After Zhuo Wen and Yin Bingyun plundered all the resources on the second floor, a terrifying explosion came from the stairs.
"It seems that the people from Youhuan Sect have arrived!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were solemn, and he took a step forward and rushed to the top of the stairs.
At this moment, the trap he had arranged at the entrance of the stairs was shaking violently, as if it would break at any moment.
Zhuo Wen did not hesitate and threw out one artifact after another from the spiritual ring, including many Xutian artifacts.
In Hanoi Tower Square, Zhuo Wen killed many disciples of the ten major sects. Even the strongest geniuses and elders of several major sects, including Lei Qi and Lian Ze, fell into his hands.
And Zhuo Wen is very particular about using waste, and he also has the blood fairy as a master who is greedy for petty gains.
Therefore, every time someone is killed, the Blood Immortal will take the spiritual ring from the deceased's body.
This also means that Zhuo Wen has a lot of reserves of artifacts.
Zhuo Wen threw out nearly a hundred artifacts. Yin Bingyun, who was watching on the side, was secretly surprised. Apparently, he did not expect Zhuo Wen to be so rich.
Click!
The moment the artifact was thrown, the trap was immediately broken, and then a white-haired old man with a vast aura rushed out with a group of monks.
"Bastard, who are you? What's the purpose of breaking into my Youhuan Sect?"
As soon as the white-haired old man rushed out, his eyes fell on Zhuo Wen and he gritted his teeth.
Unfortunately, what the white-haired old man saw was Zhuo Wen's mocking smile and the nearly a hundred artifacts roaring towards him.
"burst!"
Zhuo Wen let out a soft sigh, and nearly a hundred artifacts were detonated by him. The sound of terrifying explosions rolled in, followed by a dazzling heat wave.
"Quickly retreat!"
The white-haired old man's expression changed greatly, but his reaction was not slow. He waved his sleeves and took out a small bronze cauldron from the spiritual ring.
Green light flashed, and the small bronze cauldron immediately transformed into a huge round cauldron several feet tall, blocking the entrance of the stairs.
Unfortunately, the energy generated by the explosion of nearly a hundred artifacts was too terrifying. The bronze cauldron only blocked it for a moment before being completely shattered by the terrifying explosion.
A group of white-haired old men behind the small bronze cauldron roared angrily, all using their own magical powers to block the explosion energy.
At the same time, they continued to retreat towards the rear, looking extremely embarrassed.
At the moment when the white-haired old man and the others retreated, Zhuo Wen arranged many formations at the entrance of the stairs.
This time he was well prepared and had a lot of formations at Hongyun Trading Company.
These formation disks do not need to take much time to arrange, and the required formations can be arranged immediately.
After setting up many formations, Zhuo Wen led Yin Bingyun towards the third floor.
He has gained so much from the first two floors of the Netherworld Palace, so the resources on the third floor must be even more abundant, so there is no reason for him to give up the third floor and leave the Netherworld Palace.
"Huh? There are actually restrictions on the third level of stairs?"
The moment he stepped onto the third level of stairs, an invisible ripple immediately blocked Zhuo Wen, causing Zhuo Wen to frown slightly.
There are no restrictions on the first two stairs of Nether Palace, but there are restrictions on the third level. Zhuo Wen knows that there must be something extremely important to Netherworld on this third level.
"Xiao Hei, don't hold back, break this restriction directly!"
Zhuo Wen knew that it was too late to break the formation now. Time was running out and the only way to break the formation was violently.
Xiao Hei naturally understood the importance and nodded. Immediately, the surface of the Thunder Fire Sword burst out with terrifying thunder and fire energy.
At the same time, Zhuo Wenzun sacrificed sixty-four beginningless magic gold swords, and Zhuo Wen in black exploded all the power of extreme thunder in his body, and then cooperated with the sky-swallowing magic book to form a terrifying sky-swallowing thunder.
Boom!
The three of them worked together, and the energy they erupted was almost earth-shaking, and the entire Nether Palace shook violently.
On the first floor of the Nether Palace, after the old man in white and others finally blocked the self-destruction energy of the artifact, they immediately felt the terrifying vibration.
"No, what did the intruder do up there?"
The old man in white roared angrily and immediately ran towards the second level of stairs.
Unfortunately, the trapping formation immediately blocked the way of the old man in white.
The old man in white roared angrily and gathered the power of many monks behind him to forcefully destroy the trap and enter the second level.
Seeing the almost empty second floor, the old man in white looked extremely ugly. Then he saw Zhuo Wen and his party who had broken through the restrictions and entered the third floor.
"Come back to me!"
The old man in white gave a loud shout and chased after him like a fierce tiger.
Zhuo Wen laughed, and unexpectedly threw out nearly a hundred artifacts from the spiritual ring, detonating them instantly.
"Ah! Damn you kid, you did this again!"
Seeing the nearly one hundred artifacts detonated, the white-haired old man stopped abruptly and retreated instead of advancing, resisting the energy of the artifacts detonating together with the other monks.
The white-haired old man's lungs were about to burst with anger. He fell into the kid's scheme several times, which made the white-haired old man almost go crazy.
At the same time, the white-haired old man was surprised at how this intruder could have so many artifacts on his body.
