Opportunity? A dark cloud appeared on Chen Hao's face. If everyone depends on the opportunity, why do you have to follow him? I think it was because he had broken his greed for his martial arts before and revenge at this time.

Looking at the coldness flashing across the other person's mouth, Chen Hao knew that it would be useless to say more, and the only one left was himself.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward carefully. His heart was already in his throat. Unknown things always made people feel inexplicably panic, especially the prohibition in front of him was not known by which immortal sect power set up. If he accidentally stepped on the wrong steps, it would be like falling into an abyss that was thousands of feet high.

Forget it, practice is a defiance of heaven. I wish to break into the tiger's den, but I will never return the tiger's son.

Chen Hao gritted his teeth and moved forward again. The flames of the lamps around him shone on his face in a daze. He looked slightly and saw countless mottled murals carved on the huge stone wall. The age seemed to be very vicissitudes of time, and some colors were blurred, but from the only strokes left, you can still see the majestic atmosphere of these paintings.

A thick layer of fine powder was accumulated at the corner of the wall. The situation should be the oil paint weathered and falling off the wall. Spider web-like cracks appeared on the wall. Although it was very shallow, it was shocking.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time!

However, Chen Hao was very surprised. Although the Dust Piercing Pill was troublesome, he even had equipment on the Tibetan Bing Peak, so there was no reason why the dust was everywhere here.

The entrance of the stairs was very hot, but it was very cool when you arrived at the hall, as if the heat of the lava outside was sucked away by the rotating upward stone steps. But this was also good, the cool temperature could make people feel more calm.

As we approached, the tall bronze bookshelf were right in front of us, showing a hint of majesty to him. All the books were covered with a faint light, and the handwriting was even more hazy and unrecognizable. Chen Hao subconsciously used the Dharma to watch, but was shocked.

It turned out that all the magic power was suppressed by some force without realizing it. It could only be mobilized with difficulty. It was just approaching these bookshelf and not entering the fluorescent light.

He looked back and saw that Hua Jiuyang was still standing at the stairs without moving, but a look of relaxation appeared on his face. He couldn't help but realize it.

No wonder this person didn't follow him. He obviously knew the special nature of the Xuanzang Tower. If his cultivation level was suppressed, he would be afraid that he would not be as good as Chen Hao, a half-body refiner, and he might have life worries at any time.

He sneered in his heart, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and Hua Jiuyang thinks he is very smart, and only hopes that he will not be smart but will be mistaken for intelligence.

Chen Hao also roughly guessed that this person's intention was to use the prohibition here to remove himself, and then search for his soul and soul. After all, he passed the Lingyun Battle in full view of everyone, and even if he died, he had to find a legitimate reason, otherwise it would be a problem for other elders to pursue it.

He was so greedy for merit that he triggered the defense restrictions of Xuanzang Tower. Such a way of death was perfectly impossible to find any flaws. At least he thought so that Hua Jiuyang believed that if Chen Hao died, he would at most be charged with poor protection. However, as he was the elder of the Yuanshen, he would definitely not be investigated too much.

The living person is always better than the dead! One has been a soul for many years, and the other has unlimited potential and the possibility of promotion. How to choose is clear at a glance. This matter will definitely be left unresolved in the end. Hua Jiuyang can gain a super-level martial art. As long as he does not use it frequently in front of others, even if this martial art is really a gift from Wang Hua, he will not be able to do anything to him.

Chen Hao turned around with a gloomy face and continued to move forward. He struggled to squeeze out the slightest sense of effectiveness, hoping to avoid touching the fatal trap and staggering into a copper bookshelf.

The fluorescent light was like water, and it did not cause any obstacles to let him pass through. However, when his body was completely infiltrated into the light curtain, the entire space suddenly buzzed, and the supreme majesty filled the entire space. The light curtain also became very rich, and the scene inside seemed to be distorted from the outside and could not be clearly distinguished.

Hua Jiuyang tightened his fist, flipped his palm and appeared out of thin air, with a double-edged shuttle, and it was filled with light, and it looked quite high.

His face was cold, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and a cruelty called cold-blooded flashed. He gritted his teeth and used this sharp blade to cut his wrist. The blood flowed down and disappeared into the ground in an instant, leaving only a layer of faint black patterns. Then he muttered a few words, and his whole body sank into the ground like water, disappearing without a trace.

"Boy, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame, blame yourself for your bad life. If you get what you shouldn't get, you will not be blessed to get it!"

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Chen Hao didn't dare to move at this moment. As soon as he entered the light curtain, he heard a cracking mechanism under his feet. It seemed that as soon as he raised his foot, the entire defense restriction would be touched, leading him into a state of doom. Sweat rolled down from his cheeks, falling on the ground and splashed into crystal clear ground. In this case, he did not notice that Hua Jiuyang outside had disappeared from the spot.

What should I do? Chen Hao was anxious and thoughts were heard. He immediately wiped out his plans. It seemed that he could not get away with all the methods. Perhaps, he shouldn't have done anything at all!

Is there any token that is still in the hands of Hua Jiuyang at this moment? Otherwise, this is the first entry and it is unlikely that he will suffer such a life-and-death crisis.

Chen Hao's heart gradually sank, because he found that the true energy in his body was as if he was trapped in a quagmire and could not be activated at all. He was entirely based on the four realms of the golden body, and he had no confidence to resist the overwhelming divine power emitted by this restriction.

Time passed little by little, and he lost his true energy and maintained a posture without moving. The muscles in his body became a little sore and numb, and his calves were trembling slightly, as if they were no longer supported. But he gritted his teeth and did not dare to give up easily. He knew that if he staggered a little, he might lose his life. Compared with the former, the suffering at this moment was simply insignificant.

He tried hard to get himself into the realm of emptiness and darkness. Only in this way can he forget everything around him and find a solution easier.

But things went as expected. Faced with this state of life and death, Chen Hao had all the panic in his heart. He had no way to calm down. He was about to be unable to hold on. At this moment, a "squeak" suddenly came from the front, and a gray shadow flashed from behind the copper frame.
Chapter completed!