This immortal talisman was given to Wu Yunxian Zun by him. What does it mean if the immortal talisman breaks at this moment? It means Wu Yunxian Zun is in big trouble, otherwise he would not come to remind him.
What kind of trouble can Wu Yunxian Zun encounter?
Needless to say, the gods and demons have begun to attack. They may not be able to hold it anymore and need his support.
But what can Jiang Han do if he goes down? He hasn't fully recovered yet, so there's not much point in going down.
He finally reached the seventh floor and arrived in front of Luxu Palace. He was unwilling to go on like this without gaining anything.
He stood up suddenly and began to wander around Luxu Palace, looking for a way to get in.
Half an hour!
He decided to study for another half hour, and if he still found nothing in half an hour, he would go down. He swallowed a few healing pills to speed up his body's recovery.
He began to study Luxu Palace. This palace is a whole. There are powerful immortal formations in the entire palace. It is impossible to break through it violently. Taoist Luxu is very strong in the immortal formation, and this palace must be too.
A treasure.
You can't break it with violence, you can only use it wisely.
Jiang Han observed for a while, and his eyes fell on the lines on the palace walls and gates.
These lines look very beautiful and gorgeous, very distinctive, and they feel like they have a very special charm in them, as if they are interpreting a kind of truth of heaven and earth.
After observing the incense for a while, Jiang Han quickly gave up.
These lines might contain some truth, or there might be a way to open the palace, but he didn't have time to decipher it.
Moreover, he is not familiar with the Immortal Formation. Even if he is given several years, let alone half an hour, he may not be able to crack it.
"Boom boom boom!"
Jiang Han could only use his fists to bombard the gate of Luxu Palace, punching him one after another. He wanted to give it a last try to see if he could blast open the palace.
One punch, a hundred punches, a thousand punches.
The palace gate did not move at all, except for the faint light that shone with each bombardment, but other than that there was no movement at all.
Soon half an hour passed, and Jiang Han gave up helplessly.
His eyes flickered, and he hesitated in his heart, should he give it one last try?
For example, paying homage to Taoist Luxu or something?
"never mind!"
Jiang Han shook his head. This kind of powerful person is aloof and arrogant. It is useless to beg him. If he cannot meet his request, it will be useless to kneel and die here.
"It's no use praying, then scold me!"
Jiang Han stood in front of the palace gate. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He couldn't help but cursed: "Taoist Luxu, what did you arrange? It has been more than a million years, and no one has come up. I finally came up."
Now, won’t you let me in?”
"Do you want your inheritance to be sealed here forever? Or do you want to give your treasures to the gods and demons? You old man, your father is so angry!"
After scolding Jiang Han, he turned around and walked towards Panshan Road. Since he couldn't get in, there was no need to waste time here.
The gods and demons outside must have started to attack crazily. If he doesn't go down, something will happen to Wu Yunxian and Yu Xi.
"Buzz~"
The moment he turned around, the palace door suddenly lit up with a faint light, and then the door slowly opened.
Jiang Han reached the intersection of Panshan Road in a flash. He felt the fluctuation behind him and turned around suddenly. His eyes shrank sharply, his face full of disbelief.
He tried every means and bombarded him for so long, but there was no movement at the palace door. Unexpectedly, after he cursed a few times at the end, the palace door opened?
What is going on?
Could it be that Taoist Luxu was inside? He heard his insulting words and was ready to retaliate against him?
"No, Taoist Luxu has died a long time ago. Could it be that... there is a trace of his soul left behind?"
Although the palace door was slowly opening, Jiang Han didn't feel any joy in his heart, but instead felt extremely uneasy.
If Taoist Luxu really has a remnant soul, then if he does anything, he will be wiped out. This man was the commander-in-chief of the human race at that time, and his combat power was comparable to that of the Green Emperor and the Jade Emperor.
The palace door slowly opened, but nothing could be seen inside, it was hazy.
Jiang Han stood nervously on the spot, not daring to move. He was secretly on guard, defending with all his strength, and preparing to face the next violent storm.
"call out!"
A ray of blue light suddenly shot out from the palace at a terrifying speed.
Jiang Han had just seen the blue light, which had already flown in front of him. It was a long and narrow blue sword, and the cold air on the blade was so breathtaking that Jiang Han's soul trembled.
"Coming!"
Jiang Han's whole body tensed up. Without any hesitation, he punched the blade in an attempt to block it.
"boom!"
The sword struck his fist hard, and there was a dull explosion. Blood spurted from his fist, and the bones of his hand were shattered.
A violent force rushed into his body, and at this moment he felt that the power in his body was suddenly drained away.
"this……"
The green sword was knocked back by him, but a turmoil arose in his heart. This sword was extremely weird.
The attack power didn't feel particularly powerful, but this sword made him weak. It seemed that a mysterious force entered his body, making him extremely weak instantly.
"What an evil knife!"
Jiang Han was secretly surprised. He quickly used the Holy Body of Thunder to recover from the injuries on his fist, staring at the knife.
"call out!"
The cyan sword seemed to be controlled by someone from a distance. After being knocked back, it flew around in the air and once again cut through the sky and struck at his head. His body became extremely weak at this moment, and he felt that he could not block the sword.
"The Wrath of the Demon God!"
Without any hesitation, he directly released the wrath of the devil.
Although his body is very weak, releasing the demon's wrath will hurt his essence, but if he does not release it, he is afraid that he will not be able to withstand the sword and will be split into two pieces.
"boom!"
He unleashed his White Wound Fist and hit the sword hard. There was a dull explosion, and his entire arm was chopped into pieces by the sword.
Another strange energy entered his body, and this time he felt that all the strength in his body was drained. His body collapsed on the ground, and he no longer had the strength to stand up.
"This knife... is too evil!"
Jiang Han's pupils shrank, how could he still play with this?
One blow drained most of the strength from his body, and two blows left him without any strength at all. How could he bear the third blow?
"call out!"
The green long knife was knocked back, flew around in mid-air, and once again came towards Jiang Han and struck him hard on the head.
"roll!"
Jiang Han released the blood of the God of War, the purple blood in his body boiled, and a strange and unpredictable aura was released from his body.
He felt that his body had gained strength again. He stood up with a roar, raised another fist and slammed it towards the blue sword.
"boom!"
There was a dull explosion, and Jiang Han's other arm was chopped into pieces by the sword. This time it wasn't just the arm, his left shoulder was split open by the knife, and half of his body was gone.
This sword also had an evil force entering Jiang Han's body.
If he didn't have the strength to move a finger just now, he felt like he couldn't even open his eyes at this moment.
Not only his physical body, but also his soul was extremely weak, like an old man who had run out of oil and might faint at any time.
"It's over!"
He sighed secretly in his heart, if he stabbed him again, he would have no choice but to go see him for being too naughty...
He couldn't do anything and fell in a pool of blood. He could only wait for death quietly.
"call out!"
The sword was not knocked back this time. It flew up, spun around in mid-air, and flew towards Jiang Han again.
A biting cold air enveloped him, as if Jiang Han had smelled the breath of death.