How much courage it takes to detonate so many artifacts at once!
The space on the third floor is not large, but there is a chill that goes deep into the bones.
Zhuo Wen set up many formation disks at the entrance of the stairs, and at the same time hid ten Xutian artifacts in the trapping formations of the formation disks.
He knew that when he reached the third floor, he would have to face the white-haired old man and the others directly. If he wanted to escape, he would have to face that group of masters from the Phantom Sect.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to take out all the Xutian artifacts. These ten Xutian artifacts were all of the highest quality. They were basically obtained from geniuses such as Lei Qi, Lian Ze, and Wei Shuo.
Ten Xutian artifacts erupted at the same time, and their power was much more terrifying than the previous ones.
And because the Xutian artifact is hidden in the trapping and killing formation, if the white-haired old man and the others want to break the formation forcibly, they will have to directly face the power of the Xutian artifact's self-destruction.
After setting up the trapping formation, Zhuo Wen began to look at the scene on the third floor of the Nether Palace.
There are nine huge icicles standing here, and in the center of the nine icicles, there is a crystal clear ice lotus.
The surface of this ice lotus is very cold, and its petals are as transparent and flawless as ice cubes.
The third layer of ice that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is transmitted from the ice lotus.
Moreover, this ice lotus is quite large, about ten feet wide, and the stamen in the center of the blooming petals looks more like a futon.
Zhuo Wen glanced at the ice lotus, then looked around, and found that there was nothing else on the third floor except the ice lotus and the nine surrounding icicles.
"What is this thing?" Zhuo Wen frowned and murmured in a low voice.
"Whatever it is, since this thing is placed on the third floor of the Netherworld Palace and has been restricted, I'm afraid it is the most precious thing for the ancestor of the Netherworld Sect. Take it away quickly!" Xiao Hei said quickly.
Zhuo Wen nodded and waved his sleeves, intending to put the ice lotus inside the spiritual ring.
The moment his power approached the ice lotus, he was actually frozen into an icicle.
"What? Even Xu Tian's divine power can be frozen, this..."
Zhuo Wen was shocked. He stared at the ice lotus tightly, thinking in his heart what this thing was. Even the divine power of Xu Tian could be frozen. It was really terrifying!
Xiao Hei suddenly erupted the power of extreme fire, turned into a giant hand, and barely managed to take the ice lotus into his palm. Then he pulled it and put the ice lotus into the spiritual ring.
"No, the freezing ability of this ice lotus is too strong. The spiritual ring will be frozen. Take it out quickly!"
The moment Ice Lotus entered the spiritual ring, Zhuo Wen immediately noticed that there was a lot of ice on the surface of the spiritual ring.
Helpless, Xiao Hei took out the ice lotus again and said: "I've got the world inside your body!"
Zhuo Wen nodded, and Zhuo Wen in black summoned the swallowing whirlpool, which swallowed the ice lotus into the world inside his body.
The world inside the body of the bite has a huge space. Although the ice lotus's cold power is terrifying, it is not enough to freeze the world inside the body of the bite.
Boom boom boom!
The moment he put away the ice lotus, a terrifying explosion suddenly came from the entrance.
Zhuo Wen knew that it was the old man in white who was leading the attack on the killing formation.
"Sect Master Yin, please enter my spiritual ring!" Zhuo Wen looked at Yin Bingyun and said.
Yin Bingyun did not refuse this time. After learning that Zhuo Wen was so powerful, she knew that following Zhuo Wen was actually a burden.
After putting away Yin Bingyun, the trap and killing formation had been broken.
The white-haired old man led a group of elite masters from the Phantom Sect to the entrance of the stairs, staring coldly at Zhuo Wen in front of him.
"Who are you? And what things did you take on the third floor? Hand them all over to me, then destroy the Void Sky Bridge and get out of the Youhuan Sect!" the white-haired old man said with a serious tone of voice.
Zhuo Wen was too lazy to pay attention to the white-haired old man and whispered "explosion" in his heart.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, at the entrance of the stairs, a terrifying explosion vortex was set off. Ten Xutian artifacts exploded at the same time, and the energy generated far exceeded the previous two times.
But in an instant, there were screams one after another at the top of the stairs. Even the white-haired old man had to deal with the surrounding explosive energy exhaustedly.
The white-haired old man really couldn't figure out why Zhuo Wen could self-destruct nearly two hundred artifacts even though he had already self-destructed nearly two hundred artifacts.
At the moment of the explosion, Zhuo Wen held the Purple Star River Divine Sword, surrounded by the Beginningless Demonic Gold Sword, and rushed into the explosion with Zhuo Wen in black and the Thunder Fire Sword.
boom!
The thunder-fire sword hit the white-haired old man face to face.
This white-haired old man is the most powerful among this group of people, and his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Xutian.
So the Thunder Fire Sword used its full strength without any hesitation.
Originally, the white-haired old man didn't care too much about the Thunder Fire Sword. When he used the artifact to resist the Thunder Fire Sword, he grunted and retreated, his eyes finally showing a look of horror.
The Thunder Fire Sword all bursts out with extremely thunderous and extremely fire energy, which is comparable to that of a monk who has ascended to the seventh level of Xutian.