Chapter 469: The Underground Palace Doesn’t Have to Be a Building
Chapter 469 The underground palace is not necessarily a building
"Ancestor, do you want me to go in and take a look?" Qian Daoliu looked at the black mist in the distance warily, flew to Qian Zhongling's side and asked softly.
"No need, just ask the main messenger over there to understand." Qian Zhongling glanced at Tang San, who had been restrained by Zhan Fenghua's leader.
You can't ask, it doesn't exist.
It's just that you become stupid.
There is no need to send people inside, who knows what is inside.
Theoretically, there is nothing on the continent that can threaten the existence of a god-level powerhouse, but who knows?
There is no existence on the mainland that is immune to the mental probing of god-level experts. Isn’t it about to appear now?
"No need to ask, it's already started."
Hearing Di Tian's voice, Qian Daoliu suddenly turned his head and looked.
The black liquid never evaporates, but flows on the surface of the monster's body.
Gu Yuena clicked her tongue in surprise, just saying, how can there be any space to hide in front of a first-level god.
——The reflection belonging to the Holy Mountain of Wuhun Palace.
After all, many juniors from the Spirit Hall and Camelot have stretched out a pair of light wings and flown in the air.
Not to mention this life, does the Supreme God King like ordinary people?
He really looked down on everyone present, and his eyes seemed to say, you are all dead, you are all trash, you are all losers...
It doesn't matter if you don't know the inside story. Your experience and mentality are there, and you can't be furious with just one look.
Still no one came close to the heart-stopping holy mountain, and the shrill screams continued.
It looks like a live fish being cut off its scales and being held in someone's hand.
But his mental state was very good. He was obviously tied up with iron chains by Zhan Fenghua and was floating in the air, but there was a confident smile on his lips.
These expressions, these people don't have.
Subconsciously, he did not regard himself as the so-called blacksmith's son, nor did he think that his life would be too involved with these villagers.
With the top of the mountain facing down and the foot of the mountain as the top, as if taking the Douluo Hall of the Holy Mountain as the boundary, a mirror appeared, reflecting the entire Holy Mountain in the air.
In the first life, people were confident that they looked down on anyone, otherwise there would be no such thing as secretly learning secrets.
"No wonder we can't find it."
Inverted tower.
A little kid who thinks he is the child of a blacksmith has never had any contact with the villagers...
"It turns out that it is not hidden underground or in a special space, but hidden in the spiritual reflection.
Even if you are tied, you will doubt your life. Subconsciously, you should be number one, and you should be invincible.
The changes were really endless, and suddenly, the screaming stopped.
A reflection appeared in the sky.
It's contempt.
He looked down upon anyone in the Holy Soul Village. It would be fine if Tang Hao didn't interact with any of the villagers. His past experience and identity were there, and it would be too difficult for him to stoop down and interact with them.
Qian Ningshuang stared at the Holy Mountain and responded to Gu Yuena.
As the sky spreads into a red color, the spire of the tower begins to merge with the top of the mountain, step by step.
Everyone can see that the changes are not over yet.
Amazement, fear, inexplicable...
But no one said anything. Those who knew the inside story clearly understood that this man's virtue was like this.
Moreover, the intense artillery fire just now was unable to damage this thing at all. What is the difference between it and a god?
In fact, many god-level ones are still not as good as others.
So Ning Fengzhi still looked at Tang San with that elegant and easy-going expression, until she saw anger starting to appear on Tang San's own face.
The arrogant look in his eyes that he usually thought was well hidden but was repeatedly criticized was no longer hidden.
What spiritual soul might a mountain have?
But Xuantian Sect did it for you, and threw all the most important things into this spiritual realm.
More people were actually too lazy to look at him and were looking at the dark mountain peaks.
The mountain is still the same mountain, and a group of people can clearly see the buildings on it.
If it weren't for the people looking at the Holy Mountain from the air right now, who are all titled experts with good eyesight, they probably wouldn't be able to spot the black building that is almost integrated with the black mountain peak.
The Pope's Palace on the mountainside, the Douluo Palace on the top of the mountain, and several buildings excavated and built inside the Holy Mountain at the foot of the mountain.
A shapeless, fluid-like monster.
It is slightly higher than the Holy Mountain of Wuhun Palace, with black liquid flowing from the top to the bottom of the mountain.
How could you do such a stupid thing if you don't have any arrogance?
How could he be so sure that he could create a hidden weapon that had not been created for hundreds of years?
In the second life of Douluo Continent, I can't look down on anyone.
The slightly illusory reflection is not so, it is more like a tower than a mountain.
This is probably how Wuminghuo started.
In other words, it's not confidence, but looking down.
The tower was built with bones as building materials and decorated with human skin and flesh. It was still dripping with blood that defied human cognition and the laws of physics.
"But you have to say, this level is still not something that an ordinary mortal sect can achieve."
Tang San's current physical condition is not very good. His face is densely covered with blue scales here and there, highlighting the unevenness.
But these buildings, which originally followed the aesthetics of Wuhun Palace and were mostly built with gold as the main color, have all become extremely dark.
The mountain began to twist, and so did the tower.
The smell of blood and rotting corpses spread throughout the area.
"Is this what the Pope calls the Evil Soul Master Rebellion?" A Soul Saint cannot fly, even if the Soul Saint's status is actually similar to that of a titled powerhouse. So Ning Fengzhi is standing on a piece of ice.
Asked this sentence.
When Ning Fengzhi said this, he didn't look at anyone in Wuhun Palace. Instead, he looked at Tang San, who was held by Zhan Fenghua, with a smile on his face.
It is not just a reflection. Although the Holy Mountain is dark, it is only dark. In essence, it is still a mountain.
"Okay, here comes the big one."
The fusion was very fast, and the mountain and the tower had completely become one, replaced by a monster.
And after learning about the specific existence of the soul master, and relying on the so-called innate full soul power and twin martial souls, he looked down on anyone even more.
The black mist is shrinking.
The method comes from Shattering Yue Douluo.
The person who looked at him still had no excessive emotion in his eyes.
There shouldn't be such a sect in the mortal world. If Xuantian Sect was at this level thousands of years ago, there wouldn't be any Star Dou Forest or God of Angels.
The blood drips higher into the sky.
This mentality became more and more serious with subsequent adventures, until he became a god.
Until only the sacred mountain of Wuhun Temple, which they were familiar with but completely unfamiliar to, was left.
This overlooking is very unpleasant.
The proof point is even simpler, he can't afford to lose.
Not to mention that when people first learned about the existence of soul masters, they didn't look down on any soul masters at all.
It would be too ugly to really throw the leader of the Noumenon Sect behind the surface.
At the same time, there is also the negative aura that has enveloped the Holy Mountain from the beginning.
"This is some kind of underground palace, isn't it just a creature?"
