The fat monk opened his mouth to remind everyone not to shout the wrong thing. This is a very serious mistake.

There can only be one great emperor on the Youshan Mountain, and that is Fu Jun. The others can only be called ghost emperors.

Even Emperor Fengdu was like this.

Xu Tong and others nodded to express their understanding. As they said this, the convoy finally passed through the dense forest, and their eyes suddenly became clear.

"Wow!

That is the emperor’s forbidden palace!”

For a moment, everyone looked up and looked up. When they saw the majestic palace in the distance, they couldn't help but let out an exclamation from deep in their hearts.

Looking from a distance, the palaces are rolling and majestic. The main hall is made of blue bricks, with carved beams and painted beams. The roof is covered with a thick layer of white snow. After countless years of wind and rain, it exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

And an ancient atmosphere.

This palace surrounds the entire mountain peak from bottom to top, like a giant dragon with teeth and claws. Standing at the highest point, it looks like a green dragon roaring up to the sky.

Even though they were still far apart, they could clearly see an ancient hall.

A simple palace is located on the dragon's head, as if it is a dragon's head crown, facing the netherworld.

It was as if they were announcing to the world that the owner of this land was silently watching their every move.

"Xu Tong!"

At this time, a familiar shout made Xu Tong and Gao Zhuo perk up, and they quickly put their heads out to follow the sound.
Chapter completed!