At this time, the white fog in the valley became thicker and darker.

Wang Yuanze dared not stay even more.

The black palace seemed not far away, but Wang Yuanze flew for more than ten minutes. It was speculated that it was at least a hundred miles away. The canyon was getting wider and wider, and the mountains on both sides were getting higher and higher and steeper. When he flew to the front of the palace, he found that the palace was so big that it was so big that it completely blocked the canyon several kilometers wide like a city tower. It was at least hundreds of stories high, and the palace was not complete, as if it had traveled from another time and space, and then embedded with the mountains on both sides of the canyon. Many places were broken, and bricks and stones even floated in the air, forming a strange structure.

Above the palace, there were red blood clouds rolling in the sky, and blood-red lightning flashes constantly shining, looking like the legendary Demon King Palace, which made Wang Yuanze's hair stand up strangely.

"Senior, do you know where this is?" Wang Yaze communicated with the Soul-Devouring Pearl in his mind, but this time Wuyazi lost his voice again.

It seems that the formation here is too strange, and Wuyazi's spiritual consciousness has been greatly suppressed.

Wang Yuanze stood a few kilometers away from the palace. Just as he was hesitating whether to go in and take a look, he suddenly screamed behind him, and saw that the mop monster had just chased him out again.

Wang Yuanze turned around vigilantly and stared at the mop monster.

"Squeak~Squeak~~" This time the mop monster did not get angry at Wang Yuanze, but spread its wings and roared in the direction of the palace, and was in a very irritable mood.

Could it be that there is an enemy of the mop monster inside?

Wang Yuanze breathed a sigh of relief, but became even more alert to this black palace.

Wuyazi said that this mop monster is a mountain god and cannot be killed.

A monster that even a celestial immortal felt was difficult to deal with and unable to beat, was so angry and even afraid of this palace and did not dare to approach it, which means that there was something even more terrifying here.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Yuanze decided to go in and take a look.

It has been four days since he entered the underground palace, and he has not finished his map yet.

According to the past experience of the Pill Dividing Conference, most people can only stay for less than a month at most, and it is rare for more than two months. However, the longer they stay, the better the opportunity may be, but the greater the danger, because the deeper they go to the underground palace, the more powerful the repulsion of the formation, the more powerful the spiritual consciousness of the several gods outside suppressed, and the smaller the possibility of encountering dangerous helpers.

In previous sessions of the Dan Division Conference, some people stayed in it and never came out again.

Maybe he was trapped in some time and space fragments and couldn't get out, or maybe he was already dead.

The latter possibility is as high as 90%.

Watching Wang Yuanze walk forward, the mop monster flew over to stop him and screamed at him.

Wang Yuanze didn't know why, but this time he obviously felt that the monster had no malice, but instead seemed to remind him of the horror of the palace.

However, having already reached this point, Wang Yuanze must go to more places as soon as possible and find opportunities to make him break through quickly.

The Dan Dividing Conference is once every ten years, and if you miss it, it will take another ten years. According to Wuyazi's speculation, it is still a big question whether there is still a chance to come in ten years.

"You get out of the way, I have to go in and take a look!" Wang Yuanze waved his hand at the monster.

"Squeak~~" The mop monster screamed a few times. Seeing that Wang Yuanze had no intention of retreating, he spread his wings and whistled away, and he lost his trace in an instant.

Wang Yuanze also soared into the air, stepped on the flying sword and turned into a green light toward the palace gate, and soon flew to the front of the gate.

When Wang Yuanze walked closer, he saw clearly that the palace was actually very broken. Many places of the tall city wall had collapsed, bricks and stones were scattered all over the ground. Although the huge city gate was closed, a huge hole was exposed in the middle, as if it was broken by something.

A bone-broken breath flowed out from the hole in the city gate, forming a thick cloud of cold fog outside.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yuanze drove the flying sword through the hole and entered it.

Entering the door is an extremely empty hall.

There was a thick fog in the hall. The thick fog was filled with collapsed stone pillars and broken huge rocks everywhere. In the center, there was a huge human statue hundreds of meters high, covered in black armor, a pair of giant claws covered with scales with black metallic luster, and a black giant blade. There were several sharp long thorns behind it, and half of the head on the neck was missing. The cross section was neatly as if it was cut by a knife. Looking up along the section cut on the head, the palace behind the statue and the wall were also cut a huge crack. The black void was exposed behind the crack, and the shining starry sky could be vaguely seen.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Wang Yuanze was covered in cold shape.

