In particular, the location of the main hall in the temple is illuminated by the skylight, forming a natural bright hall, which is different from the slight darkness of the surrounding wing hall area.

Zhu Lingwu stood in front of the gate of the hall, his soul seemed to sense something, and then he looked up at the plaque on the door of the main hall, and the words "Netherworld Treasure Palace" were naturally written on the plaque.

"Well, this plaque seems to be a target for suspicion, little Daji, what do you think?"

Zhu Lingwu's soul thought then swept the plaque, feeling that there seemed to be some spiritual power array inside, and at the same time, the entire plaque was also filled with a strong ghost aura.

Its location is special, coupled with Zhu Lingwu's soul thoughts, this plaque may be the hiding place of the natal soul of the Netherworld Spirit.

When the little white fox heard this, he naturally raised his head and looked at it, but he still shook his head, "I don't know, otherwise, I'll let my ass take a look!"

"Well, not for now, it's too deliberate!

Zhu Lingwu shook his head, and then looked into the huge hall, which was also empty, and there was nothing in the surroundings, just towering pillars supporting the roof.

This feeling is completely different from the modern building in Shijie, where Zhu Lingwu was originally located, and the stone pillars that are enough for two people to surround rise to the sky, but the light shining through the skylight on the roof is shining, forming a virtual and real light and shadow on the ground.

I don't know how such a huge temple was used in ancient times, it is like an ancient temple.

One can imagine such a scene, on the magnificent throne at the bottom of the main hall, sits an emperor known as the heir of the gods, surrounded by female officials and eunuchs who serve him, holding canopies, honor guards, and so on.

In the bright main hall before the throne, the ministers of civil and military affairs sat on both sides.

In the palace hall of the king in these years, these civil and military ministers were all allowed to sit, so they bowed down one by one and sat behind several cases in vermilion, listening to the officials in the hall talking eloquently.

Behind these ministers, the hall that spread away was also filled with several cases of different colors, and different colors represented different official positions.

Officials of all ministries and departments sat down behind several cases according to their official positions, or took a pen to record the affairs of the court in the court, or prepared the documents they had brought with them, and sent them to the ministers in charge of their own departments through the royal chamberlains who served in the palace, and then brought them out to the court through these ministers for decision.

Of course, all of this is now imagined by Zhu Lingwu, and now in front of Zhu Lingwu's eyes, the entire hall is completely empty, and there are no seats at all.

The only thing that still exists is the large throne on the high platform of the main seat of the temple.

Under the special setting of this Netherworld Treasure Hall, the skylight above the throne is also the largest, and now that the light is shining down, it can't help but make the throne shine with a golden light.

This golden light is simply not to be looked at!

This throne is really pure gold, and it is really a golden throne!

This throne is also extraordinary, and the former general Zhennan was originally a military general, so the Netherworld Throne he built for himself will naturally not be the style of Emperor Wen.

The throne as a whole is like a nine-headed dragon of a divine beast crossed on its knees, with a dragon head on each armrest, and the back of the chair is also composed of seven dragon heads, which are convex eyes and mouths, and the dragon's whiskers are elegant, facing the throne in front of it, as if they are glaring at the servants under the throne.

The entire surface of the throne is also finely carved with frosted gold scales, and at first glance, this throne is really like a living divine beast, and ordinary people will never dare to sit on it easily.

Zhu Lingwu's soul thought also swept on this throne, and secretly said in his heart, this throne is also doubtful, maybe it is the existence of the soul of the Netherworld, the possibility is more than eighty percent.

The spiritual power and ghost energy contained in this throne are definitely thousands of times richer than those contained in the temple plaque, and Zhu Lingwu's soul thoughts can't even penetrate into the inside of the throne, and it really makes people feel like a living thing.

In fact, for monks outside the world, this kind of powerful status does not have much significance, but it is a shackle for qi refining and cultivating immortals, which will affect the monk's cultivation state of mind.

Although financial power can help the monk to obtain more resources, all kinds of tedious chores can also disturb the monk's peaceful inner lake.

The so-called royal qi and imperial qi are indeed a special spiritual aura, just like the power of Shinto's faith, but this kind of external spiritual aura is like a floating boat on the water after all, which may be subverted at any time due to the exhaustion of water, and it will make the monk unable to truly control his own cultivation realm, it is better for the monk to cultivate his spiritual power step by step in a down-to-earth manner.

Therefore, the royal family and royal family in the world, as well as the scholars everywhere, are just ordinary people in the eyes of the monks, ants bound by the red dust.

Zhu Lingwu has naturally jumped out of the fetters of Hongchen now, although he is a little curious about this golden throne, he doesn't have the kind of mind to go up and sit and feel it.

He just took the little white fox directly into the Netherworld Treasure Hall, came to the golden throne, released his soul thoughts and scanned it repeatedly, as if he was aroused by this golden throne.

"You kid, don't go to the backyard to find a place to cultivate, come here to do something!"

Just when Zhu Lingwu used his soul thoughts to repeatedly probe the throne, a cloud of ghost qi suddenly gushed out of the mouth of the dragon head in the middle of the back of the throne, turning into the ghost head of the Netherworld Spirit, and said to Zhu Lingwu.

It's like a child who is in a strange place and is curiously touching around, but touching his parent's buttocks and being grabbed by his parents.

Since the Netherworld Spirit regarded Zhu Lingwu as a junior disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect, with its feeling, Zhu Lingwu was naturally like a little doll, and he didn't expect Zhu Lingwu's intentions towards it at all.

"Ah, that, that, senior, I'm just curious, my master once told me about this place, but I didn't expect that this place is really like a city!

Zhu Lingwu made a look of surprise, now he doesn't need to probe, this guy has exposed his nest by himself, and now Zhu Lingwu is ninety percent sure that this throne is where his natal soul is hiding.

"Well, yes, this throne is the core forbidden hub of this tomb, and it is also where my body is located, okay, I still have to control the ancient tomb to avoid the prying eyes of outsiders, you go to the backyard to rest first!"

The Netherworld Spirit really didn't have any defense, after all, for it, how could it be thought that the disciples of the Xuanshen Sect could fight it, everyone was originally in a group, and there was no need to fight its idea at all.

Seeing that it really admitted it, Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but smile proudly in his heart, but soon became depressed again, how could he handle it?

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