Seeing that Ying Xiu'er and Chu Jie were ready, Chu Tian nodded and walked towards the main entrance of the hall step by step with a solemn expression.

The shape of this hall is strange, just like a big bird crawling on the ground, with a row of side halls extending obliquely on the left and right. In the middle is a main gate that is a hundred feet high and thirty feet wide. On the ancient gate, there are 108 huge door nails densely packed.

As Chu Tian and the other two slowly approached, strange clouds gradually emerged on the door nails, and waves of extremely uncomfortable breath of time came towards them. Ancient, decayed, withered, and rotten, all kinds of breaths that made people feel extremely uncomfortable from body to soul condensed into substance, and washed over like a flood.

Beneath Chu Tian's skin, a layer of faint green light lingered, blocking the waves of time.

In the picture of Ying Xiu'er's blue dragon shedding its shell, the dragon roared, and the light cocoon formed by the black divine light began to ripple slightly. She was also unharmed.

In Chu Jie's picture of Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage to the Emperor, countless ghosts and gods raised their heads like living creatures. They bared their teeth, danced, and various colors of deep ghost fire spewed out of their eyes. They opened their mouths and continuously spewed out large amounts of negative energy.

Gradually, the ghost fire and evil spirit that spewed out of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage to the Ancestor diagram condensed into a real jade disk of a hundred ghosts parading at night behind Chu Jie. Streams of cold and evil spirits gushed out of the jade disk, and countless bony arms stretched out from the jade disk, forming various strange hand seals and releasing strange ghost secret techniques, which also blocked the washover of the breath of time.

Chu Tian walked to the main door, put his hands on the door and pushed hard.

Unexpectedly, the door that looked extremely thick and heavy was as light as a cicada's wing and was easily pushed open by Chu Tian with one palm.

With a loud bang, the two doors opened and hit the walls on both sides heavily. A gray breath gushed out from the door, and an extremely decayed and extremely old breath of time surged out. Chu Tian, ​​Chu Jie and Ying Xiu'er all swayed and took several steps back at the same time.

“Damn it!” Chu Jie cursed in a low voice. He glanced at Chu Tian and said in a deep voice, “Boss Chu, it seems that you don’t have anything to protect yourself. Do you want my help?”

Chu Tian waved his hand, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily forward.

A gust of wind blew up from the flat ground, and the Wind Seal on the bronze lamp flashed rapidly. A gust of wind turned into a tornado with a diameter of several feet, and rushed into the hall with a roar. Chu Tian followed the tornado and strode into the hall, and then he stood there in astonishment.

"Oh my god! Is this a butcher's shop?" Chu Jie also followed in. When he suddenly saw the scene in the hall, he screamed subconsciously.

Ying Xiu'er also followed in. When she looked up and saw the scene in the hall, her body suddenly stiffened. She just raised one foot but was reluctant to put it down.

The hall is very spacious and the light is very bright.

On the bronze walls all around, blood-colored dragon-head and phoenix-tail purple talisman divine characters crisscrossed each other. The murderous, hideous and twisted purple talisman divine characters were like twisted centipede scars, deeply imprinted on the walls.

These purple divine chapters gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. An extremely twisted, absolutely brutal, subversive, and all-tearing horrific aura rolled out from every word, making the people standing in the hall feel as if they were soaked in a bloody water filled with broken limbs and arms. A suffocating and incomparably desperate fear kept coming over them.

Thirty-six bronze mirrors hang high on the roof of the hall.

Thirty-six cold light beams several feet thick hung down from the bronze mirror, and in each of the light beams, a tall and burly body was suspended.

These people include both men and women. The men are about 10 feet tall, and the women are generally around 25 or 26 feet tall. Although they are so tall, their bodies are in excellent proportion. Every inch of their body contours is perfect, natural, and harmonious. Each body is like a work of art.

Regardless of whether they are men or women, they are all wearing armors of exquisite shape. These armors are shining and the halo spreads out dozens of feet away. Just by looking at the material, you can tell that these armors are definitely treasures.

But these armors were all tattered and full of holes, just like the bodies of these men and women. There were transparent wounds all over their bodies, including wounds left by swords, spears, swords and halberds, as well as many traces of fire, freezing and lightning.

These people, men and women, quietly suspended in the light, were surrounded by two golden pillars covered with intricate patterns of various colors. Chains as thick as thumbs stretched out from the pillars, piercing through their vital parts, tying them up tightly like tying dumplings.

What is even more shocking is that there are golden daggers inserted in the thirty-six vital points on their bodies, including the top of their heads, temples, throats, hearts, lower abdomens, etc.

These daggers were shining with dazzling light. Chu Tian and the other two did not get close to them. They just looked at these daggers from afar, feeling a great fear that a catastrophic disaster was about to befall them.

Waves of the ancient, decaying breath of time continuously gushed out from the thirty-six bronze mirrors, washing over the bodies of these men and women.

No one knows how many years these bodies have been floating here, and how many years they have experienced the cleansing of the breath of time.

But in Chu Tian's eyes, these people's tattered bodies were still lifelike, without any signs of decay or corruption.

Inside the bodies of these people, there seems to be some kind of indestructible, almost eternal power protecting their bodies. Even though these bodies are so strictly imprisoned, sealed with such vicious restrictions, and constantly washed by such terrible arrangements, they remain unchanged and immortal.

"This is not a butcher's shop, this... is a place of repression." Chu Tian looked at the bodies suspended in the light column with inexplicable fear. He muttered to himself: "I have a hunch that these people... maybe, they are not dead! Ziyin, he is not looking for them... either."

It seems to be related to the voices of Chu Tian and the others.

In the beam of light closest to the gate, a 32-foot-tall man wearing red armor and with a tough and mighty face suddenly raised his head slowly. The man's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes.

A ray of lifeless cold light flashed across the big man's eyes, and Chu Tian felt a chill in his back. He exclaimed, grabbed Chu Jie and Ying Xiu'er and quickly retreated towards the door.

Ying Xiu'er screamed in shock, and the twelve golden beads on her left hand, which were transformed from the Sky-Slaying Golden Men, flew up and transformed into twelve golden men hundreds of feet tall that blocked them.

An invisible sharp energy came roaring, and the twelve golden men of Slaying Heaven were cut in half, with their upper bodies falling heavily to the ground.

Chu Tian and the others had already exited the main entrance of the hall. The invisible sharp aura was chasing them. Countless twisted dragon head and phoenix tail purple talisman characters suddenly appeared on the door frame, and a thick wall of light appeared out of thin air.

The sharp energy slashed heavily on the light wall. With a loud bang, the light wall and the sharp energy shattered at the same time. The overflowing broken aura hit Chu Tian and the other two hard, knocking them out like gourds.