Zhong Chen originally thought he had taken a big advantage now. With a heaven-level puppet comparable to the Nascent Soul, he could roam the entire Nightmare Palace below. But after the contract was really signed, he learned from the King of Jin that it was in the energy exhaustion period that once every thousands of years. Although he could barely sleep, it would take at least thousands of years of energy accumulation to restore the Nascent Soul-level strength. Now, in order to maintain daily soberness, he could only use foundation-building methods to deal with the enemy.

The originally expected Nascent Soul-level helper suddenly became the strength of the foundation-building stage, and the contrast between them was too great. Even Zhong Chen was very frustrated when he heard it.

Fortunately, the King of Jin also said that although he could not use the methods above the Golden Pill, because he was a puppet body, his true strength was far beyond the measure of the foundation-building cultivator.

When he heard this, he was slightly excited and asked curiously, the King of Jin refused to say anything more. Zhong Chen could only believe it for the time being.

At this moment, he said to the King of Jin in anger: "Senior Jin King, you can't use your strength above the Golden Pill, why don't you let me take away a few earth-level puppets? With those earth-level puppet words, I don't need you to help myself."

"What do you know? Although I have developed spiritual intelligence and even have an independent crystal soul far beyond the level of spiritual guru, the several important prohibitions my master has placed back then are still there. Unless you can pass those tests, you can't take any magic weapon or puppet on the fourth level, otherwise I will be the first to attack you. Also, if it weren't for these restrictions, how could I have signed the soul contract and left with you? I would have run out by myself long ago, so why would I be trapped in that sharp cone land for so many years?" The King of Jin sneered.

"No matter what, there are so many good things on the fourth floor, but you don't let me take any of them. Besides, I even returned you to you with lost arms." Zhong Chen rolled his eyes and said.

"My arm fell down due to a special reason many years ago when I was sleeping a lot. According to the rules of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, it can only be used as a spoil in the first three levels. It is also considered fate that you can get it. Although there are many treasures on the fourth level, those are not as valuable as the heavenly puppets of this rank. Although my magic power is limited, my mechanism and weapon refining skills are all available, and I can control other puppets for you to meet the enemy. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?" King Jin replied proudly after hearing this.

"Since there are so many good things in the Heavenly Bing Pavilion that you can't bring out, you can always reveal some information about the Lord of the Nightmare Palace to me. This may be of some help to my itinerary below." Zhong Chen sighed and asked again unwillingly.

"I have been trapped in the fourth floor of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion since the birth of Lingzhi. I don't know whether the person who refined me is the lord of the Nightmare Palace. How can I tell you? However, there should be more than me in this Nightmare Palace with semi-autonomous existence like me." The King of Jin suddenly remembered something again, and his voice became solemn for the first time.

"Oh, there is also this matter. I hope Senior Jin will give me some advice." Zhong Chen was very excited when he heard this.

"This happened ten thousand years ago. Although I could not leave the fourth floor of the Heavenly Bing Pavilion, I had once encountered a powerful divine thought. I actually used a threatening tone to prevent me from leaving the Heavenly Bing Pavilion, otherwise I would destroy me." The King of Jin became angry.

"Dare you dare to command Senior Jin in this tone... Could it be the master of the Nightmare Palace?" Zhong Chen was shocked when he heard this.

"Impossible. Although that divine thought is better than me, it is at most a Nascent Soul-level existence, and it is impossible for him to be the master of the Nightmare Palace. In addition, if he was really the Lord of the Nightmare Palace, he would have been able to control me through the restriction in my crystal soul, or even wipe out my spiritual intelligence directly. Why should I talk to me in this tone?" King Jin shook his head and replied.

Zhong Chen nodded, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Okay, you don't have to think too much about it. The other party's existence will not be interested in you juniors who have entered the Nightmare Palace, otherwise you will not let you go in and out after the nightmare Palace has opened up in the past. However, after I leave this time, no one will be the one who seals it on my own under the presidency of the Heavenly Bing Pavilion. This is also good, so that there will be no one who can break into the fourth floor and find my roots."

