There are not many mechanisms around the ruins, and there are scattered corpses blocking the narrow road.

The people who entered before had already broken the mechanism at the cost of their lives, so the three of them naturally had no obstacles.

At this moment, at the end of the road stood a high platform.

In the center of the stage stands an ancient black box, with delicate carvings of mountains and rivers on the box body, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

This black box emits a faint fluorescent light in the underground palace.

The six grand masters gathered under the high platform, staring at the black box with sharp eyes. Although they were confronting each other, no one acted rashly.

If I go forward, I will inevitably become the target of public criticism.

As for those with the Grandmaster level or below, they were naturally killed by the six people, and their bodies were scattered in the passages of the underground palace.

They don't want anyone taking advantage of the situation while they are fighting.

The eighth prince hid his face, and the old man Baihun gave him part of his soul power, allowing him to pretend to be a grandmaster, one of the six.

When the three people from Xiandao arrived here, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Everyone, we still don't know what is in this box."

A Grand Master broke the silence, "Why don't we open it together and take a look. If it's a secret manual of martial arts, we can each make a copy.

If it is other treasures, we will discuss their distribution.

If we continue to delay, I'm afraid more people will flock here, and then it will be hard to say who will own this treasure."

However, his proposal was not accepted by others. You know, who doesn't want to annex this thing?

If it is a treasure, will it be recognized as the owner once you take it in your hands?

Beitang Xiong looked at this group of Grand Masters with cold eyes and said with a contemptuous smile: "Overseas Fairy Island, you mortals, why don't you retreat quickly!"

He patted his sleeves, revealing the sect's seal sewn with cloud silk - three fairy island patterns shrouded in clouds and mist.

There was an extreme amount of contempt in his words. As a person from the fairy island, he naturally had a sense of pride in the face of this mob.

Even if there are some elders from several major sects among them, what are these people compared to the Immortal Island?

However, these great masters are not easy to deal with.

No matter how much respect one has for a fairy island, it is only when there is no competition for interests or when resistance is simply impossible.

But in this situation, they may not be without a chance of winning.

The Eighth Prince thought of something when he saw the familiar face of the Fourteenth Prince and heard Beitang Xiong say that they were from the Fairy Island.

Naturally, he recognized that one of them was his fourteenth brother.

However, they hadn't seen each other for more than ten years. He had entered the fairy island when he was a child, so it was impossible for him to have any feelings for her. He lowered his voice and said:

“Everyone, these three are in the same group. They are from the Overseas Fairy Island, which is a big name. If we don’t join forces to kill them.

Then they will defeat us one by one. Kill them first, and then we can deal with other things!"

After saying that, the Eighth Prince suddenly attacked, threw out an iron stone, and headed towards Beitang Xiong.

However, it was blocked by Beitang Xiong's sword handle. After hearing this, the other grand masters also understood the truth.

He chose to join forces, and rushed towards the three disciples of the Immortal Island with the internal energy surging in his body.

"I want to see how good you, a disciple from the Immortal Island, are?" An elder from the Tiangang Sect stepped forward and shouted.

He had killed countless people. In his eyes, even if these people had profound internal strength and advanced skills, how much experience did they have in life-and-death battles?

But I have fought my way out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. At this time, they might panic.

"You are overestimating yourself. Get on with it." Beitang Xiong looked at the newcomer coldly.

He drew his sword and fought two men at once, but was not at a disadvantage.

The other two also drew their swords and headed towards the other grand masters.

It's always one against two, so it seems like it's not difficult to fight three people.

Just when everyone was fighting fiercely, the eighth prince suddenly took action.

He was knocked away by Han Yu's palm, and then with the help of Han Yu's palm power, he was knocked away thousands of meters.

But he took advantage of this gap and, with the impact of being knocked away, headed towards the "Soul Sealing Box" on the high platform.

"Beast!" Seeing this scene, a hot-tempered grandmaster roared and widened his eyes.

He didn't expect that this person would be so shameless as to steal the treasure like this.