Further apart, on a green flying magic weapon that looked like a wooden house, an old woman was speaking respectfully into the house through a layer of blurred bead curtains: "Report to the master, I have seen clearly, those idiots have indeed reduced their cultivation level."

"This is normal. If that person wants to remove the poison of dust that I have given, he can only send someone to the Nightmare Palace and obtain that thing to give it an antidote. Otherwise, this poison will torture him like a maggot in his tarsal bone for a lifetime, making his lifelong cultivation unreachable. But then again, I am here for this thing this time." A cold woman's voice came from the house.

"Master, don't worry. My body has prepared what you requested. Although I did not take the magic pill, I sealed most of my cultivation with the imprisonment ring and could also temporarily enter it. If I encounter danger, my body will not be able to do this body and can force a blow to the level of the cultivation level." The old woman looked loyal.

"Very good, Mrs. Meng, thank you for your hard work. An old man like you is the most loyal. I hope everything goes well by then..." After the woman sighed, her voice gradually became low and she was unable to hear it.

The old woman stood outside the house without moving for a moment, like an old ancient pine tree.

...

A man with a horned head and a huge monster fish with green scales sitting cross-legged with a curly beard and a blue robe was sitting cross-legged.

The man in blue robe who seemed to be mighty looked straight at the phantom of the palace in the black vortex, muttering some words: "It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, it's mine..."

A wisp of saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but he was a demented person.

...

A layer of transparent gauze that outsiders could not see, sat upright on a grand master's chair on a huge disc.

His eyes were green and his head was blue. There was a bright red rune mark between his eyebrows. There were two young and beautiful maids in palace clothes, one gently rubbed his shoulders, and the other stuffed unknown fruits that had been peeled into his mouth.

A little further behind the young man in brocade clothes, there were eight men holding sword armored soldiers with golden helmets and golden armor standing, each of them with a solemn expression and sculptural movement.

The young man in the golden shirt has such a big show!

When he half opened his eyes through the veil, he looked at a group of immortal cultivators on a flying magic weapon, his eyes were full of contempt, as if he was looking at an ant.

Time passes by little by little.

Two days later, high in the sky.

A roar in the black vortex, and the last corner of the huge palace finally broke out, and quickly turned from a phantom to a solid state.

At this point, the entire black palace completely emerged in the whirlpool.

Almost at the same time, gray-white faces on the palace gate suddenly struggled and wriggled. In a moment, everyone's faces gathered together and turned into a huge ghost face. With the crack of the door as the boundary, half blue and half red, with two horns on the head and exposed fangs.

But strangely, although the huge grimace is hideous and terrifying, his eyes are closed tightly.

"The Nightmare Palace is about to open!"

"There is only one hour to pass the level."

The many immortal cultivators who had been waiting for the sea below suddenly became turbulent, and some even started to shout excitedly.

Some flying magic weapons had a loud sound of breaking through the air, and waves of light were thrown directly towards the gate of the Black Palace.

A strange scene appeared.

When these escape lights approached the palace, the originally closed Ghost Face door slowly opened silently and was covered with thick gray fog.

"Haha, since the Ghost Gate has been opened, then I will take the lead." A loud laughter came from a certain escape light and he was the first to enter the gate of the Black Palace.

This action suddenly seemed to have detonated something. Hundreds of lights either control small magic weapons or fly directly on their bodies, and then they all disappeared into the fog after entering the entrance.

"idiot!"

"At first glance, these people are just casual cultivators without foundation, and they don't even know the power of the Gate of Ghost."

"Hehe, there are probably not many of these people who are alive to enter."

...

Most of the remaining cultivators belonged to the great powers of aristocratic families and sects. When everyone saw this, they all showed gloating expressions.

Then, after various forces prepared, a team of immortal cultivators flew up in the air. Before entering the Ghost Face Gate, they lit some kind of incense and candles, each holding it in their hands, and then they carefully entered the fog.

The Zhong family, including Zhong Chen, had already walked out of the Chiguang Palace and stared at the black palace where the gate was opened.

