"There is something inside!" Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly felt a little more expectant and surprised.

He suddenly flicked his fingers together, and more than ten Geng-gold sword energy criss-crossed, instantly enveloping the stone tablet.

For a time, stone chips were flying everywhere and dust was flying nearby.

As layers of bluestone are chipped away, the glow under the stele becomes more and more dazzling.

Zhao Sheng waved his sleeves, and the Gengjin sword energy immediately dissipated.

At this time, most of the stone stele has been cut off. In the middle of the stone stele, there is a one-foot-square yellow crystal plaque embedded in it, as if it had originally grown in the stele. The entire bluestone stele seems to be just a thick shell of this crystal plaque.

Zhao Sheng stared at the exposed part of the crystal tablet. When he saw the Taiyi spiritual inscriptions flashing on the surface, he let out a breath.

Then, he no longer hesitated and gathered the purple gold spiritual power in the palm of his hand. With one hand, he looked towards the crystal tablet, reached forward with his five fingers like hooks, grabbed the top of the crystal tablet, and lifted it up with all his strength.

It is indeed extremely heavy!

But Zhao Sheng, who was prepared, used his strong body this time to forcefully pull the entire body of the crystal card out of the stone monument.

A yellow crystal tablet appeared in front of Zhao Sheng, with runes flowing on it and a faint glow flashing on it.

Zhao Sheng took a closer look at the spiritual text on it, and suddenly felt happy in his heart. He immediately tapped the crystal tablet. After a slight tremor, the crystal tablet shrank sharply. In the blink of an eye, it became the size of a palm, and made a "swish" sound.

, disappeared into Zhao Sheng’s sleeves.

Then, Zhao Sheng calmed down his excitement a little, and then fled to the palace as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, Zhao Sheng quietly walked into a very wide bluestone square.

Looking around, I saw a dilapidated palace with a corner collapsed in the center of the square. It was nearly a hundred feet high and made entirely of extremely hard and rare Qinggang stone. Countless strange monsters were carved on the outer walls of the palace.

, after countless years, there is still a majestic atmosphere that comes to your face.

What surprised Zhao Sheng was that the shape and style of this palace was very different from the architectural style of Tianzhu Realm.

Zhao Sheng had never seen the monsters on the carvings or the shape of the palace. There was no record of it in the ancient books he had read before. It was as if this palace did not belong to this world.

"Could it be built by bigwigs from other worlds who crossed over to the Tianzhu Realm?" Seeing this, Zhao Sheng muttered to himself in confusion.

However, now is not the time to think wildly. At this time, in front of the palace gate, there are many immortal cultivators who are wielding various spiritual weapons, puppets and other treasures, desperately attacking this strange palace.

Zhao Sheng glanced at everyone and immediately took in everyone.

At a glance, at least three of these people have unfathomable auras, and behind one of them is an illusion of a huge and ferocious one-horned ghost king. It is a rare true Jindan real person.

These three Jindan masters are undoubtedly the talkers here.

This is also true.

At this moment, the square is roughly divided into three loose groups, all of which respect these three golden elixirs.

Zhao Sheng recalled briefly and quickly identified the identity of the true elixir from the one-horned ghost king's vision. He was clearly the old monster serving the soul of the golden elixir master of the Demonic Power Huanhun Sect.

Zhao Sheng's arrival quickly attracted the attention of others.

In the blink of an eye, three figures flew over from the crowd one after another.

"Your Majesty, may I ask if you are a righteous person, a casual cultivator, or a fellow demon?" A fat man with blue hair and a face asked first.

Upon seeing this, the other two people also bowed their hands and saluted, and reported their positions one after another. As expected, they were from the big sect family and the Dongtian casual cultivator.

Zhao Sheng thought for a moment, smiled, clasped his fists, and said: "A certain family comes from a rough family, so it's better to stay with fellow Taoists from Dongtian City."

Looking at the current situation, it is impossible not to join one force.

When exploring ruins, choosing to be alone often results in becoming cannon fodder!

"Haha! Fellow Taoist came with me. I, Fu Yue, also have a bad reputation in Dongtian City. By the way, you still don't know your surname?"

The white-browed old man on the far left, wearing a robe of auspicious clouds and ten thousand talismans, laughed immediately and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Zhao Sheng followed him and flew towards the casual cultivators while casually making up an identity: "I'm Yang Qing. I'm so ashamed. I just came to Dongtian City a few days ago and I didn't recognize Fellow Taoist Fu."

"It doesn't matter, Taoist friend Yang has a profound cultivation, and I'm afraid he's at least in the late stage of foundation building. Taoist friend has achieved such a level at such a young age, and the future of golden elixirs is promising!" Fu Yue didn't care, but was exploring something intentionally or unintentionally.

"Fellow Daoist Fu is overrated! I just practiced a few mediocre body refining techniques, that's why I look young. The golden elixir is so difficult, I can't peep into it."

"Haha, fellow Taoist Yang is too modest."

"I'm telling you the truth."

The two of them just exchanged two rounds of useless words and then flew away.

