"Let's go, let's go to the main tomb chamber to see if it looks like it." Zhang Guichen said: "In addition, a few people left behind to collect the remaining weapons on this ancient tree. These are good things and cannot be wasted. No matter how bad the quality is, they are still at the level of the Taoist palace."

"Understand." Some disciples agreed.

...

Main tomb chamber.

The space here is larger than the one outside.

However, there are no big trees here, but nine pools, placed in different directions, with the largest pool in the middle.

When Zhao Wuji came here, the bodies had piled up into mountains, Jinxia, ​​Yuding, Xiyue, Yanxia, ​​etc., the cultivators who came in the cave heaven who were wiped out, and there were still thousands of casual cultivators, basically no one survived. There was no more than the sea of ​​blood in the mountains of corpses.

"What's going on?" Zhao Wuji, who had just entered the space, looked at the scene in front of him, and felt a little cold in his heart, and murmured to himself: Could it be that these are all done by fat people, right?
Chapter completed!