The closer he got to the center, the more Li Xuanzong felt that this place was a bit mysterious.

In fact, although the ancient barbarian war souls are terrifying, they are all obsessed with it. As long as they are determined to escape, there is no big danger.

The greatest fear of man is not this tangible thing, but the unknown.

The things that the ancient barbarians confined to build such a bronze hall were not mentioned in the slightest, and they didn't even know what he looked like, but it was because of this that it seemed terrifying.

Seeing Wujie's concentration, Li Xuanzong couldn't help but smile and said, "I didn't expect that you are still very knowledgeable about these things. I wonder if you have studied the ancient catastrophe?"

Wujie smiled bitterly and said, "I practiced silent meditation in my early years and could not talk to others. But at that time, I was young and so depressed, so I always went to the sect to find books to read.

Not only the information of the ancient barbarians, but also the ancient demon clan, the human immortal sect, and even the central supreme immortal dynasty. I have read these when I was bored.

In fact, there is actually a lot of information about the ancient catastrophe. Almost every sect that has been passed down for ten thousand years has records about the catastrophe.

There are also those sects that have been passed down halfway through the road, and some unearthed ancient ruins, which are really not recorded.

But the problem is that the records of each sect are different. If a family makes up randomly, it is OK, but each family makes up randomly, it means that what each family says is true.

So in my opinion, the name of the ancient catastrophe is not very prepared. It is not our catastrophe, but the catastrophe above."

As he said that, Monk Wujie pointed at the top and said, "It is not so much an ancient catastrophe, but rather a catastrophe in the immortal world.

Ten thousand years ago, the Immortals, probably no longer exist."

"But there are also many cultivators who have overcome the heavenly tribulation over the past ten thousand years."

A slightly mysterious smile appeared on Monk Wujie's handsome face: "But who knows that the place where they ascended is the fairy world? No one has ever come back."

Li Xuanzong raised his eyebrows lightly.

This monk Wujie is really a rebellious person. Whether in his practice or his views on the ancient great disasters, he almost deviates from the current mainstream practice world.

Of course, some people may have thought about it, but no one dares to say it out.

If the immortal world is gone, then why are there any immortals?

"Wujie, your sect was interesting when you were in the Western Sacred Chateau. You actually had so many classics about ancient secrets, which is not something that ordinary sects could have."

In fact, last time Li Xuanzong felt that Monk Wujie's origin was a problem.

However, at that time, the two of them had just met each other and had a deep conversation, and Li Xuanzong didn't ask much.

Monk Wujie nodded and said, “Indeed, I have already discovered that my master’s sect is not that simple.

In my memory, I seemed to be an orphan. I was adopted by the temple since I was a child. All I recognized was the old host of the temple.

When I remembered, my master came to select disciples, and I was selected to travel east to Lingzhou. Before that, I actually didn't even know what I was practicing.

Although the temple I was in when I was traveling east to Lingzhou was just a small temple that could not be smaller, the martial arts I practiced and the collections of books in the temple were even not inferior to those of some major schools.

So I have always suspected that the temple where I am actually a Buddhist sect in Xisheng Shazhou, and my master is also a disciple of that sect."

Speaking of this, Monk Wujie smiled bitterly and said, "Of course, it's no point to worry about these things now. I have been expelled from the sect by my master.

It's just a bit ironic. After so many years, I don't even know my true origin."

At present, Monk Wujie's strength can even compete with the Golden Elixir Realm, even better than his master.

But Monk Wujie never thought of going back to take revenge on his master. Although his master betrayed his information, he even expelled him from the sect.

This is not that Monk Wujie still has compassion, but that he just repays the kindness of teaching.

However, since that incident, there was no longer any bond between him and the sect.

Li Xuanzong and Monk Wujie were chatting all the way. When they entered a maze passage again, Li Xuanzong suddenly raised his hand and sent a message: "Concentrate your breath and explore carefully. This should be the central area, and Gu Yuanqi and the others are right in front of you."

Monk Wujie said in surprise: "Brother Li, how did you find out?"

Li Xuanzong gently touched the wall and said, "The wall here is no longer the previous cycle maze, but a straight passage.

There is also the smell of Gu Yuanqi left here. I smelled it. He probably hasn't gone far yet."

Monk Wujie was stunned for a moment. What kind of smell is Gu Yuanqi? Li Xuanzong's nose is so sharp that he can smell it.

In fact, Monk Wujie was not thinking badly. It was not that Li Xuanzong had a sharp nose, but that he had a more careful observation ability.

A master of the Golden Elixir Realm who comes from a large sect like Gu Yuanqi has a high status.

