The first thousand six hundred and ninety-two chapters nine halls
"The roots under the dead wood pile should be the key core of these two forbidden traps. As long as all the roots under the dead wood pile are cut off, then this forbidden trap should be completely broken." Xiao Hei said solemnly.
Previously, it could clearly see Zhuo Wen's process of breaking through the restriction, and naturally noticed that the countless roots under the dead wood pile were unusual.
"It's not easy to cut off all the roots!"
Zhuo Wen breathed a sigh of relief to calm down the boiling energy and blood in his body, and then his eyes were constantly fixed on the restriction in front of him. He was secretly deducing in his mind the various changes in the restriction that could be evolved in front of him with the curse.
"This double restriction is very powerful, and it is impossible to break through it. If I hadn't known the curse-eating restriction just now, coupled with the speed of teleportation, I would have died in this restriction." Zhuo Wen's eyes showed understanding.
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Xiao Hei's eyes showed admiration, and he echoed: "With your ability to deduce the curse-eating ban, if you can deduce the weaknesses of this ban one by one, and then without causing the ban, you may be able to
Cut off all the roots under the dead wood pile, but this is too difficult."
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath and said, "Let me try. I will break this restriction."
With that said, Zhuo Wen pinched with his right hand, and a curse mark flew out from his fingertips and landed on the surface of the restriction. Immediately, Zhuo Wen closed his eyes slightly and began to silently feel the trajectory of the restriction in front of him and its weaknesses.
Xiaohei floated silently behind Zhuo Wen, its eyes fell on the restriction and did not bother Zhuo Wen.
Time passed slowly, and Zhuo Wen sat like this for three months. During these three months, Zhuo Wen often entered the restricted area to break the formation, but all failed.
Although they all failed, Zhuo Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter, and this restriction became clearer and clearer in his mind.
There is no doubt that this restriction is extremely mysterious and cumbersome, but Zhuo Wen's tireless research during this period has given him a deeper understanding and knowledge of the curse-eating ban, and his method of cracking the restriction was also developed in these three months.
Under the dedicated research, it is improving subtly.
"The Ancient Forbidden City is really magical. It is obviously just a strange energy created by ancient alchemists with their ethereal spiritual power, but it can actually exist for such a long time. Even now, the power of the Forbidden City is still so powerful."
At this moment, in Zhuo Wen's eyes, countless cursed shadows passed by, and the restriction in front of Zhuo Wen was like countless spiritual powers forming an extremely stable structure in a specific trajectory.
It is precisely because of this stable structure that the ethereal spiritual power has been materialized, and it has also allowed this forbidden trap to exist for tens of thousands of years, but it has still not been eroded and collapsed by the power of time.
After three months of continuous practice and observation, Zhuo Wen found hundreds of weaknesses in this restriction. However, these weaknesses are not critical, just insignificant. However, if Zhuo Wen steps on these weaknesses and approaches the dead wood pile, it will not cause any problems.
The detection of dead wood piles.
"It should work this time!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and he immediately took a step forward, immediately following the weaknesses in the restrictions he found, and kept approaching the dead wood pile.
Soon, Zhuo Wen came within three feet of the dead wood pile. He had been within three feet of the dead wood pile before, which aroused the vigilance of the dead wood pile. The weaknesses in this range were very obscure. Zhuo Wen had observed and practiced three feet.
It took months of practice to get the hang of it.
Zhuo Wen pointed the sword with his right hand, and the curse seal flew out and landed on one of the places within three feet of the dead wood pile. For a moment, the surrounding restrictions showed no resistance or obstruction, and the curse seal was easily penetrated.
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, stepped on that place, and then Zhuo Wen followed suit, using the Curse-Eating Ban to point out the weak points of the ban in advance time and time again.
Although the distance was only three feet, Zhuo Wen spent two hours and finally came to the dead wood pile.
Zhuo Wen waved his sleeves and immediately sacrificed the three sacred weapons of the Swallowing Magma River, the First Yang Dao Sword and the Ninth Yang Dao Sword. Then Zhuo Wen moved his mind, and the three sacred weapons were arranged in three directions, turning into three
Dao Changhong slashed towards the roots of the dead wood pile.
Zhuo Wen's eyes turned cold, and he pointed out the killing netherworld with his right hand, landing on the roots in the last direction of the dead wood pile.
Bang bang bang!
Continuous muffled sounds were produced, and then all the roots around the bottom of the dead wood pile collapsed. In an instant, a shocking roar resounded from the dead wood pile, and countless blood spurted out from the bottom of the dead wood pile, turning into a bloody fountain.
Under the shower of countless blood, the corpse hidden at the bottom of the wooden pile burst out and rushed towards Zhuo Wen, with overwhelming killing intent.
"There is still the last section of roots left!"
Looking at the countless entwined roots on the lower body of the corpse, Zhuo Wen's eyes grew colder. He saw that with a squeeze of his right hand, the three sacred weapons of the Swallowing Magma River, the First Yang Dao Sword and the Ninth Yang Dao Sword turned into three rainbows.
He rushed out violently and stood in front of the corpse.
Bang bang bang!
