountain!

Lian Du still remembers that at the foot of the Dufeng on the mural, there are all bustling hunters and fleeing beasts. However, since the duel set foot on Huishi Island, I haven't seen any living creatures, and compared to the murals, this place seems to have become a deserted island.

A series of doubts came to Liandu's mind like a blister: "Those hunters have all disappeared, who built the Sea Soul Palace, and why was it built?"

The more he moved forward, the more Lian Duan felt that there was a gloomy and cold aura around the Sea Soul Palace. Maybe it was an illusion, Lian Du always felt that the Sea Soul Palace was trembling slightly in the clouds. A faint cry came from the gray clouds, and it was chilling.

The three of them had come to the palace gate, and there was a smell of decay on their faces, and the outer walls were covered with mottled bloodstains, like a tomb that had been silent for a long time.

Lian Du looked up at the palace gate where the sawdust fell off, and was hesitating, but the Wudao real person turned his head and smiled: "What's the matter, boy, are you scared?"

Lian Du frowned and looked at the stormy Sea Soul Palace, and asked, "Has the Sea Soul Palace been abandoned for many years?

Dao Zhenren took over and said, "Hehe! This is a tomb! Only it is not a dead person, but a living thing!"

"What do you mean?" Lian Jue hurriedly asked, a chill running through his back.

Dao Zhenren asked Lian Duel: "Your Cangyuan senior, imprisoned in the Dream Spirit Stone by the Heavenly Lock, has been immortal and immortal for thousands of years, and it is not an immortal tomb?

Before the words of the Dao Zhenren fell, there was an endless strange cry in the Sea Soul Palace, and the Dao Zhenren pressed the top door with the hilt of his sword, and the dark red palace door opened with a "squeak", and it was gloomy and black inside.

Wudao Zhenren suddenly turned his head, glanced up and down at Lian Duel, patted his forehead and said, "Boy, you don't have a blade?"

When Lian Duan was brought out by An Tu Cheng, the Soul Silver Sword was left in Hangchuan, and Lian Duan grinned bitterly and could only nod. The Wudao real person pursed his lips, "Then you ask for more blessings!"

As soon as they stepped into the palace gate, the two real people sacrificed their long swords one after another, shining some light. Lian Du stood in the dark and dreary hall, looking up at the extremely high dome, which was very tightly closed, and there was no trace of heavenly light at all. The hall seemed to have been emptied, except for the pillars that reached the sky at the four corners, and the four walls had been left in vain.

The sword light swept over the column, and Lian Duel saw some colorful patterns, so he pushed the two real people in to take a look.

As soon as I arrived at the pillar, I was tightened in my determination, and the pattern on the pillar was exactly the same as the mural of the Nine Tombs of the Gods! The four pillars were connected together, it was a narrative hunting picture, the same as the murals of the Nine Tombs of the Gods, and at the end of the picture, a giant hand like a mountain appeared, and countless hunters were guarding the foot of the mountain and running and shouting, but the picture stopped abruptly, and I couldn't see what happened again.

Lian Jue observed the demeanor of the two real people, and asked softly, "This giant hand looks like it's the size of a mountain, how big does it have to be on a person?"

Dao Zhenren smiled mysteriously: "It looks like a person is also strange, it seems to be dead but not alive, you will know the answer in a while." ”

Suddenly, the Daoless real person behind him shouted in the darkness: "Consecutive duel!" and shouted, "Don't you want to know about the Aragami?"

Lian Du hurriedly approached, and saw that on a pillar of murals, there were portraits of seven holy ancestors. However, like the mural of the Nine Tombs of the Gods, there are still nine people in the painting, and Lian Duel saw the heroic and wanton Aragami in the middle at a glance.

Wudao real person sighed "Huh", and smiled at Lian Duel: "Don't say it, you are a little similar to the Aragami!"

Dao Zhenren also compared, only smiled mysteriously, and did not speak.

Lian Du pointed to the mural and asked, "Real person, this is obviously the portrait of the Seven Holy Ancestors, who are the other two?"

Wudao Zhenren raised his eyebrows and glared at Liandu, and said mockingly: "You can't guess this? Who else could there be, the founder of the most evil Yan Demon Clan and the Fierce Demon Clan on the mainland, one is the Demon Venerable Youye, and the other is the Demon God Bai Day!"

Lian Jue smiled bitterly, "It turned out to be the two of them, so why don't you say it's the Holy Ancestor of the Nine Clans?"

Wudao Zhenren shook his head and said, "The two of them voluntarily fell into demons, and they were not worthy of entering the painting with the Seven Holy Ancestors!"

Seeing that the fierce eyebrows of the Wudao Zhenren were lifted one by one, the Dao Zhenren hurriedly pulled up the duel and said, "Go, don't you want to know about the thousand-year-old holy war? The Sea Soul Palace is buried in the bane of the thousand-year-old holy war-killing the world!"

On the side of the dark hall, there is a long corridor that winds inward, and the duel is led by two real people, all the way inward. At this time, Lian Duel heard, and those strange screams of ups and downs became clearer and clearer!

The two real people shook their ears and extinguished the sword light together, and the three of them suddenly fell into darkness, and Lian Du felt a hand tugging on him, and Lian Du reached out to probe, and the corridor reached a steep corner.

As soon as Lian Duel reached the corner, a torrent of light rushed over, and suddenly pierced Lian Duel's eyes, which had just adapted to the darkness, couldn't open them.

A huge gate like glass blocked in front of it, shining with a colorful seal - Qianqiu Gate!

In the middle of the Qianqiu Gate, there is a sword pond like a caisson embedded vertically, seven huge and friendless divine soldiers, there are knives and swords, axes and hooks, and the sword pool is erected unrestrainedly, and seven kinds of different colors complement each other.

Lian Duel looked at it, and first counted them one by one from the color: "White, red, gold, blue, purple, blue, black." ”

Wudao Zhenren said: "These seven colors correspond to the seven clans of Void, Flame, Solid, Ice, Night, Light, and Spirit, and they are the divine soldiers of the Seven Holy Ancestors thousands of years ago!"

Lian was puzzled and asked, "Why did you leave the divine soldier at the door?"

Dao Zhenren said sadly: "The seven divine weapons are not just left here, they constitute the most powerful magic circle on the continent, and now, the Jueluo magic array that is prevalent on the Yanqi Continent has evolved from here. The Seven Holy Ancestors sacrificed themselves and pressed their lifelong divine power into the magic circle, turning it into a seal, this is the Qianqiu Seal!"

"Qianqiu Seal!" Lian was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "What is inside, and it needs to be sealed by the Seven Holy Ancestors with the power of their lives?"

"The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade, you juniors, you juniors, don't even know these anymore!" Dao Zhenren sighed and said: "For thousands of years, a monster called Killing Shijueluo has been sealed in the Qianqiu Gate! No one can kill it, it has no life, no luck, no life and no death, and once it appears, it is a catastrophe!"

Wudao Zhenren took Lianduan's arm, led him towards Qianqiu Gate, and said sharply: "You can see it with your own eyes!"

Lian Du followed the letter suspiciously, and just approached the Qianqiu Gate and looked inside, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up!

A hill-like mound of flesh was covered with intertwined sarcomas, and due to the myriad sword light of the Qianqiu Gate, he couldn't look higher, so Lian Du opened his eyes wide and tried to distinguish them, and was stunned to find that the mound of flesh in the door was just a toe!