Chapter 320 (1/2)

When the altar at the foot of the temple disappeared, the light around disappeared, and Xuantian appeared in a spacious hall.

When Xuantian rushed into the hall, he saw a huge palace with three floors. Obviously, he was on the third floor of the palace.

The altar that carried him here has a protective effect and can isolate all kinds of breath. When the altar disappears, Xuantian suddenly feels an overwhelming pressure from the sky and makes his body shake.

If it had not been for the firmness of Xuantian's body and its infinite strength, it would have been overturned by the overwhelming pressure.

Xuantian's eyes swept around him and was shocked.

On both sides of the hall were nine thunder corpses, which were very similar to the thunder corpses that Xuantian had killed with ”earth level spirit sword” during the cultivation period in the natural environment. There were electric wires in the body.

Their clothes and clothes have been turned into ashes, and their flesh and blood have already dried up. But their momentum is extremely strong, which is much stronger than the thunder corpse killed by Xuantian.

Xuantian can conclude that these thunder corpses must have been the super strong in the heaven level environment before they died.

Beside each Lei corpse, there is a sword. There is no vitality in the whole hall. It is absorbed by these swords. No martial artist can absorb any of the heaven and earth vitality when he comes here.

Xuantian's eyes were startled. Although these swords didn't come out of his body, Xuantian could see that these swords were extremely extraordinary. At least they were superior swords at the prefecture level, and even - they were Heaven level magic weapons.

There are nine thunder corpses on both sides of the hall. There are 18 in total. At the same time, there are also 18 swords. Each heaven level magic weapon is priceless. If all of them are sky level magic weapons, only 18 swords will be an incomparable treasure.

Even if it is a second class force, it is difficult to produce 18 heavenly level magic soldiers.

Xuantian's heart was pounding. If he could get eighteen heavenly level soldiers, he would become one of the richest people in the whole land of China.

However, each of these thunder corpses is equivalent to the super strong in the heaven level realm. Some of them are even equivalent to the middle and late days of the heaven level realm. Unless the leader of the star pavilion or the blood refining sect comes personally, who has the power to win their weapons from more than ten Lei corpses?

Moreover, even if the heavenly star Pavilion master and the blood refining sect leader are close to each other, they may not be able to get it.

Xuantian's eyes swept through the 18 thunder corpses and 18 swords, and finally fixed in front of him. That was the direction of the Gestalt's pressure.

There are nine steps ahead, and there is a huge throne on it. On the throne, there is a skeleton.

There is no dry flesh and blood on the skeleton, only a pair of bones, but it exudes a startling momentum. Now Xuantian is also a strong man in the earth level environment, and the body is very strong. However, under the pressure of this momentum, there is an unbearable feeling, just like carrying a mountain with a hundred thousand pounds on his back. After a long time, he has to fall to the ground to rest The feeling of a moment.

The breath of the skeleton is more terrible than the mummy at the top of Tianjie. Xuantian's heart leaps. Is this the corpse of a king?

The skeleton was lifeless, sitting on the empty throne, but holding something in both hands.

Holding a golden book in his left hand, it's not ordinary paper. It's made of some metal. It's immortal for thousands of years.

Holding a blue bead in his right hand, it looks ordinary, but it contains a ray of thunder.

Xuantian can't help but think of the ancient legend. In ancient times, Thunder Mountain was the base of a large number of menlei palace. The owner of thunder palace was the king of thunder.

The corpse sits on the ancient throne with a bead of thunder in his hand. Is it the legendary ancient thunder king?

From the left and right sides, as well as in front, Xuantian found no place to leave. The skeletons on the throne and the thunder corpses on both sides showed no sign of moving. If you found the exit, you might leave quietly without disturbing them.

There was no exit from the front, left and right sides. Xuantian turned to look behind him.

Sure enough, there was a staircase behind Xuantian, leading to the next floor. However, his eyes were stunned. There were two thunder corpses at the entrance of the stairs, which just blocked the exit. If you want to go down the second floor, you need to push the two thunder corpses away.

Xuantian couldn't help frowning. The breath of these two thunder corpses was stronger than any of the other 18. Even compared with the mummy at the top of the heaven level in the underground palace treasure house, it was not much different.

Moreover, the swords in the hands of the two thunder corpses were all scabbard, which did not look brilliant, but had a sense of simplicity. However, Xuantian, as an instrument refiner, could see that both of them were genuine heaven level treasures. All the powerful people in the whole land of Shenzhou were dreaming of the world's magic weapons.

Although these thunder corpses did not move now, Xuantian could not guarantee that they would not move if they were close to them. All the corpses he saw in the underground palace treasure house were moved.

Close to the two most powerful Lei corpses, let Xuantian have a pure feeling of looking for death.

He had just escaped from the underground treasure house and was trapped in such a place. Not only did twenty thunder corpses trap him in the center, but also a skeleton suspected of the remains of the supreme king, sitting high on the throne, overlooking him.It's just like stepping out of the wolf's nest and entering the tiger cave.

Even the tiger, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, looks at the skeleton on the throne with a look of fear and makes a few low growls.