This cave, located thousands of feet below the sea, went vertically downwards. Chu Tian and the others descended thousands of feet. Suddenly, the view in front of them opened up and a huge palace appeared in front of them.

The magnificence of this palace is so great that it is simply impossible to describe it in words.

Not to mention other things, just the ninety-nine steps in front of the hall, each step is more than ten feet high!

Using the simplest conversion method, the height of the 'people' who can use these steps normally must be over a hundred feet?

Then, the discovery made by Yue Niangniang and others proved this point perfectly - they had flown to the door of the hall, and outside the half-open door of the hall, there were more than a dozen corpses lying in a mess!

The height of these corpses was over a hundred feet. They were all wearing heavy armor. The armor was gorgeous and smooth in shape. The complex relief patterns on the surface of the armor could be called works of art. If you look closely up close, you can see that each pattern is made up of at least tens of thousands of ancient and complex runes.

I don’t know how many years have passed, and the luster of these armors has long been dim, but there is still an extremely powerful force field gushing out from the armor, so that these armors are completely spotless and as clean as if they had just come out of the oven.

Yue Niangniang and others carefully surrounded the corpses and examined their injuries carefully.

There were only a dozen or so bodies, but the injuries on their bodies were varied and there were at least hundreds of fatal wounds on them.

Just like the corpse closest to Chu Tian, ​​his entire head and neck were petrified into gray-white stone, his right chest was turned into cold green glass, and his left chest was full of bones, with all the flesh and blood gone.

The corpse's abdominal armor was shattered by a terrifying force. There were three transparent wounds on his abdomen, one of which was still emitting a terrifying high temperature. Chu Tian took out a bull horn knife and put it on the wound. With a "swish", the bull horn knife forged with fine steel instantly vaporized.

The other transparent wound was extremely cold. Chu Tian took out a piece of dried meat and threw it on the wound. With a few "crackling" sounds, the piece of dried meat was immediately frozen into countless tiny ice chips, which fell to the ground.

The third wound was completely black, with wisps of ominous black air entwined around the wound.

Chu Tian couldn't figure out whether the black gas on the wound was poison, a curse, or some evil yin energy or ghost energy. He didn't dare to get close to the wound, and he didn't even dare to throw things at it to try.

The body's lower body was covered with scars. One of its thighs looked like it had been bitten severely by some wild beast. Large chunks of muscle were missing, and even half of the thigh bone was bitten off.

What surprised Chu Tian was that in the hand of this corpse, there was a giant sword that was about one hundred or eighty feet long. The shape was about 30% similar to the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that Hu Dali usually used.

However, the size of this sword was too big. Chu Tian jumped to the sword and found that the handle of the sword was so thick that it took dozens of people to hold it together. It was impossible for an ordinary person to wield it.

Chu Tian touched the hilt of the knife hard and let out a long sigh.

Hu Dali also jumped to his side. He touched the big knife vigorously and sighed deeply: "What a big knife, but it's too big. If I could take it away, I would make it drink human blood and cut off millions of heads!"

It would have been better if Hu Dali didn't say anything. As soon as he opened his mouth, a cold light flashed on the handle of the already dimmed sword, and with a "puff" sound, a deep wound was cut on Hu Dali's palm, almost chopping off Hu Dali's claw.

A terrifying suction force surged out from the hilt of the knife, and Hu Dali's bleeding palm pressed down on the hilt with a "snap".

Hu Dali felt that all the blood in his body was gushing out of the wound like a fountain. He screamed in pain, but he could not get rid of this terrible suction.

Everyone looked towards Hu Dali and saw that, starting from Hu Dali's palm that was touching the handle of the sword, countless thin blood threads quickly extended along the handle to the entire sword.

In just a few breaths, almost all the blood in Hu Dali's body was drained. His face was pale and he howled miserably, but his howls had become weak.

Chu Tian hurriedly approached Hu Dali, took out a jade bottle filled with nectar, and without saying a word, stuffed half of the bottle into his mouth and poured it out. A bottle of nectar was injected into his body, and the two pairs of white wings behind Hu Dali opened with a "whoosh". The powerful vitality of Lingxiao White Tiger was activated, and the nectar was continuously absorbed into his bone marrow, and then transformed into fresh plasma, which was continuously produced.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

After drinking eighteen bottles of the nectar, the blood from Hu Dali's hands finally covered the entire sword.

With a loud clanging sound, this huge, pitch-black sword with several strange black dragon patterns carved on the surface was covered with a layer of black light waves, which were shimmering and shaking rapidly, and countless tiny scales on the surface of the sword were rolling rapidly.

Every time the pitch-black scales rolled up, the size of the sword would shrink a little bit. Every time it rolled up again, it would shrink another little bit.

After just a cup of tea, the big knife had turned into a sword that was 18 feet long, with a faint cold glow all over the body and a bloody and sharp blade that could not be looked directly at.

A brutal knife sound came from inside the big knife, and the big knife turned into a black light and slashed heavily into Hu Dali's chest.

Hu Dali's clothes were torn to pieces. He stood there naked, looking at everyone in a daze.

Lingxiao White Tiger has skin as white as jade, and its hair is as white as silver snow. However, on Hu Dali's white skin, nine pitch-black and extremely ferocious dragons are swimming rapidly with their fangs and claws bared. Every time they swim around, a trace of extremely ferocious and vicious aura enters Hu Dali's body.

"This guy is from the Ancient Heavenly Palace..." There was a flash of cold black light in Hu Dali's eyes, and he subconsciously said a few words.

It was obvious that this big knife was conveying some secret information to Hu Dali.

The old fox who followed Chu Tian in suddenly froze in expression. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Shut up, and never say those four words again. You, all of you, forget what he just said!"

Hu Dali blinked his eyes and looked at the old fox innocently.

The old fox looked at Hu Dali with a strange expression, and suddenly he smiled and said, "Your true form is Lingxiao White Tiger? You and Mingwang Worshiper seem to get along quite well? That's great, from now on, you will also be a worshiper of my Moon Fox Clan, and you can enjoy the money and beauties of the clan without any worries!"

The old fox smiled brightly, but in his bright smile, even Chu Yaya could see the fear that he wanted to hide but couldn't.

Seeing that Hu Dali had won such a big prize, behind Empress Yue, a young master of the Yue clan, who had the same status as Yue Yinluo, secretly cut a cut on the palm of his hand and slapped a huge sword beside him.

With a howl of agony, the body of the young master of the Yue clan turned to ashes in an instant, and all his blood and essence was sucked away by the long sword in the blink of an eye.

With a humming sound, an arc-shaped sword light suddenly burst out from the hilt of the long sword.