Primordial Crazy Thunder

Chapter 232 Sword Immortal Palace

"Go ahead and have a look."

Ling Shan glanced at the Sword Immortal Palace, not too surprised, and planned to enter it directly.

From the outside, you can't feel the breath of the other three ancient alien species at all.

As for the scene in the Sword Immortal Palace, there is no way of knowing.

With Ling Shan's current strength, the big formation above is not enough to forcibly break through.

And in this case, there is no need to do so.

Anyway, go in and have a look.

However, Ling Baiyi told Ling Shan that he could not enter the Sword Immortal Palace, as if he was bound by something.

Ling Shan thought about it for a while, and asked Ling Baiyi to wait for Zhu Gangli outside the hall, and he took a step ahead.

The appearance of this Sword Immortal Palace is not the same as that of most palaces. In terms of shape, it is a bit simple, but it does not lose its atmosphere. This is its strength.

At this time, the door of the palace was wide open, and it was dark inside, and the slightest light could be seen.

I don't know why, the sun outside can't shine in.

At the gate of the hall, it seems to be a critical point, and inside the hall, it seems to be another world.

Ling Shan resolutely stepped through the palace gate.

It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen at all.

When Zhangkong Haoran, Luo Tian, ​​Baikong and Tianmomen all came in, the front suddenly lit up.

A slender figure was illuminated, and the face could not be seen clearly, but it vaguely seemed to be a middle-aged elegant man.

Facing the twenty or so people who entered the Sword Immortal Hall, the mysterious man smiled slightly, and said in a mellow voice, "In the Sword Immortal Hall, everyone must walk their own way to understand the way of the sword in their hearts."

"Only those who are true swordsmen can obtain the inheritance of sword immortals."

The man's eyes are so bright that people dare not look at him closely.

He paused for a moment, then continued: "In the next journey, some people may fall, some people will gain opportunities, and some people will be lost in it forever."

"If someone wants to quit, they can choose to quit the Sword Immortal Palace."

After saying this, the mysterious man turned into beams of light, dispersed into particles, and disappeared into the darkness.

Ling Shan licked his dry lips, turned his head to look at Haoran in the sky, and said via voice transmission: "Stick to the Lingtai."

Changkong Haoran was taken aback for a moment, then nodded indistinctly.

He can also use a sword, but his swordsmanship is not very superb, but he still has a sword heart, and I believe he can still get some opportunities.

Although he didn't know the meaning of Ling Shan's words, Zhangkong Haoran still silently remembered them in his heart.

"I'm going one step ahead."

Ling Shan didn't stay any longer, he took a step forward and stepped into the unknown darkness.

In the eyes of everyone, after Ling Shan took a step, he disappeared out of thin air.

Changkong Haoran didn't hesitate, he also took a step and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Luo Tian turned his head to inquire about the meaning of several juniors, and finally went alone, and the six disciples of Chiyan Divine Palace chose to withdraw from the main hall.

At the same time, only Yan Feng, Wang Jianxue and Wang Sen were left in Tianmomen.

And Bai Kong is the third to step on his own path.

When Ling Shan took a step, the picture changed sharply, and in an instant he came to a restaurant where Yingying Yanyan was sitting. In his arms, sat a naked beauty with a perfect figure and a charming figure. Panting, all people are restless.

The most important thing is that the woman's face turned out to be Ling Shan's junior sister Ye Xuan!
"Big Brother..."

At this moment, 'Ye Xuan' was completely naked, exhaling like blue towards Ling Shan.

It really makes people want to bite down!
If Michelle Ye was a green apple in the past, now it is completely ripe, one bite, it is definitely plump, juicy and sweet!

Not only that, Ling Shan also sat there without any clothes on.

That wonderful touch is truly incomparable.

However, Ling Shan's eyes were calm, without the slightest distraction.

It was his body's reaction that made him quite embarrassed.

But fortunately, the will is firm, even if the body reacts, it's okay.

At most it is talking about 'form is emptiness, emptiness is form'.

If it still doesn't work, then read 'beautiful face, white bones under the skin'.

It's a pity that Ling Shan enjoyed all this with calm eyes.

"Guilty..."

Ling Shan dares to swear that he never thought about little junior sister Ye Xuan!

"Still not staying..."

When Ling Shan closed his eyes, Michelle Ye's face disappeared, and all the vulgar words in the restaurant were covered up and turned into nothing.

When Ling Shan opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in a volcano.

To be precise, it was soaking in magma.

From time to time, a trace of magma exploded around it, splashing onto the volcanic rock.

The intense burning sensation went straight to the mind, causing the pain to twist the face.

However, Ling Shan's eyes remained calm.

He didn't choose to break the illusion immediately, but enjoyed it quietly.

In this way, I don't know how long it has passed.

When the pain was no longer so severe, Ling Shan closed his eyes again.

After opening his eyes, he saw a thousand-year snow mountain.

Except for his head, Ling Shan was completely frozen, like a living ice sculpture.

This time, it was bone-piercingly cold, as if every bone in his body had been scraped fiercely with a steel knife.

This feeling exists all the time.

Ling Shan looked calm and waited quietly.

It seemed that a whole century had passed, and the ten-thousand-year-old ice on Ling Shan's body seemed to have melted away.

Ling Shan closed his eyes and opened them again.

This time, what came into view was an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a complete Shura slaughterhouse!

The pungent, thick and disgusting smell of blood permeates every trace of the air, penetrating to the extreme.

A big knife came into view, and finally slashed fiercely on Ling Shan's neck.

Ling Shan could even see his own body, where blood gushed out from the broken neck like a fountain.

He clearly felt the pain of severed head, but he didn't die.

Afterwards, he looked at his own body, which was chopped into meat sauce, and finally thrown into a large pot to boil.

The accompanying unspeakable pain broke into Ling Shan's nerves again and again.

This almost maddening pain, Ling Shan accepted it calmly.

He still didn't choose to break through directly.

When he feels that there is no challenge, he will choose to close his eyes and switch to the next place.

In this way, after going to thousands of places and suffering thousands of times, Ling Shan came to a majestic palace.

This time, there was no pain.

"Reached……"

Ling Shan looked up and muttered.

At the end of the hall, there is an ancient rusty sword lying firmly in the sword box.

Even though it looked so unbearable, the rusty ancient sword still exuded an extraordinary aura.

That temperament is not the kind of domineering look at the world, but a feeling of freedom.

The moment Ling Shan appeared in the hall, a voice rang out.

(End of this chapter)