Amid the dull sound of "rolling and rolling", the door of the secret room slowly opened.

Before He Wuhen could see the situation in the secret room clearly, hundreds or thousands of black airflows were shot out like sharp arrows.

"Swish swish swish!"

He Wuhen quickly dodged and avoided the attack of the black airflow.

Half a minute later, the dense black air as dense as an arrow rain ended.

He Wuhen grabbed a black airflow, held it in his palm and looked it in his mouth for a while, and murmured in a low voice.

"It's not the demonic energy, it's actually the turbid energy! The spiritual energy and divine power in the secret room have been sealed for tens of millions of years and have been polluted into turbid energy."

"Fortunately, these turbid airs did not produce spiritual intelligence, otherwise they would become turbid demons, and that would be troublesome."

The lethality of these turbid airs is not as good as divine power, and it is not of great value, so He Wuhen didn't take it seriously.

He raised his foot and stepped into the secret room. His spiritual sense spread like mercury, covering the entire secret room, carefully exploring.

The entire secret room was covered with dust, silent, and filled with the smell of death.

He Wuhen stepped on the ground like a layer of soft fine sand.

Looking around, the secret room was empty.

Perhaps there were statues, tables, chairs or other things here, but they had already turned into ashes over the years.

The thick layer of fine ash on the ground is the best proof.

In the center of the secret room, there is a formation with complex patterns carved on the ground.

This formation has a radius of hundreds of meters, with countless patterns intertwined and connected, forming a nine-petal lotus pattern, which looks very sacred.

Unfortunately, millions of years have passed, and the magic power of the formation has long been lost and has become a useless waste formation.

Even the patterns and gullies of the formation have long been filled with dust, adding a bit of vicissitudes of life.

In the center of the formation, nine petals wrapped around a lotus pod.

The dark golden lotus pod is three meters high, forming a special small round platform, which is for the great god Tianyuan to meditate and practice.

If you sit on the lotus pod and practice the exercises, you are at the core of the magic circle.

The magic circle will absorb the power of heaven and earth and the spiritual energy of all directions, allowing him to speed up his cultivation and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Unfortunately, the dark golden lotus pods have lost their luster and are no longer useful.

He Wuhen flew to the lotus pod and saw a piece of golden book pages exposed in the dust on the round platform under his feet.

He squatted down and looked at it up close, blew a breath, and blew off the dust of the big bunch.

A half-meter-wide golden scroll appeared, blooming with a dim golden light.

He Wuhen observed it and found that the material of this golden scroll was very strong, but unfortunately he couldn't tell what material it was made of.

But he knew that this golden scroll could be preserved until now and had not rotted and turned into dust, and its quality must be comparable to a magical tool.

He held the golden scroll and observed it carefully.

There is an inexplicable painting on the scroll, but the picture is very meticulous.

Above the scroll is the sky and below is the earth.

Hundreds of warriors, wearing various costumes, stood on the ground and looked up at the sky.

These warriors are all majestic and look extraordinary, and there are also people riding dragons, phoenixes and various divine beasts.

But without exception, these warriors were full of panic and acted as if they were casting spells.

The sky they looked up at was blue from all directions.

But there is a huge black vortex in the middle, and the black hole in the vortex seems to be able to swallow people's hearts.

There are countless cracks around the vortex, extending like tree roots.

After reading this painting, He Wuhen remembered the picture in his mind and couldn't help but frown in confusion.

"What does this painting mean?"

"The costumes of hundreds of warriors are very strange, they should be dressed in the prehistoric era. They are all imposing, and there are also people riding divine beast pets. They are obviously very powerful, and they are very likely to be strong people above the Heavenly Emperor Realm, or perhaps at the Divine Realm!"

"But why are they all looking at the sky in horror? They are still casting spells? How could there be a vortex in the sky?"

He Wuhen observed it repeatedly for a long time, but he couldn't see the reason.

There is no word on the entire scroll except this painting.

He Wuhen was confused when he saw it and did not understand the meaning of this painting.

But he had a vague sense that the painting must have predicted something or recorded something.

In short, it is of great significance and must be kept properly.

"This picture is placed here, which shows that the great god Tianyuan also observed and studied it for a long time before his death."

"I just don't know if God Tianyuan saw anything from this picture? The God of God is intact, but he suddenly disappeared. Is it related to this scroll?"

He Wuhen left the secret room with full of doubts.

The entire temple has been explored and there is nothing valuable anymore.

Perhaps there were many treasures of heaven, earth, spiritual medicines, and various magic weapons in this divine palace.

But none of these things could withstand the erosion of time and eventually disappeared and turned into dust.

He Wuhen’s gains from this trip were only a Tianyuan Sword and a golden scroll with unknown intentions.

But even so, he was satisfied.

After all, the biggest gain is to get a magical artifact Tianyuan Sword.

He already has the Xuanyuan Sword, and of course this Tianyuan Sword is left for Yue Ling.

When Yue Ling's retreat ended, He Wuhen asked her to sacrifice the magic sword.

“It’s time to leave.”

He Wuhen murmured, left the divine palace at a glance, flew to the boundless wasteland, and returned along the way he came.

...

Almost at the same time, a battle was taking place on the foggy sea of ​​Burial Gods.

In the vast fog, more than twenty men in black clothes, black robes or black armor were besieging two young women.

These men are all very strong, and the weakest is also in the late stage of the Emperor of Heaven, who condensed 1,800 laws.

Their clothes were embroidered with a green dragon pattern on their chests, which looked very imposing.

But the actions of these men all revealed a rude, barbaric and bloodthirsty atmosphere.

Obviously, they are all pirates, pirates from Qinglong Island!

The two young women who were besieged were stronger, a woman with big breasts, long legs and loli face, which was Yu Ling'er.

Another woman who seems to be in her twenties is Lu Qingxue.

There is also a golden-feathered crane that is as big as a mountain and is covered with white body, surrounded by pirates from Qinglong Island.

The two sides had been fighting for half an hour, and the battle was quite tragic.

The pirates on Qinglong Island had originally dispatched thirty-six people, but in the battle just now, fourteen were killed by Yu Ling'er and Jin Linghe.

Most of the remaining twenty-two people were injured and covered with blood.

However, the pirate leader, wearing a black robe, a hat and a veil, only had his eyes exposed outside.

He is very strong, without any injuries on his body, and his aura is still strong, so cold that it is heartbreaking.

Yu Ling'er and Lu Qingxue's condition is very bad.

Lu Qingxue was weak, but she only had two sword injuries on her body, one on her back and the other under her ribs.

The long skirt has been cut, and occasionally a touch of white soft flesh will appear in the action.

Blood blew out of the wound, dyeing the clothes red.

Yu Ling'er is the strongest and is the worst injured.

After all, she was the main target of pirates and she has been protecting Lu Qingxue and helped her get a few swords.

The white skirt on Yu Ling'er's body had long been stained with blood.

The pink loli's face turned pale, and there was a terrifying sword wound on her cheek, almost scattering half of her face.

As for the scars and sword wounds on her body, there were more than a dozen.

Sword wounds were everywhere on the chest, under the ribs, abdomen, back and legs.

Half of the wings of the golden-eyed crane were stabbed with several blood holes, and there were wounds on its back and legs. The blood dyed the white feathers red.

The two sides temporarily stopped fighting and confronted each other in the sea of ​​clouds, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was depressing.

Twenty-two pirates held swords and surrounded Yu Ling'er and Jin Linghe, without even a chance to escape.
To be continued...