On the golden dragon boat not far away, after Tang Yuming's order, more than 30 Tang family children also flew to the Nightmare Palace with incense candles in their hands and quickly disappeared into the fog.

Seeing this expression, Zhong Quan glanced slightly and glanced at the other side, and happened to meet Yue Jianhai on the huge turtle.

After Yue Jianhai roared, he waved his hand and the Yue family's children also flew into the air and flew towards the Black Palace.

"Before officially entering the interior, we are temporarily led by Zhong Fu. After all, he is an old man who has entered the Nightmare Palace once. In addition, you know the taboos and dangers of the Nightmare Palace, so I won't say much. In short, you can't lose face in our Zhong family, and then try to come back alive." Zhong Quan narrowed his eyes slightly, and after watching the Yue family's disciples also enter the Nightmare Palace, he suddenly ordered.

"Yes!" An old man with a yellow face and a sick face stepped forward and agreed first.

Others followed.

Zhong Chen looked at the old man from behind and his heart moved.

This old man named Zhong Kuo is a common disciple and one of the few disciples in the Zhong family who had experienced the last time he came back alive in the Nightmare Palace.

The reason why he was still qualified to enter the Nightmare Palace this time was that he also had the experience in the clan to help the newcomers avoid some unnecessary and dangerous ideas.

"Listen, now ignite the evil-proof incense and follow the team. After entering the gate of hell, no matter what abnormal things are seen or heard inside, you will never pay attention to them. If someone falls behind, you will never look back and look for them. Do you understand?" After Zhong Fu received the appointment of Zhong Quan, the elder of the clan, he ordered without hesitation.

Although Zhong Jinlong and others had their own thoughts, they naturally had no intention of objection on the surface, and the others nodded one after another.

Then everyone took out the evil-proof incense that had been prepared long ago, lit it, and took it, followed Zhong Fu to fly to the Black Palace.

Zhong Chen followed the team slowly, with five or six civil disciples behind him, Zhong Tai, Zhong Yue brothers and Murong Shuang.

In a blink of an eye, the group approached the Black Palace.

Zhong Chen looked at the giant gate that was getting closer and closer, glanced at the hideous ghost faces on both sides, and suddenly his face changed slightly, and he subconsciously touched the silver wristguard on his left hand.

I don’t know if I had an illusion, but the two grimaces on the left wrist just now seemed to be hot, and the two grimaces on the Giant Gate looked at him like his eyes were moving. When he looked at him carefully again, the two grimaces remained motionless again, as if the scene just now had never happened.

Zhong Chen's thoughts changed a few times, and after thinking about some news about the Ghost Sect, his heart was slightly cold. He didn't dare to look at the faces on the Ghost Sect anymore, and followed the person in front of him into the thick fog.

It is strange that when the incense candles in the hands of everyone were lit outside, they only emitted a faint fragrance, but as soon as they entered the fog, they became extremely rich.

At the top of all the lit incense candles, there are clusters of yellow fluorescence emitted, covering the whole body of the incense holder, forcing the nearby gray fog to avoid several feet of long distances.

The group of people walked in a row, forming a long and pale yellow passage.

"Well! Pay attention, in the gate of hell, this evil-proof incense is your second life. The fragrance is in the person, and the fragrance is destroyed."

The sound of Zhong Fu coughing lightly came from the front of the team.

"Hehe, Zhong Fu, do you really think you are the leader of me. You should tell me, who doesn't know the importance of the evil-proof incense at this Ghost Gate. If you don't protect your body in this gate of evil-proof incense, you will easily fall into the illusion and get lost in it." A somewhat frivolous voice came from the middle of the team, and it was a straight young man with a smooth head next to Zhong Jinlong.

"Since you are so confident, I won't say much." Zhong Fu turned around and glanced at the man deeply, and said expressionlessly.

Then, he really no longer had any words, but just led a group of people to move forward silently in the sea of ​​fog.

Zhong Jinlong couldn't help but frowned in the team, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Zhong Daotian sneered twice.

Zhong Yiyun had a smile on her face.
Chapter completed!