"Buzz buzz..." Thousands of rotating knives were spinning rapidly.
The light of the sword was mixed with the coldness, rendering the already gloomy right hall into a mountain of swords from hell.
"No one can enter here and dare to be disrespectful to the master." A faint voice sounded from above the right hall, very faint, but full of threats.
Jin Zun raised his head when he heard the words. In the space above the right hall in front of him, Yun Zhaozheng was standing on the stone wall with an indifferent expression, looking down at him.
Jin Zun's brows suddenly stood up, he let out a roar, and the sword in his hand flew horizontally, shooting towards Yun Zhao above.
"Dare to plot against your grandfather."
When Yun Zhao heard this, he snorted slightly from the tip of his nose and flicked his finger on the wall beside him.
In an instant, the top of the palace, which was winding like an arc, suddenly opened, and a huge cylindrical stone pillar crashed down.
It is almost as big as the entire right hall below. If it fits like this, any corner of the entire right hall will be hit by it.
The rapid fall, mixed with the sound of wind, was almost like the cry of a ghost.
Jin Zun, who was shooting towards Yun Zhao from below, saw his already discolored face, and instantly changed even more, almost becoming pale.
Above the head is a huge stone pillar plummeting down.
At his feet were thousands of venomous rotating knives.
This is really a way to go to heaven, but there is no way to go to earth.
With great anxiety in his heart, Jin Zun shot towards Yun Zhao desperately.
If we can seize the position where Yunzhao is standing, then there may be a glimmer of hope, otherwise...
Seeing Jin Zun coming at him like a sharp arrow, Yun Zhao not only did not avoid it, but instead looked at Jin Zun's approaching body leisurely, and slowly showed a smile.
"Give it to me..." With a stroke of his sword, Jin Zun rushed to Yun Zhao's eyes.