The corpse seemed to be going crazy, tearing it apart with both claws, and the space around it collapsed directly. The momentum of the three sacred artifacts was directly stopped by the collapsed space.
Zhuo Wen took a step forward, bent his right index finger, and then pointed it suddenly. Three thousand drops of Huangquan water turned into a yellow cyclone on his fingertips, and a penetrating terrifying power was revealed from his fingertips.
Ding!
He pointed out and landed in front of the corpse. The corpse also screamed loudly and grabbed it with both claws. A stream of corpse odor hit his face, making Zhuo Wen frown slightly.
The two collided together in an instant. Zhuo Wen's long hair moved without any wind, his clothes rustled, and a huge sea of underworld emerged behind him, rolling and surging, looking extremely penetrating.
The Sea of Consciousness roared loudly. Although the dead wood pile was destroyed and its strength was greatly reduced, the power erupted from it was still extremely terrifying.
Zhuo Wen condensed all his energy with this finger, and the finger force it unleashed was enough to penetrate cracked gold and stone, which was extremely terrifying. However, under the attack of the sea of consciousness, Zhuo Wen retreated again and again, making a muffled sound.
"Xianjing!"
Zhuo Wen roared, and immediately took out fairy crystals one by one from the spiritual ring. He took out ten fairy crystals. Zhuo Wen immediately crushed them all, and streams of fairy essence poured into Zhuo Wen's fingertips. For a moment,
The power of the underworld finger increased several times, and the underworld shadow behind it made huge waves.
However, although the power of the underworld finger increased several times with the increase of ten immortal crystals, the corpse was so awesome that it still erupted with power that made Zhuo Wen a little frightened, and still forced Zhuo Wen to retreat.
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Zhuo Wen's eyes were gloomy, and he immediately crushed all the remaining ninety fairy crystals in the spiritual ring, and integrated all the surging fairy essence inside into the underworld finger.
boom!
The cyclone formed by Huang Quan's finger suddenly formed a huge yellow cyclone, which bounced the crazy corpse away. Zhuo Wen stepped in the air and teleported to the feet of the corpse. With a twist of his right wrist, the yellow cyclone was like a sharp blade.
Cut off all the roots wrapped around the lower body of the corpse.
Blood spurted out, mixed with the shrill screams of the corpses.
Whoosh!
The corpse's right hand suddenly reached out and pressed directly against Zhuo Wen's eyebrows. Zhuo Wen was already on guard. The thunder wings spread out and with endless thunder, they instantly landed several feet away from the corpse.
The corpse kept screaming miserably, losing the support of its roots, and fell directly to the ground, struggling continuously.
The roots were broken, and the dead wood pile began to wither gradually, eventually becoming ordinary and useless wood.
The corpse, after struggling for about half a stick of incense, completely stopped struggling and completely turned into a lifeless thing.
Zhuo Wen exited the restricted area and stared at this scene with cold eyes. When the corpses and dead wood piles completely became dead objects, Zhuo Wen discovered that there were lines of clouds and mist emerging from the restricted area.
When these clouds and mist completely dissipated, all the dead wood piles and corpses disappeared, and in their place was a palace complex.
Zhuo Wen knew that the dead wood piles and corpses were just a restriction. Once the restriction was lifted, the true colors inside would be revealed.
This palace complex is the true face of this restriction. However, although these palace complexes are huge, they are a ruins with broken walls. Although there are many palaces in them, most of them are dilapidated.
"There are nine halls in total, but all nine halls are dilapidated. I wonder if there are any good things inside?"
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, but he rushed into the nearest hall first. After searching around the hall, Zhuo Wen was disappointed to find that most of the things in the hall were damaged, and almost no intact things could be found.
But the only good thing is that there are a large number of fairy crystals in this hall. These fairy crystals are piled everywhere in the hall, and Zhuo Wen collected them meticulously.
After Zhuo Wen collected them all, he discovered that there were nearly a thousand fairy crystals in the hall. Such a harvest could not help but make Zhuo Wen's eyes turn red.
"Go check out other halls!"
After searching this hall carefully, Zhuo Wen immediately rushed to the other eight halls. There was no doubt that the conditions of the other eight halls were basically the same as the first hall, and there were no treasures in them as Zhuo Wen expected.
When Zhuo Wen finished searching the last hall, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Apart from the Immortal Crystal, there seemed to be nothing else in the palace complex.
However, although Zhuo Wen was a little disappointed, he was also a little excited because this time he actually collected tens of thousands of fairy crystals in this palace complex.
This amount is absolutely shocking. Even the fairy crystal reserves in the Nine Holy Talisman Family are probably not many times more than the fairy crystals Zhuo Wen has on his body at the moment.
If in Middle-earth, it was known that Zhuo Wen had so many fairy crystals, the old monsters in the big forces would probably be tempted to snatch them away.
After walking out of the last hall, Zhuo Wen said with some disappointment: "It seems that only the Immortal Crystal is left here. As for the other things, I am afraid they are either damaged or lost."
Having said this, Zhuo Wen casually glanced at the nine palaces with his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became cautious, and even became much more serious.