"Senior, I'm really careful." Zhong Chen could only curl his lips and stop saying anything more.

"Speaking of this, although I have been born with spiritual intelligence for tens of thousands of years, my understanding of other places in the Nightmare Palace may not be as good as that of you, an outsider. I am very excited about the itinerary below." The King of Jin looked at the direction of the valley mouth, and his tone became extremely excited again.

"The teleportation array I chose should be a place closer to Shending Peak. On the way, I will pass by the Jinque Pond that can wash the marrow and the Yijing. I hope it won't disappoint my seniors." Zhong Chen said without thinking.

The two flew to the low altitude in the distance, one in front and one behind.

When he saw the valley entrance, the King of Jin took out a box from his arms, slapped his chest, and a slightly beating heart-like thing fell off and fell steadily into the box. Then his body contracted and deformed, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a big golden ball of fist, and the two were quietly suspended in the void.

Zhong Chen was not surprised at this. He raised his sleeves and put away both. Then he identified the direction and continued to fly forward.

In the Nightmare Palace, a magnificent palace built of white stone stands at the center of an island in a green lake.

In front of the marble door post, four or five feet tall, a few "puff" sounds came, and two figures were thrown out of the hall and fell heavily on the weeds outside, with a tragic sound coming from the sound.

Two immortal cultivators appeared there with broken hands and legs broken, with a bruised nose and swollen face, as if there was no intact part of their body.

On the grass outside the hall, there were seven other immortal cultivators standing. Three of them dressed in costumes and dressed like two people on the ground, as if they were from the same force. The other four had a silver word "Zhong" embroidered on their sleeves, but they were disciples of the Zhong family. The leader of the seemingly sick old man was the nominal leader of the Zhong family, "Zhong Bat".

"Brother Shi, Brother Zhu, are you okay?" Seeing this, the other three immortal cultivators hurriedly snatched out and helped the two companions up, and hurriedly took out a few healing talismans to use them on them.

Seeing this, Zhong Fu looked extremely solemn, and the other three disciples of the Zhong family also looked extremely ugly.

"Hmph! We have said it long ago. After the three of us brothers finished washing the marrow in the Jinque Pool, you later people will come in. If you don't listen to your kind words, you must let us teach you a lesson with a puppet before you can be honest." A buzzing sound of a man came from the door post of the hall, and then the heavy footsteps sounded. Two tall young men walked out of it, with their muscles bulging, covered with strange black tendons, and their faces were covered with flesh.

"The three evil spirits of Hengyue! Forget it, the others are fine, do you really dare to stop our Zhong family?" A direct disciple of the Zhong family blurted out and asked.

"Zhong Family? Not to mention that you are just a few of you kittens and dogs here, even if all the disciples of the Zhong family are here, we have to let the three of us brothers use up the Golden Que Pool first? Others are afraid of the immortal family, so the three of us don't care. If you are not convinced, come up and try the power of the dragon and elephant of me." One of the tall young men waved his fists and replied with a grim smile.

"Bastard! Uncle Bat, the three evil spirits of Hengyue are so arrogant, so we can only take action." The disciple of the Zhong family was furious and turned to Zhong Fu and said.

"How do you think you are stronger than them?" Zhong Fu looked gloomy and did not agree to the disciple directly. Instead, he asked the two small cultivators who had been injured before.

"It should be almost the same." Although the direct disciples of the Zhenxiao Zhong family have always been arrogant, they also knew that the cultivators who could also make it here would not be much worse than themselves, and their momentum was suddenly greatly reduced.

"Since you know that your skills are not as good as others, why bother to be fat? Anyway, I ask myself that it is not the opponent of Hengyue's three evil spirits. After all, these three people are very famous in the Tiannan Immortal Cultivation World, otherwise how dare they occupy this Golden Que Pool?" Zhong Fu said coldly.

"This..." This young man from the Zhong family was speechless for a while.

"But Uncle Bat... wouldn't it be too shameful for the Zhong family to do this?" Another disciple of the Zhong family couldn't help but speak.
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