Fu Yue quickly took Zhao Sheng and introduced him to Master Tie Pan, the only casual cultivator.

Master Iron Pan, as his name suggests, has narrow eyes and a cold face, a body like an iron tower, and dark skin, like a nigger. There is a four-clawed dragon tattooed on his bare chest and back, and his face is covered with dark blue dragon patterns.

This person is also the only Jindan physical cultivator in Dongtian City, and his combat power ranks among the top five in the city.

"Junior Yangqing, I would like to pay my respects to the real person." Zhao Sheng stepped forward and saluted without losing etiquette.

Master Tiepan looked Zhao Sheng up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, your body has been trained well. It seems that the body-training method you practice is also unique. If you can survive this time, you will be able to do it later.

Dongtian City is here to look for me. Now go and join them to help!"

"Yes, junior, go now." Zhao Sheng clasped his hands and said loudly.

After saying that, he immediately turned around and stepped forward, joining the ranks of those who broke through the restrictions.

Boom boom boom!

A series of extremely lethal second-level spells, true talismans, spiritual weapon attacks, etc. all hit the thin light barrier at the same time.

However, all attacks hit the light shield like a stone sinking into the ocean. The white light shield covering the outside of the palace only trembled slightly, and then there was no movement at all.

Zhao Sheng was horrified to realize that the spiritual power of his Dantian was being consumed at an incredible speed.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What makes him even more horrified is that this palace seems to be a black hole that swallows spiritual power, and at least most of the escaped spiritual power is absorbed into it.

Often every one or two hours, some foundation-building monks would lose their spiritual power and have to retreat and take medicine to replenish the consumed spiritual power.

After communicating with the people next to him, Zhao Sheng discovered that someone came here as early as a month ago.

But a month has passed, and more and more people are coming here, but they are blocked by this defensive light shield and are unable to move forward.

The people in front tried their best but couldn't break the defensive restrictions, so they could only grind it out bit by bit in stupid ways.

Originally, due to the palace's strange properties of absorbing souls, no one could do anything about it.

However, perhaps over the years, a corner of the southwest wall of the palace collapsed, causing a flaw in this thin mask. In the collapsed place, the light and dark flickering of the mask did not appear to be very stable.

It was precisely because of seeing this that everyone attacked it desperately in order to break through this weird and weird defense.

"Mr. Wei! How long do you think it will take to break through this layer of defense?" The old monster waiting for the soul looked at the white light shield on the palace, turned to look at an elegant old man wearing a green-gold robe and asked, his expression

A little bit anxious at times.

"One more day and one night will be enough. Although this formation restriction is damaged, it is ten times more troublesome than I thought." The elegant old man Wei Yong'an replied in an unusually calm voice.

This person is not only the Jindan Patriarch of the Wei family of the Ziyang Sect, but he is also an extremely powerful formation master who can set up a third-level high-grade formation.

"I don't have much time left to wait. If an old Nascent Soul monster smells the smell and comes over, I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink the soup. Why don't you, Mr. Wei, try to break this formation restriction?"

Old Monster Hun deliberately encouraged him.

"I can't do it. If you can't wait, you might as well end it yourself." Wei Yongan sent the message back calmly.

At this time, Master Tiepan suddenly said through his spiritual consciousness: "How about the three of us take action together? The juniors are too helpless."

"Well, Wei has no objection. What do you think of Sihun?" Wei Yongan nodded and asked the old monster Sihun.

"Just take action! I can't wait any longer."

Before he finished speaking, the one-horned ghost king behind the old monster suddenly grew several times in size and turned into a behemoth eight to nine feet tall.

The Ghost King suddenly transformed from virtual reality and took a step forward of more than ten feet. The horn on his head suddenly shot out a blue-black will-o'-the-wisp as thick as a water tank, and crashed into the weak spot of the white light shield.

Boom!

Green-black will-o'-the-wisps burst out all over the sky, and the light shield suddenly dimmed.

Zizzi!

The green and black will-o'-the-wisp is so powerful that it actually adheres to the surface of the mask, corrodes and burns along the surface of the mask.

As soon as they saw the old monster waiting for the soul take action, the other two golden elixirs looked at each other, and immediately showed their magical powers and attacked the light shield.

With the addition of three golden elixirs, everyone's progress has been greatly accelerated.

In just two days, under the concerted attack of everyone (each with their own agenda), the white mask gradually became shaky.

During this period, there were five more foundation-building monks here, and a real Jindan was also attracted.

Half an hour later, just as Zhao Sheng retreated to a corner of the square to recover his spiritual power for the ninth time, he suddenly heard everyone excitedly exclaiming: "It's broken! It's broken!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the light shield covering the palace was slowly disappearing into the air.

"Finally broken!"

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng immediately stood up and rushed to the bronze gate of the palace with others.

The bronze gate of this palace is about ten feet high and three feet wide, with countless strange symbols carved on its surface.

A majestic, domineering and murderous aura rushed out from the door, almost suffocating.
To be continued...