The power of this sword is completely unimaginable. Maybe it is the power of a powerful blow by an immortal who surpasses the spiritual realm.

This statue is obviously not a human race. Apart from the claws covered with scales, there are dense scales on the remaining half of the face and neck.

The spiritual consciousness is completely useless here, because the palace is too big, Wang Yuanze's spiritual consciousness dispersed, and he could only see one finger of the statue.

"Pu ~"

A faint sound came from the statue.

Wang Yuanze instantly stood up his hair and held the Lie Yan Crystal Bomb in his hand again, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any movement again. So he carefully drove the flying sword and flew around the statue. Only then did he find that the half-missed head of the statue was actually filled with red blood, like a pool of blood several feet in radius. The rolling cold air emitted flowed down the statue's cheeks and gathered into a strong cold fog that filled the hall.

What surprised him was that a black flower grew in the puddle, about a meter-sized size, looming in the cold fog. In the middle of the flower, there was a blood-red fruit covered with thorns, which was still slightly swelling, exuding a heart-wrenching breath.

What kind of flower is this? It’s so weird that it makes your scalp tingling!

Wang Yuanze carefully released his spiritual sense and swept it slightly, and his soul suddenly seemed to be burned. A burst of extremely cold aura instantly spread throughout his body. He couldn't help but tremble all over his body and made a huge cold war.

This is not ordinary coldness, nor is it the coldness of the soul, but a feeling that makes the soul freeze.

"Pu ~"

A drop of red water fell from the sky and fell on the pitch-black petals. Then it rolled down the petals into the blood. A stronger cold mist immediately rose up, and the chill emitted made Wang Yuanze almost freeze his soul and fell into the fight.

Could these be divine blood?

An idea rose in Wang Yuanze's mind.

A drop of divine blood can create a great monk in the Spirit Transformation Realm. If the statue's head is full of divine blood, then wouldn't it take one step to become a god if you drink a few more sips?

However, feeling the terrifying chill of blood and the extremely strange black flower, Wang Yuanze quickly gave up this idea.

First of all, whether this is divine blood remains to be verified. Even if it is divine blood, I guess I will die if I take it down in one bite. My soul can freeze into a dead dog, and it will completely turn into an ice sculpture... an ice sculpture... Damn it!

Wang Yuanze rose into the air and looked at the statue hundreds of meters high again. It felt that the more he looked, the more he looked, the worse it was. It didn't look like a statue at all, but it was really like a giant creature I had never seen before.

The black scales, blue-blue claws, and the bones emitting light from the broken edge of the head all showed that this really didn't look like a statue.

Perhaps at some point, this giant like a god and demon was sitting in his palace, and then his head was suddenly cut off by someone, and then he was frozen here.

The more I thought about it, the more creepy he became, Wang Yuanze looked up at the top of the hall.

A huge hole broke on the roof of the palace.

You can see the rolling blood-red clouds and flashing electric lights outside.

The red clouds gathered like a funnel into a huge vortex facing the hole. The blood that had just dripped seemed to be dripping from the blood cloud.

Wang Yuanze looked at the bloody water in the pit again and found that in addition to the black flowers, there were also some thick blood vessels and veins inside, shaking gently like water plants and vines, and sometimes a few faint black lights and shadows flashed.

Is this statue not dead yet?

Wang Yuanze was shocked and set up his sword to retreat in a hurry.

But just as he turned around, a red vine flew out of the blood pool on the statue's head, and the legs that were wrapped around him suddenly shrank back.

"Plop~"

Wang Yuanze hit hard in the blood and was instantly dragged into the bottom of the water.

Countless blood vines in the water quickly tangled up like pythons.

Gudu ~

In horror, Wang Yuanze struggled desperately, but to no avail.

After several mouthfuls of blood, a terrifying cold filled the whole body, and the spiritual consciousness was frozen instantly, and it was impossible to communicate the vitality at all. This terrifying cold quickly poured into his mind. A layer of blood-colored frost quickly spread in the purple palace that was stretched open by Yu Wuya, and the soul-devouring beads were quickly frozen in it.

"Hey, what a strong demon soul aura... no, damn..."

Wang Yuanze's frozen mind sounded the ghost cry of a man, and then the Soul-Devouring Pearl began to vibrate slightly, then slowly rotated, emitting a stream of black aura that continuously absorbed the blood-colored cold aura.

Wang Yuanze no longer had any movement.

It was tied by countless blood vines and floated in the center of the blood like rice dumplings.

There was a faint halo on these blood vines constantly flashing, like a pipe that kept injecting blood into his body.
Chapter completed!