Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to take a step back and looked behind the palace lord, only to see the slender and dense red thread extending from the skirt.

Sure enough, this gorgeous and exquisite ancient long dress is a magical weapon, and its level is definitely not low. No wonder she has been wearing Zhang Yuanqing for a long time.

"Let's go!"

The palace master didn't pay attention to the small movements of the noodles, and went straight up the stone steps.

They didn't run deliberately, and climbed the mottled and cracked stone steps at a swift and constant speed.

Every few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing would look up at the dazzling fireball, with a doubt in his heart:

How can it burn for so long?

The fireball needs spiritual power to burn, and if it is separated from the yin-yang robe, who will provide it with spiritual power?

Although the palace lord is the ruler, the musician does not have fire control skills.

"At level 7, the core skill is resuscitation, which can make dead people, damaged props, and even dissipated skills come back again." Palace Master Zhisha saw his doubts and explained:

"This kind of low-level skill, I can keep him revived forever, and it will never go out until the spiritual power is exhausted."

Very powerful ability, the musician is indeed the strongest support, none of them Zhang Yuanqing asked:

"Are there any restrictions?"

"Targets beyond the level cannot be revived. The revival is temporary, and a revival can only last for ten minutes." The palace master said the limitation of the skill calmly, and said with a smile:

"Look, how much this palace lord loves you, and has devoted his heart and soul to you."

A woman's mouth is a deceitful ghost! Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart.

The two stopped talking nonsense, passed through the Qin Dynasty buildings located on the mountainside, climbed for another half an hour, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

A bronze sacred tree like a giant pillar of the sky stands on the top of the mountain. Compared with it, the fireball with a diameter of ten meters is like a tiny firefly.

The light of the fire passed through the darkness of hundreds of meters, and when it shone on the bronze trunk, there was only a faint yellow afterglow.

The master of the Palace of Killing stared blankly at the sacred tree in front of him, and his eyes under the mask were shining with emotions such as excitement and joy.

Like a devout believer, he saw God on his pilgrimage.

She didn't hide these emotions, which Zhang Yuanqing saw.

She knows the meaning of the bronze sacred tree, she has a deep understanding of the bronze sacred tree, before I told her Gao Tianyuan

The owner of Zhisha Palace may not know Gao Tianyuan and the Bronze Sacred Tree, but she knows Wahuang very well. When I told her that there is a Bronze Sacred Tree left by Wahuang here, she guessed the symbolic meaning of the Bronze Sacred Tree.

Zhang Yuanqing made an interpretation in his heart.

"Give me the Double Dragon Jade." The palace lord stretched out her tender and exquisite little hand.

Zhang Yuanqing handed it out almost without hesitation.

She took the Shuanglongyu and flew up in the wind, her skirt fluttering like a beautiful red butterfly, flying towards the bronze sacred tree.

The Master of the Killing Palace stood still in front of the sacred tree, with a slight force on his fingertips, there was a slight "bang", the double dragon jade shattered, and the two lifelike five-clawed dragons turned into dust, only the ruby ??in the center remained.

She held the crystal-clear ruby ??and stretched out to the carved tree trunk. JrNovels.com