He Wuhen's eyes quickly scanned the stone tablet, and soon saw a message that surprised him.

"Old Goat: Level 4 Wuzong, has a detailed map of the Sunset Mountains."

Seeing the words "Sunset Mountain Map", He Wuhen couldn't help but smile.

Deacon Jiang from Shenbing Pavilion did not lie to him, as there was indeed a map of the Sunset Mountains here.

At this moment, the warriors watching around the stone tablet suddenly exclaimed a burst of surprise, and the voices were filled with incredible and surprising.

"Oh my God! Nine-level Xuan Soldier? I'm not mistaken!"

"It's really a level nine mysterious soldier! It's so exciting! There's actually a fool who comes to find treasure with a level nine mysterious soldier!"

"Hahahaha! The owner of the ninth-level Xuan Soldier is called Xiao Flea. He is actually a second-level Wu Zong!"

A series of surprises and shocking screams rang out in the crowd and quickly spread around the surroundings.

He Wuhen was also stunned for a moment, frowned and looked at the stone tablet, and saw the green screen. The information had been updated at some point and his information was added.

Little Flea: Level 2 Wu Zong, possessing a level 9 Xuan Soldier and Xuan Shuang Sword.

Hundreds of warriors looked at the message incredibly, and their faces showed expressions of excitement and shock.

The crowd was full of discussion, and the whispering sounds quickly gathered into waves of sound, sweeping across the backyard.

Many warriors searched the crowd with keen eyes, and some people quickly left the stone tablet, looking at the identity plates in the hands of others with their eyes as if they were torched.

Some warriors, after they couldn't find who the little flea was, stood in the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Who is the little flea? Fuck me and stand up, I promise not to beat you to death!"

"Little flea, come out quickly. The uncle has the treasure you want here. Come and duel with the uncle!"

Someone took the lead and some people responded, and the crowd suddenly heard the sound of calling for little fleas one after another.

Seeing the reactions of the warriors and seeing them looking for the little fleas with excitement and impatient faces, He Wuhen touched his nose speechlessly.

"Damn it seems a bit troublesome."

Although he still didn't quite understand how the treasure hunt in the Shura Palace was carried out.

But judging from the fanatical reactions of those warriors, it is definitely not a good thing, at least the treasure hunting process is very unfriendly.

At this moment, a young warrior with a thin figure next to He Wuhen suddenly had his eyes shining, and pointed at He Wuhen in surprise and shouted loudly: "I saw it! He is a little flea!"

He Wuhen was shocked and turned his head to throw a cold look at the thin warrior, and at the same time put away the identity plate.

But it was too late to all this. After a moment of silence, the crowd under the stone tablet suddenly burst into a shocking roar of excitement.

A hundred Wuzong all rushed towards He Wuhen, like a hungry wolf pounced on a sheep, with green light on his eyes.

Even some people with broken hands and feet, terrifying faces, ragged clothes, and walking around like people who will burp at any time, rushed over as fast as a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, before He Wuhen could figure out what was going on, hundreds of Wuzong rushed to him and surrounded him.

"Hehe, it turns out you are a little flea! Come on, this is the uncle's brand, and the uncle's mysterious top-grade sword technique."

A rough sound sounded, like a muffled thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

The person who spoke was a burly man eight feet tall, wearing only a pair of cowhide trousers and naked with thick black hair on his upper body, like a chimpanzee.

While speaking, he also took out his identity plate and a secret martial arts book, and swayed in front of He Wuhen.

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, he waved his fists and burst out the light of Yuanli, bombarding He Wuhen.

This burly man was a fourth-level martial sect. His Yuan power was powerful and powerful, and his fist was as huge as a sandbag. He hit him with all his strength, with a full 400,000 kilograms of strength.

But before He Wuhen could fight back, two Wuzong immediately jumped out and attacked the burly man, one left and one right.

When the two of them blew their fists and attacked the burly man, they still roared angrily: "Little Baba Lamb, I found the little flea first, and I am the one who duels with the little flea."

The burly man was immediately furious, his face turned pale. While fighting back frantically, he still roared like thunder: "Fuck! Just you two third-level Wuzong, you dare to rob the little fleas from me? Seeking death!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Smack it!"

The sound of fists and feet hitting the body constantly sounded, and the Yuanli light thundered and shattered countless pieces, wrapped in violent wind, and rushed around.

The three Wuzong, who had never known each other, actually started a fight on the spot to fight for the qualification to duel with the little flea.

He Wuhen was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself with a strange expression: "Damn, are these three guys sick?"

However, before he finished speaking, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded behind him.

With his spiritual sense, He Wuhen saw that the young Wuzong, who was as thin as a young man, drew out his sword without saying a word and attacked him on his back.

