"It seems that there should be nothing else in the front hall. Fellow Jinlin Daoist, why don't we go to the main hall and the back hall, which is where the monks usually live. If the master left something here, he would probably be there." The Mingling Demon Lord suggested, his eyes full of scorching heat.

Although it is the ancestor of Ganminggu, among the great sects of cultivation that have been passed down for 30,000 to 40,000 years, there is not only one Nascent Soul monk now.

There are now five Nascent Soul monks in Ganming Valley. The person in charge is a human monk named Ganwu. Many years ago, his cultivation was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. It was this person who controlled nearly 50% or 60% of the resources in the valley, related to cultivation.

In addition, the four Nascent Soul monks, Mingling, can only divide the remaining small part.

"What Fellow Daoist Mingling said is that the good thing is still behind. Let's go all the time." The Golden Scale Demon Lord said with great satisfaction.

Then it stopped saying anything, so it strides forward and walks along the palace corridor.

Mingling and Xiaofeng followed closely behind.

The remaining few positions that were slightly behind also followed one after another.

But when Du Yu passed by Zhang Shiping, he quietly made an inconspicuous gesture to him.

Zhang Shiping nodded lightly and walked forward silently.

Soon, eight Nascent Soul monks walked several miles and walked in through a gate more than ten feet high. What came towards them was a huge square, the ground was covered with gold and stone, which was quite dazzling under the sunlight.

So the main hall inside and outside looks shining with golden light and extremely luxurious.

The Golden Scale Demon King was even more happy to see this. It was a different kind of golden snake. He was born with an inexplicable love for this kind of golden shining object.

However, the other True Lords couldn't help but feel a little vulgar. But they didn't say such words.

"There should be no other prohibitions here." Mingling Demon Lord said with some concern.

"You can't say it, let's try it out to see if there is a restriction." After the Golden Scale Demon Lord finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and several golden spirit balls fell down and turned into dozens of pythons as thick as arms.

Each python is about a meter away from each other and walks forward side by side.

The Xiaofeng Demon King opened his mouth and took a deep breath, his abdomen suddenly bulged, and then he spit out a large piece of snowflakes and swept forward.

As for the Mingling Demon King, he also used similar methods to condense his magic power into more than a hundred fists-sized brown-skinned insects, trying to get into the gold and stone.

However, the first two were fine, and they were not blocked. They arrived at the stone steps of the main hall one mile away very smoothly.

However, the alien insects had just drilled into the gold and stone for only about an inch, and suddenly the ground was filled with inspiration, bounced out one by one, and exploded into a mass of spiritual energy in the air.

The golden light on the surface of the stone bricks in the square that had been damaged just now has completely recovered as before.

Seeing this, Mingling Demon King was a little happy and said to other fellow Taoists: "It's not an attacking magic array, it's just some restrictions for maintenance, it doesn't matter."

After testing the three aspects of the sky, the ground and the underground, no abnormal changes appeared.

The monks finally calmed down and walked towards the main hall in front of them. They did not walk fast, nor did they take the air rashly. They walked forward for about a mile and finally arrived in front of the stone steps.

The stone steps in front of the hall are divided into three layers. The osmanthus in the middle of the stairs are carved with mountains, rivers, and various reliefs of real supernatural beasts, strange flowers and plants, and are painted into a masterpiece, describing the grand scenes of ancient times.

The eight Nascent Soul monks consciously divided them into two rows, each following the left and right stone steps, and came to the front of the hall in a blink of an eye.

The golden scale demon king brushed away his sleeves, the palace gate opened in response to the sound, and the scene inside suddenly appeared in the eyes of all the true kings.

"Is this the owner of this place?" After seeing the scene inside clearly, the Golden Scale Demon King said in a deep voice.

After saying that, it bowed and said lightly: "The descendants of the school have finally come to pay homage to the seniors, and I will pay mercy to disturb you, and I hope you will forgive me."

The golden pillars in the palace are arranged in two directions, and in the middle is a vast area more than 20 meters wide, and there is a high platform upwards.

On the stage was a dragon chaise in pure gold, a corpse wearing a crown and robe, jade bones, and corpse placed on each knee with both hands, sitting on its big golden sword, its empty eyes seemed to still look forward, even though tens of thousands of years have passed, it still gives people a sense of majesty.

This person must have been a brilliant figure before his life. Time can erase its flesh and blood, but it cannot erase the domineering power that has penetrated into his bone marrow.

However, the Xiaofeng Demon King next to him was a little disdainful and said indifferently: "It's just a dead person, why bother to be so humble?"

After hearing this, the Golden Scale Demon Lord shook his head and said nothing more.

After thinking for a while, Du Yu and Zhang Shiping also stood at the gate of the front hall like the Golden Scale Demon Lord, and bowed deeply.

"I'm just a human monk. No matter how high my cultivation was during my lifetime, I'm just a dry bone. Fellow Daoyu, I wonder if you can have any remains of corpses later?" Ao Ce chuckled.

"That's my senior of the human race. This worship is a ritual. Do you think that if your Jiaolong clan recalls the Dragon Prisoner Armor, Ao Xuan will definitely beat me, and you will be so arrogant after deciding to win or lose, life and death. As for you, believe it or not, I will kill you on the spot within three moves. Let's see if Ao Xuan can save him?" Du Yu said in a deep voice, his eyes suddenly appeared, and the surroundings became cold.

"This time, you won't let your Nascent Soul escape." Zhang Shiping said lightly.

"You..." Ao Ce said forcibly.

"Okay, okay, if you want to fight, then go and fight somewhere else." The Golden Scale Demon Lord said coldly.

Since the eight gate soul-locking array has been broken and entered the palace, it no longer pretends to be a peacemaker, and looks quite impatient.

However, seeing the treasure approaching, Ao Ce did not want to retreat like this, so he stopped talking.

Except for the jade bone, there was nothing else in the hall, and it was empty, so a group of Nascent Soul monks placed their eyes entirely on the high platform in the hall.

Soon, the Golden Scale Demon King was in front of him, and the other monks followed the climate and walked into the hall, came to the stage, and looked at it.

No one dared to climb up the platform rashly, getting too close to this jade bone.

Zhang Shiping looked off the stage. The corpse of the Master Jin Guang was much stronger than the dark green jade bone he had obtained before.

At least 70,000 to 80,000 years have passed, and the domineering veiled in the bones of Master Jinguang still exists, which is breathtaking. In front of him, ordinary foundation-building monks may even be unstable and unable to stand. They can only fall down from the stage and kneel down to show respect and obedience.
Chapter completed!