Inside the Heavenly Palace, it was very dim, and with the cultivation of Meng Xuan and Jian Fourteen, he could only see the scenery within more than ten zhang.

From time to time, there is a musty smell drifting into the nose, after the musty smell, there is a strange smell, which makes people feel uncomfortable, Meng Xuan didn't smell it at the beginning, but then he could distinguish it, that kind of smell is a strong smell of blood.

It's just that it's been too long ago, so that this smell of blood has changed, mixed with musty, and become weird.

"It doesn't look like the Treasure Hall......

Meng Xuan slandered in his heart, but if he came, he would be safe, and he still had to go in and explore.

On his body, there is a heavy task given by Senior Brother Songyou, in case there is really something good in this heavenly palace, but it is snatched away by the people in the six immortal gates, and he falls into the void, then not only is the big golden eagle dead, but he is not expected to have a good time.

"Hey, what's that?"

After advancing less than a hundred zhang, Meng Xuan's heart suddenly moved, but he saw that in front of him, in front of a stone platform, there were rows of black shadows.

After taking two steps forward and seeing the scene in front of him, Meng Xuan couldn't help but be stunned.

But the rows of black shadows on the ground turned out to be one after another dry bones, some of the clothes on their bodies have rotted and have been dead for many years, and some of them are still intact, it seems that they have died not long ago, this black pressure is a large piece, (long) (the wind knelt in front of the stone platform, there were no less than a thousand, one by one kneeling in front of the stone platform with their heads down, which really shocked people's hearts, and there was a feeling of hair.

At this moment, suddenly an inexplicable sense of danger was sensed by Meng Xuan, following the direction from which this qi machine came. Glancing at the stone platform. He couldn't help but be taken aback. In an instant, the back was wet with black sweat.

On the stone platform, there is only a remnant of soldiers, about one zhang high, three feet wide, it seems to be a sword, the upper half has disappeared, only the lower half is inserted on the stone platform, the section is hideous. It seemed to be interrupted by a huge force, and the sword was covered with a trace of blood, and I don't know when it was stained, and the dangerous feeling that made Meng Xuan's nervous hairs stand up was from the sword.

"Crunch ......"

When Meng Xuan saw this sword, he gradually felt a huge force pressing down.

It was the qi of the remnant soldier, just a sword, but it seemed to have infinite ferocity, and it actually formed a huge force, which seemed to press Meng Xuan to his knees. Salute it and pay homage to it. Bow down!

Meng Xuan instantly understood, these nearly a thousand decaying corpses, in fact, are all monks who have entered the chessboard for so many years, presumably they also want to enter the Heavenly Palace to find an opportunity, but they were suppressed by the ferocity of this remnant soldier, and they couldn't help but kneel down, but this kneeling down, their minds were broken, and there was no way to get rid of the fierce deterrence of this remnant soldier.

"Whew......"

Meng Xuan's true qi instantly rose to the highest, resisting this fierce suppression, and then slowly retreated.

At this time, Sword Fourteen had also raised his true qi to resist the ferocious power.

With the cultivation of the two of them, at this time, they also felt that their bodies were under endless pressure, and they seemed to be about to kneel on the ground, even if they were unwilling to bow down in their hearts, but their bodies seemed to be out of their grasp and took the initiative to kneel.

Even the bones in their bodies were crackling at this time, as if they were about to shatter.

"It's not good, it seems useless to go back......"

Meng Xuan was in this situation, he had already retreated more than ten zhang, and retreated to the place where he didn't see the remnant just now, but the huge pressure not only did not condense, but even became stronger, almost reaching his limit.

His legs, standing straight, seemed to have bent slightly.

"Look, what's up ahead?"

Behind them, a monk burst in and rushed over to check on them.

Meng Xuan resisted this tremendous pressure with all his might, and he couldn't open his mouth to remind them.

"Ahh......h

When the monks saw the remnants, their voices were suddenly cut off, and they exclaimed in surprise, and their bodies trembled.

Gradually, two or three monks could no longer hold on, their backs began to bend, and finally they knelt down with a "poof".

There are also two or three stronger cultivators, who are also obviously crumbling, and it seems that they are about to be unable to hold on.

"If you can't quit, will you all be suppressed by this murderer?"

This thought flashed through Meng Xuan's heart, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Qu Mobai and Leng Ruo didn't quit just now, could it be said that they really had enough strength and were not afraid that this murderous soldier would not be able to suppress it? Or did they know some tricks and successfully cleared the level guarded by this murderous soldier?

"Hey, why are all these people standing here?"

At that moment, another voice came from behind, and another monk broke in.

