Shuttle Gate of All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 280
Fang Chen relied on strong demolitions all the way, and finally came to a dark hall.

Looking at the black hall, showing a trace of solemnity, Fang Chen's footsteps gradually slowed down.

Before approaching the Black Palace, a thick bloody aura rushed towards him.

Fang Chen frowned, and stared again.

Only then did I realize that the palace was not completely pitch-black, but a strange red-black color, as if the entire hall was covered with hot blood and solidified into black, full of evil aura.

Fang Chen stood in front of the main hall, bowed his head and muttered.

After making up his mind for a while, he walked into the main hall.

黑.
Very dark!

As soon as Fang Chen entered the hall, he felt such an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

The moment Fang Chen entered the hall, ten Nascent Soul cultivators who had just been driven out of the teleportation formation by Fang Chen walked in quickly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, this senior has already entered the Xutian Palace, shall we follow in?"

"Li Daoyou, I still won't go in, this senior is very murderous."

"Forget it, I'll wait outside too, it's good to see it."

Seeing that Fang Chen had just entered, the monks stopped one by one, hesitating.

The main hall is very empty, about the size of a basketball court.

"altar!"

Fang Chen walked into the main hall, and saw in the middle of the main hall, there was a high platform about ten feet in size, with a small protruding altar on it.

On the altar, there are seven or eight balls of golden light dancing there.In the middle of the golden light, there is a big hole that emits a dazzling blue light.

Around the altar, there are three Nascent Soul monks.

These three people, a thin old man, a middle-aged man with the appearance of an old farmer, and a lame man with a cane, but his eyes are very sharp.

Seeing Fang Chen's arrival, the three of them stopped paying attention after sweeping their eyes.

It seems that Fang Chen's cultivation base is not very high, and there is no threat to them.

Fang Chen looked at the hall, and finally his eyes fell on the altar.

Among those golden light clusters, there was a huge green silkworm several feet long, spit out gold threads as thick as a thumb, and stretched straight into the hole, their bodies swayed and tore back desperately.Every time it shakes, the blue light in the hole flickers wildly.

"Is there a Xutian cauldron and Xutian pill in here?"

Fang Chen looked at the altar, his eyes flickering.

Fang Chen walked forward slowly.

I came to the big hole of the altar to watch, and took a look inside.

As a result, Fang Chen felt a burst of surprise under this look.

The depth of this big hole is not as deep as he imagined, it is only twenty or thirty feet.

With his cultivation base, he could clearly see a glaring blue light in the form of flame burning violently at the bottom of the cave.And within the blue flames, something black was faintly flickering.

It seems that this is the famous Xutian Ding.

But when he leaned forward, he felt a bone-piercing cold from the cave.If it weren't for the strength of his indestructible golden body, I'm afraid that ordinary monks in the foundation building period would be frozen by the oncoming cold air.

The blue light at the bottom of the cave is obviously in the form of flames, but what it emits is the opposite coldness.

"There are no wonders in the great thousand worlds, strangely cold flames!"

Fang Chen was extremely surprised!

"That's the dry blue ice flame, but the fire of the most yin and the coldest. Don't say you are a monk in the alchemy stage, even us old guys who have already become nascent souls dare not get a little bit of it. As long as you are burned by this cold flame At this point, even the Nascent Soul will be easily refined. It is said that this fire is not something that should exist in our world, and I don’t know how those ancient monks found this group.”

The cripple among the three cast a glance at Fang Chen and said.

The old farmer stood not far from Fang Chen, also staring at the hole and said slowly. "Can Nascent Soul be refined?"

"That's natural. If it weren't for this, the Xutian tripod would have been taken away a long time ago, how could it be kept until now!"

"Although the dry blue ice flame is extremely harmful to us monks, there are still some things that cannot be burned. For example, the golden silk spun by the golden silkworm, the spider silk of the blood jade spider, and my two fire pythons are special. "

The lame man spoke slowly. "It's a pity that there are no blood jade spiders, otherwise, our chances of success would be much higher."

"That's right, it's just that this kind of monster is recorded in ancient books, but I haven't seen the real one."

The monk who looked like an old farmer said. "It is rumored that the thread spit out by the blood jade spider burns continuously and is extremely tough. It is the best thing to pull up the Xutian tripod."

Fang Chen was on the side, listening to the old farmer's words, but he was thinking of Han Li.

If it hadn't been for walking all the way, Fang Chen would have thought that what he had entered this time was not the world of Mortal Cultivation Legend.

At this moment, eight silk threads in the eight golden lights stretched into the hole and stretched straight.

Suddenly, there were two snaps.

Two of the wires broke.

The remaining six balls of golden light bear the weight of the two severed silks, and are instantly pulled into the hole.

Except for the two broken golden lights, the remaining six golden lights all fell into it.

"Hey failed."

"It's a pity that years of preparation have gone to waste again."

The thin old man, the old farmer, and the crippled monk all looked at the big hole in the altar with dejected faces.

Fang Chen looked at the big hole, his eyes flickering.

"What? Failed? Then go aside and let me come!"

At this moment, a young man in brocade clothes walked in slowly.

Following behind him were six silent monks and six spiders.

These spiders were all red, like cooked lobsters.

This boy is not tall, with a slightly collapsed nose, and looks very thin.

During the speech, the tone is very loud.

"Blood jade spider! Who are you?"

The thin old man, the old farmer, and the lame man looked at the blood jade spider behind the young man, and said with anger on their faces.

"Blood jade spider!"

Fang Chen was startled the moment he saw the spider.

So many blood jade spiders?
Could it be Han Li's?

Han Li was robbed by this boy?
The boy glanced at Fang Chen, rolled his eyes and said. "A mere pill formation, also wants to use the Xutian pill, get out of here! Don't disturb my spirit worm to take the pill!"

"What did you say?"

Fang Chen's eyes turned cold, why do such blind things exist everywhere?

In which hall just now, there was Wan Tianming, and now this flat nose is so arrogant?

Hearing Fang Chen's scolding for the snub nose, the ten Nascent Soul cultivators waiting outside the main hall looked at each other, looking forward to each other.

"Do you want me to say it again?"

After Snub finished speaking, he stabbed at Fang Chen with the golden sword.

Immediately afterwards, behind Sagging Nose, six dull-looking monks controlled by him all sacrificed their magic weapons, and they attacked Fang Chen in an instant.

"Since you're looking for death, there's nothing you can do about it."

Fang Chen shook his head, and when he waved his hand, a silver-white gun appeared in his hand.

It's the sublight railgun.

Chi Chi Chi!
A white light flashed, and the white light instantly penetrated a sluggish monk behind the flat nose!
(End of this chapter)