"Life is endless to death. It's such a strange old man. He has already climbed the Immortal Gate and is still sentimental here. If he becomes an immortal, how can he be extra happy?"

A murmur sound came from the mouth of the young man Jinyi. In a daze, there was an impatient monk behind him who could not wait. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the young man hard, pushing the latter staggered, and at the same time, an extremely impatient voice sounded:

"Where did the country bumpkin come from? Walking slowly, delaying my becoming an immortal."

Amid the curse, with coldness and impatientness, the young man in brocade clothes rolled around the ground, got up from the ground and looked back angrily.

Behind him, a middle-aged man with a fierce face was holding his arms contemptuously, looking down with a playful look.

Then the thunder monk with a sharp aura raised his spit and was about to spit forward, but suddenly he suddenly raised his hands, covered his neck, and his mouth was filled with an extremely painful hissing sound.

In the next breath, wisps of blood began to shoot outwards through the monk's fingers. The former's whole body began to tremble violently. At the same time, the cold and hoarse voice came again from the front:

"I said before that, the important place of the Immortal Palace is not allowed to make noise. Those who do not listen will be like this, and they will die!"

As soon as the word "death" was released, the monks were silent and did not dare to make any sound. Then they began to move forward quickly, crossed the Southern Immortal Gate and entered the Yunhai Avenue of the ruins of the Immortal Palace.

Because the Great Lord of Jinhai, as the gate envoy, was not in the Immortal Palace, the magnificent appearance of the rolling golden clouds did not appear around the Yunhai Avenue. However, despite this, the Way on the Cloud is still extremely spectacular.

Among the rolling white clouds, a white jade fairy path extends forward and spreads in all directions, like a lotus branch on the clouds. Although there is no magnificent scenery, it is still shocking.

"This is where the real immortals live!"

A low voice came from the mouths of monks. After the killing just now, these people undoubtedly restrained their inner surging and followed the bamboo pole-like figure in front of them and quickly moved forward.

After the baptism of war, the destruction of this immortal palace that had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years was obvious. After watching this unchanging and dilapidated scene for a long time, the excitement of entering the immortal gate was gradually exhausted.

For a very long time, these monks walked on the long cloud road of the Immortal Palace, ruined and silently enveloped their bodies. At the same time, the cold eyes of the monks patrolling from time to time also made more and more people begin to doubt the authenticity of the so-called chosen person.

Fear will undoubtedly spread outward, and the unknown is the most perfect breeding ground for the former!

Therefore, as the group continued to move forward, a little uneasiness gradually appeared on the monk's face. After looking around, he even slowed down a little.

The slowing down of the pace was reflected in the speed of the entire team's advance. Then the bamboo pole monk who was walking in the front stopped his pace of progress, turned around, grinned and said:

"Dear chosen people, why are you slowing down? Don't be discouraged. You're fast. This opportunity to reach the sky is right ahead."

This hoarse voice was extremely obvious. This made some monks at the end of the team subconsciously step back for a distance, trying to escape directly.

However, in the next breath, the murderous sound rolled down from the front:

"Run? Faced with such a great opportunity, you still have to run. You are too unwilling to take my holy court seriously, right?"

Before this statement could be finished, the monk in front of him, who was as tall as a bamboo pole, suddenly appeared on his body, and then a violent voice continued to thunder:

"Of course, one of the people chosen by God is chosen among hundreds of millions of people. As for those who cannot choose, there is only one word.

"die!"

As soon as the word "death" came out, the extremely strong murderous aura exploded directly. Then the bamboo monk swung his right hand forward, and the void was instantly cut open by arc phantoms.

These arcs were the thorns that extended outward from the monk's body. Then, these jungle thorns tied up the necks of the monks who wanted to escape without any accident, and finally lifted these people up directly and hung them in the air.

From a distance, these monks who were covering their necks and struggling in the air were like gourd blood food swaying back and forth on the blood vine. At the same time, a very strong bloody smell rushed out directly.

"This place is a ruin of the Immortal Palace. Where can I run, where can I run?"

After the hoarse and cold voice continued to be heard, the monk, who was like a bamboo pole, began to shake his hands that turned into long thorny vines.

With this hand swing, monks strung up on the thorny hands were easily swept away. The place where these people flew away was just the side of the Cloud Sea Avenue, a place where thick clouds gathered.

In the next breath, this thick cloud spread out, and it turned out to be a dark hall with a dark hole.

In the dark hall, lightning flashed, just like a giant beast's mouth, swallowing the monks who were throwing them in one fancy mouthful, without even causing any waves.

Then a trembling chill rose deep in the hearts of these monks, and deep fear came out at the same time.

The next breath, after throwing these people into the dark hall with an understatement, the monk Zhugan patted his hands, turned around, and the voice continued to sound outward:

"Okay, everyone, this great opportunity to reach the sky is right in front of you, please."

After this statement, no one dared to move forward first. These monks are not fools. The current situation means that the dark hall in front of them is definitely a tiger's den that will last forever.

This situation made the impatience on the face of the monk Zhugan became stronger and stronger. In the end, he stopped talking, but directly raised his hand and swept hard at all the monks in front of him.

In the next moment, countless thorny vines extended out of the depths of the void. After they were stretched into pieces, they seemed to be rolling waves rushing out of clouds and mist.

Then these huge waves rushed upwards, directly bombarding the monks with one after another, and then slapped them into the dark hall in front of them.

All this starts quickly and ends faster.

Then the cloud-shang Avenue was completely cleared, leaving only this bamboo-like monk standing proudly, staring at the entrance of the dark hall with thunder and lightning in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

About half a quarter of an hour later, another figure in a black robe also appeared slowly outside the dark hall, and then the sound rang out:

"Why, you also want to enter this Holy Court Dark Palace and accept the inheritance?"

"Don't you think that this is the natal treasure of the real ancient immortal, including bloodline and cultivation."

After the cold rhetorical question came from the mouth of monk Yu Zhugan, both of them fell into silence.

Then time flowed silently, and after a long time, the faint sound continued to ring here:

"Before, people with the blood of immortals came to absorb the treasures of the immortals, forcibly raise the realm, and reach the pseudo-land fairyland. This time, if you do the opposite, will there be incredible changes?"
Chapter completed!