Moreover, as an elder of the outer sect, Gu Yuanqi is only an outer sect, but he is in charge of the important responsibility of recruiting outer sect disciples. It can be said that he is of low power.

Therefore, Gu Yuanqi is very particular about his behavior. His clothes are covered with low-grade magic weapons that protect against cold and heat. He must use good incense to calm his heart and calm his energy when he meditates and practices on weekdays.

He is the only one present who is from a top sect like Chixia Immortal Sect, and he is the most particular.

The two walked up the passage carefully, hiding their inner breath.

Li Xuanzong has a true understanding of the Thousand Illusions, and Monk Wujie is even more unique. He is one of the demons and Buddhas, and can actually combine the demonic energy and Buddha power to offset each other, resulting in the aura like a mortal.

There were bursts of fierce attacks in front of him. The two of them looked at him from a distance. Gu Yuanqi, Jin Ling, Wanyan Xilie and several cultivators from the Golden Pill Realm were there, but there were two less.

The two of them either fell in unlucky to the barbarian war souls and were killed, or they were still lost.

At this time, everyone was attacking a bronze giant gate. To be precise, it was not a gate, but a wall made of Yin-blooded bronze.

There was no formation mechanism, no portal handle, and there was not even a crack, and it was directly cast in front of it, as if it was never ready to open it.

Facing this kind of thing, Gu Yuanqi and others had no choice but to attack. Fortunately, this ruin was from ten thousand years ago, and the power in it had dissipated a lot.

Otherwise, with their strength, they would not even be able to completely smash the Yin Blood Bronze.

Half an hour later, under the fierce attack of Gu Yuanqi and others, the gate was finally blasted open, and everyone looked at each other and stepped into it.

What caught everyone's eyes was a huge space, but there was an unusual hollowness in this space.

Four huge bronze chains were linked on all sides of the space, and the bronze chains were tied directly to the waists of the three people.

One of the people in one direction was gone, the bronze chains were shattered, and there was a huge hollow crack behind him.

The other three people looked like they were ancient barbarians, but they were much lower and thinner than those ancient barbarians.

They were all wearing black blood-patterned robes with strange patterns on them.

The most important thing is that they still hold three things in their hands, namely a string of thick skull rosary, which looks like a human but not like a human.

There is also a blood-colored bronze jar and a fan that is half a human tall and is supported by bird feathers.

Their bodies were completely decayed, and everyone did not notice that there was an ancient war soul, but the three things in their hands were still vaguely emitting a slight fluctuation of power.

Several monks from the Golden Pill Realm present looked at each other, and their first thought was that this ruins would definitely not be a loss!

These three people are ancient barbarians, but they are not barbarian warriors, but barbarian priests!

The ancient barbarian sacrifices were similar to those of the practitioners, but they were not considered practitioners. However, they had a very high status in the tribe, second only to the clan leader, and some old priests were even comparable to those of the clan leader.

Therefore, although the magic weapons in their hands are different from those of the human race, they can also be used. Even all kinds of strange powers are far more powerful than those of the human race, and some are even comparable to spiritual treasures!

Now that ten thousand years have passed, although these magic weapons have dissipated a little during the silence, they can still be used to take them back and warm them up, and their power is even far greater than that of the magic weapons refined by some weapon refiners now.

After being surprised, everyone looked up along the chain.

The four iron chains gathered from all sides, extending into the air, and finally wrapped around a huge bronze square box.

At first, everyone thought it was a coffin, but the thing was square and about ten feet in size, and it didn't look like a coffin.

There was also a figure sitting upright on the huge bronze square box, and his figure was taller than ordinary barbarians. He had no weapons and his body was not rotten, but it revealed a grayish-white color.

Everyone was still alert, but they realized that the immortal fighting spirit in the other party's body seemed to have dissipated, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after a sigh of relief, everyone looked at each other again, and a hint of unknown expression appeared in their eyes.

Before, everyone could join forces to break the formation, because they had not seen the benefits yet.

Even the young master Jin Ling and Gu Yuanqi, who had grudges between each other, did not turn against each other.

Now that the treasures are ahead, there are seven or eight people. How should they divide the three treasures?

Gu Yuanqi said lightly: "The jar made of Yin Blood Bronze is good. I will take it back to the Chixia Immortal Sect and study it."

Young Master Jin Ling laughed and said, "Aren't that feather fan just prepared for me?"

Wanyan Xilie and other neutral Jindan cultivators suddenly turned dark.

These two people have really big faces, so they booked two of them when they came up, which meant that they wanted us to compete for the remaining one together? Why!

But Wu Jie, who was observing from a distance behind, suddenly frowned and said, "The situation seems to be a little wrong, this place is not that simple."
Chapter completed!