But there is no doubt that before they could say a few words, they were also intimidated by the ferocity, their faces were full of horror, they resisted, and then retreated.

"Can't be returned!"

Such a thought suddenly flashed through Meng Xuan's mind, as if he had figured out something.

He remembered that when he angrily slammed the sword lake ten thousand swords, if he took a step back, he would lose, but if he held on, he won.

There are nearly a thousand corpses here, all kneeling, but none of them were killed, which shows that the fierce sword only deters people with its own ferocity, and will not take the initiative to attack, that is to say, this kind of confrontation between the monk and the fierce power of the broken sword, the more he retreats, the more cowardice arises in his heart, the more difficult it is to resist the fierceness of the broken sword, but it is hard to resist the fierce power and move forward, there will be a trace of vitality.

When Meng Xuan had this thought, Jian Fourteen seemed to have figured out something, took a long breath, suddenly stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to gently beckon Meng Xuan, it seemed that he had also figured it out.

Meng Xuan no longer hesitated, and also raised his true qi to the strongest, and stepped out in one step.

"Boom ......"

Heavier pressure fell.

Stepping back, his heart showed timidity, and the ferocity would seem more difficult to resist.

As you move forward, the closer you get to the killers, the more pressure you get.

However, there is no way to survive by retreating, only by moving forward and confronting the powerful ferocity can there be a glimmer of life.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

With every step forward, there seemed to be endless pressure descending on him.

It was not the real coercion, but the ferocity of the remnants, the shock to their hearts.

It's just that this kind of coercion is directly pressed on people's hearts, and it is no different from the heavy pressure on the body.

It is even said that it is more terrifying than the weight of the body, because there is no shadow and invisible, you can't dodge, you can't release your strength, you can only resist hard.

But Meng Xuan and Jian Fourteen both had tense faces, and they moved forward in the face of this huge ferocity, and every step seemed to be about to step down the mountain.

Behind them, there were also many monks who gritted their teeth and walked forward step by step, following the example of the two of them.

The other monks, some of whom had already been pressed to their knees, also remembered when they saw this, but it was useless, once they were deterred by the ferocity and knelt on the ground, it was impossible to get up again, and they could only become one of the thousand kneeling corpses.

There was a monk who knelt down, feeling that there was no hope of escape, and even cried.

They didn't make a sound, they could only cry silently, full of remorse.

I wanted to enter the Heavenly Palace to seize the opportunity, but before the gate entered, they turned into one of the kneeling corpses, and they were unwilling.

"Alas......"

Meng Xuan sighed, in this case, even if he had the heart to save people, he couldn't save it, so he could only take care of himself and move forward step by step.

When he was closest to Shitai, and it was also the time when the ferocity was at its peak, Meng Xuan felt that the ferocity of the remnant soldier was almost like a substance, pressing down from his own heavenly spirit cover, and directly penetrating into his soul, and outside, even his skin could sense the substance-like ferocity coming from the broken sword, like the wind rather than the wind, but it was just a manifestation of the extreme ferocity.

One more step, he went around to the back of the stone platform, Jian Fourteen took the first step out, and immediately saw that his body slowed down, and he exhaled a long breath, as if the pressure had disappeared on him, and then he turned around and waited for Meng Xuan.

But this time, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Just as he was about to get rid of the ferocity of the remnants, Meng Xuan actually stopped, frowning, as if thinking about something.

When several monks passed by Meng Xuan, they looked at him with some confusion and passed by him one after another.

"Hoo ......"

When they reached the back of the stone platform, they were free from the fierceness of the remnants, and all the monks almost fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Approaching the remnants of the stone platform, and then bypassing from the side, it was only a distance of about a hundred zhang, but they walked for more than an hour, and the underwear in the robe was also soaked with sweat, and there was a feeling of the rest of their lives.

However, after taking a few breaths, they immediately straightened up and ran towards the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

Competing for opportunities is often between the first line, and none of these people dare to delay even a trace of effort.

Only Meng Xuan, standing quietly in the closest place to the remnants, seemed to be thinking about something.

"What the hell happened to him?"

Jian Fourteen didn't leave, frowning slightly, looking at Meng Xuan who was standing near the remnants.

In fact, at this time, Meng Xuan himself didn't know what he wanted to do, and when he walked to the closest place to the remnant soldier and felt the fierceness of the remnant soldier on his body, a strange tremor spread to him.

It was the thirty-three swords behind him, after entering the chessboard, the sword was inconvenient, and in order to save the true qi in order to deal with the sudden situation, Meng Xuan tied the thirty-three swords behind his back, and at this time, the tremor feeling was from the thirty-three.

To be precise, it is the sword of the thirty-three swords. (To be continued......)

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