Not only that, there was a Wu Zong who had a cloak on his left hand, who could not see his face. His legs condensed into two sword lights, and he attacked him without saying a word.

"Damn! These two people didn't even report their identities, and started fighting without saying a word? It's so despicable and shameless!"

He Wuhen cursed in anger, and was about to retreat and dodge, but he discovered a more bizarre scene.

Before he could fight back, the Wuzong people around him rushed up all over.

There were more than a dozen people holding swords to siege the two men, and instantly slashing the two men to cry and crying, and fleeing out in a mess.

At the same time, everyone was surging, waving their fists, holding their swords, and rushing towards He Wuhen.

These people not only acted quickly and ruthlessly, but also shouted: "The little flea belongs to me. Whoever dares to rob will die!"

"Damn it, I found the little flea first, he is my!"

"You all get out of here. The third and fourth level Wuzong is a slap in front of me!"

So, dozens of Wuzong sects fought, cursing and roaring, while bombing the extremely powerful moves at the vital points of others.

He Wuhen stood there and looked at the crazy Wuzong people in amazement, and shouted incredibly: "Damn, this is OK?"

He never expected that these Wuzong people would be extremely vulgar and shameless, and they all salivated at his Xuanshuang sword. For this reason, they did not hesitate to use all kinds of means to draw their swords and fight on the spot without any scruples.

Even as a little flea, he had not said a word, but these Wuzong people had already started a tragic and bloody battle like life and death enemies.

A Xuanshuang sword of the level nine-level Xuan Soldier directly made everyone crazy and lose their minds.

Being in the midst of dozens of Wuzong's melee, He Wuhen was under great pressure, and Wuzong was constantly carrying out various sneak attacks and forced kills around him.

Even the aftermath of the Wuzong fights in chaos all over him drowned him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take advantage of his magical body skills and speed to shuttle through the crowd and escape to the distance.

Xiao Maoqiu has been squatting on his shoulders all the time, witnessing all this happening with his own eyes.

At this time, He Wuhen fought desperately to escape from the crowd, and Xiao Maoqiu also took the opportunity to create greater trouble and riots in the chaotic battlefield.

It spit out a holy flame at the densest place of the crowd, and also spit out an invincible bubble bomb at several Wuzongs who were chasing He Wuhen.

Suddenly, the golden holy flame burned a bunch of Wuzong's men to cry and shout for their parents, and ran away in a panic.

The Invincible Bubble Bomb also exploded in the crowd, bursting out hundreds of thousands of kilograms of terrifying power, directly blowing all six Wuzongs backwards.

However, what surprised He Wuhen was that dozens of Wuzong fought fiercely in the yard. The terrifying aftermath of the battle, the light of the Yuanli and violent energy burst out in all directions, but they failed to destroy the broken palaces around them.

Even when the flame bomb of the small hair ball exploded, it exploded several Wuzongs, but it failed to blow up any traces of the ground.

While escaping, he also observed and discovered the mystery.

It turned out that this area was decorated with extremely powerful defensive formations.

Whenever there is Yuanli light and violent energy hits the ground, a yellowish light will light up, blocking all power.

Those ubiquitous earthy brilliances closely protect the entire low-level Wuzong area, which is astonishingly powerful as it is unfathomable.

Even if more than a dozen level five martial sects join forces, they cannot break through the defense of the yellow light and cannot break even a brick or tile.

It was not until this time that He Wuhen saw it with his own eyes that he finally believed that the Shura Palace was indeed a place for crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

If you can arrange such a defensive formation that cannot be broken, the formation master is very likely to be a super strong man in the Martial King realm.

After a hundred breaths, He Wuhen finally escaped from the battlefield with difficulty.

With his powerful defense and the magical Qingyun footwork, he left the chaotic yard and fled to the third floor of the palace on the right.

The Wuzong in the backyard were still fighting to the death. The colorful Yuanli lights all over the sky enveloped the entire backyard, making it impossible to see the situation in the venue clearly.

Therefore, He Wuhen secretly escaped from the backyard, and no one was noticed.

When he escaped to the third floor of the broken palace, his ears became much clearer.

This palace is pitch black, with only a wide corridor, with an oil lamp hanging on the walls, emitting dim lights.

There is no hall in the entire palace, only rows of mysterious black rooms, all of which are locked, with mysterious formation patterns engraved on it.

He Wuhen walked in the quiet corridor, looking at the rooms with sharp eyes, and wondering what this place was.

After what happened just now, he gradually understood the rules of the Shura Palace and also knew that this was a bloody and fierce Shura world. It was common to draw a sword and kill someone if he had a disagreement.

The warriors who came to the Shura Palace, each of them used everything they wanted, and used all kinds of despicable and shameless means to perfection.
Chapter completed!