This cave, which was thousands of feet below the sea, went vertically downwards, and Chu Tian and others landed thousands of feet deep. Their eyes suddenly became clear, and a big hall suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

This hall is extremely magnificent and cannot be described in words.

Not to mention anything else, just the ninety-nine steps in front of the main hall, each step is as high as ten feet away!

In the simplest way to convert, the "people" who can use these steps normally, are they afraid that they are not a hundred feet away from the height?

Immediately afterwards, the discovery of Queen Moon and others proved this very well - they had already flew to the front of the hall, and outside the half-open and half-closed gate of the hall, more than a dozen corpses were lying everywhere!

The heights of these corpses are hundreds of feet away. They are all wearing heavy armor. The shape of the armor is gorgeous and smooth. The complex relief patterns on the surface of the armor are considered works of art. When you look closer, you will see that each pattern is outlined by at least tens of thousands of ancient and complex runes.

I don’t know how many years have passed, these armors have already dimly shining, but an extremely powerful force field still gushed out of the armor, so that these armors are completely untainted and clean as if they have just been released.

Niangniang Yue and others carefully surrounded the corpses and carefully examined their injuries.

There are only a dozen of these corpses, but the injuries on them are strange, at least hundreds of fatal scars remain on them.

Just like the corpse closest to Chu Tian, ​​above his neck and his entire head were petrified into gray-white stones, his right chest was transformed into cold blue glass, but his left chest was bony bones, and all his flesh and blood were gone.

The abdomen of the corpse was shattered by a terrible force. There were three transparent wounds on his abdomen, and one of them was still emitting a terrible high temperature. Chu Tian took out a horned knife and put it on the wound. With a sneered sound, the horned knife forged by the steel instantly evaporated.

Another transparent wound was extremely cold. Chu Tian took out a piece of dried meat and threw it on the wound. With a few "crack" sounds, the dried meat was immediately frozen into countless tiny ice residues and fell to the ground one after another.

The third wound was pitch black all over, with wisps of ominous black air swaying around the wound.

Chu Tian couldn't figure out whether the black gas on the wound was poisonous gas or cursed, or some evil yin gas, ghost gas, etc. He didn't dare to get close to the wound, and he didn't even dare to throw something over and try.

There were scars below the waist and abdomen of the corpse. One of his thighs seemed to be bitten by some kind of beast. The big muscles disappeared, and even half of the thigh bones were bitten off.

What surprised Chu Tian was that in the hand of this corpse, he was tightly holding a giant sword of 180 feet long, and the shape was 30% similar to the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that Hu Dali usually used.

But the size of this big sword was too large. Chu Tian jumped and jumped to the big sword and found that the handle of the big sword was as thick as dozens of people hugging it, which was impossible for ordinary people to use.

Chu Tian touched the handle of the knife hard and sighed a long time.

Hu Dali also jumped to him, and he touched the sword hard and sighed long: "What a big sword, but unfortunately it is too big. If I could take it away, I would definitely let it drink human blood and pull down 18 million heads!"

It would be fine if Hu Dali didn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, a cold light flashed across the hilt of the big knife, which was already dim. With a "puff" sound, it cleaves a deep wound on Hu Dali's palm, and almost chops off Hu Dali's claws.

A terrible suction force surged out from the hilt of the knife, and Hu Dali's palm, which was squirting blood, pressed on the hilt of the knife.

Hu Dali felt that blood was pouring out of his wound like a fountain. The severe pain came, making him scream, but he could not get rid of this terrible suction.

Everyone looked at Hu Dali and saw that countless thin bloodshots quickly extended along the hilt to the entire big knife along the hilt.

During a few breaths, Hu Dali's entire body blood was almost exhausted. His face was pale and hissing was screaming, and his howling had become weak.

Chu Tian hurriedly came to Hu Dali, took out a jade bottle full of nectar, and without saying a word, stuffed half of the bottle into his mouth and poured it hard. A bottle of nectar was injected into his body. Two pairs of white wings behind Hu Dali opened up, and Lingxiao's powerful vitality activated. The nectar was constantly absorbed by his bone marrow, and then converted into fresh plasma and continued to be produced.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

After filling eighteen bottles of nectar, the blood from Hu Dali's hand finally covered the entire big knife.

A roar of 'clang' came. This huge sword with a black black body was carved on the surface, covered with a layer of black light waves, and the waves were shimmering rapidly. There were countless tiny scales on the surface of the sword.

Every time the black scales are rolled, the size of the big knife is reduced by one minute. When the rolled up again, it is reduced by one minute.

After just one cup of tea, the big sword had turned into a fierce sword that was ten to eight feet long, with a faint cold light throughout the body, and the blade had a sharp blood light, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.

A extremely cruel sound of sword came from the inside of the sword, and the sword turned into a black light and slashed heavily into Hu Dali's chest.

Hu Dali's clothes were shattered inch by inch, and he stood there blankly and looked at everyone in a daze.

Lingxiao White Tiger has fair skin all over the body, and her hair is as white as silver snow. On the white flesh of Tiger Dali, nine black and fierce demon dragons swam rapidly with their teeth and claws. Every time they swam around, a trace of extremely cruel and fierce aura penetrated into Tiger Dali's body.

"This guy is the ancient heavenly palace..." Hu Dali's eyes flashed with cold black light, and he subconsciously said a few words.

Obviously, this big sword is sending some secret information to Hu Dali.

The old fox who came in behind Chu Tian suddenly froze his face. He shouted loudly at the top of his lungs: "Shut up, you can never say those four words again. You, everyone, forget what this guy just said!"

Hu Dali blinked his eyes and looked at the old fox innocently.

The old fox looked at Hu Dali with a strange expression. Suddenly he smiled and said, "Your original body is Lingxiao White Tiger? You and the worshiper of the Ming King seem to get along well. It's so good. From now on, you will also be the worshiper of my Yuehu clan. You can enjoy the money and beauty in the clan with confidence!"

The old fox smiled brightly, but in his bright smile, even Chu Yaya saw the fear that he wanted to hide but could not hide.

Seeing that Hu Dali had such a big prize, behind Empress Yue, a young master of Yuezhi who was equivalent to Yue Yinsai secretly cut a hole in his palm and pressed a huge sword beside him with a slap.

With a scream, the young master of Yuezhi's body instantly turned into ashes, and the essence and blood in his body were sucked clean by the long sword in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!