Chapter: 7026
In front of the white jade stairs, there is still a hazy mist, and it is not clear what exists in the depths of the white jade stairs.
"Li Ying and Li Shuo are here to heal their wounds, and then we will go there!"
Zhuo Wen said something, and sat cross-legged not far away, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Liying and Lishuo smiled wryly, took out the healing pills from the storage artifacts, and sat upright to heal their injuries.
About half a day later, Liying and Lishuo recovered from their injuries, and the group of four started their journey again.
"It's so cold!"
When the group of people stepped on the white jade stairs, they immediately felt an extreme cold sweeping over them, making them tremble involuntarily.
"What material is this white jade staircase made of? Why is it so cold?" Duan Zhipeng asked in surprise.
"Go ahead! The cold air on the white jade steps is not good. If you stay on it for a long time, it will be harmful instead of beneficial!"
Zhuo Wen urged, and then stepped towards the front of the white jade stairs.
The slope of the white jade stairs is very gentle, not extending upward, but extending forward.
A group of four people quickly passed the white jade steps and headed for the depths.
The white jade staircase seems to have no end, the surrounding fog is hazy, and the vision is blurred.
After an unknown amount of time, they finally reached the end of the white jade staircase.
"That's... the palace?"
Li Ying exclaimed, which attracted the attention of others.
Zhuo Wen looked intently, and indeed at the end of the front, he saw palaces suspended among colorful clouds.
Inside the palace, the sun is shining, the lights are feasting, and graceful figures are looming in the palace, creating a scene of singing and dancing.
"It's strange, in this ruins, why does this kind of temple still exist?"
Duan Zhipeng frowned slightly, feeling incredible.
In his impression, the Land of Inheritance should be dead silent and gloomy, and such a scene of singing and dancing rising to the level is really contrary to common sense.
"Could it be an illusion?" Li Shuo frowned.
"No! This is not an illusion, this should be real, but it is not the present, but the scene of this place in the past!"
Zhuo Wen stepped out slowly and walked towards the group of palaces in front with a calm and indifferent expression.
His soul is much stronger than Duan Zhipeng and the others, and the level of formation has reached the level of the eternal fourth heaven, so he can tell at a glance that what is in front of him is not an illusion, but something that actually happened that year.
It's just that the terrain here is very special, like a projection, where what happened at a certain time of the year is replayed here.
Duan Zhipeng and others looked at each other, but they all chose Zhuo Wen and followed closely behind him.
Zhuo Wen walked through the palace, and saw the feast of the criss-crossed cups, the graceful dancing of the singer, and the chic conversation of the strong...
When he walked to the end of the temple, there was a huge divine seat floating there.
A middle-aged man with a stalwart figure sat upright on the divine throne, with his right elbow resting on the armrest and his palm resting on his cheek, but the depths of his eyes were full of sadness.
The middle-aged man's eyes were deep and penetrating, and he slowly scanned the scenes of singing and dancing in the surrounding palaces.
In the end, his eyes fell on the four of Zhuo Wen, and at this moment, sadness swept over, which moved the four of Zhuo Wen and were infected by it.
"You guys... are here!"
The faint voice of the middle-aged man came, and then the surrounding palaces collapsed one after another, turning into a sea of ??flames in an instant.
And the middle-aged man finally stepped down from the throne, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body, piercing the heavens and earth, shocking the world.
At this moment, the surrounding images completely disappeared...
When all the pictures disappeared, what appeared in front of the four people was a ruined wall.
From the surrounding ruins, we can vaguely see the general outline of the original Qionglou Yuyu.
"The middle-aged man on the throne in the picture should be the owner of this ruin! That should be his starry sky world!"
Duan Zhipeng's eyes flickered, and he spoke slowly, but he was quite horrified in his heart. JrNovels.com
"Li Ying and Li Shuo are here to heal their wounds, and then we will go there!"
Zhuo Wen said something, and sat cross-legged not far away, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Liying and Lishuo smiled wryly, took out the healing pills from the storage artifacts, and sat upright to heal their injuries.
About half a day later, Liying and Lishuo recovered from their injuries, and the group of four started their journey again.
"It's so cold!"
When the group of people stepped on the white jade stairs, they immediately felt an extreme cold sweeping over them, making them tremble involuntarily.
"What material is this white jade staircase made of? Why is it so cold?" Duan Zhipeng asked in surprise.
"Go ahead! The cold air on the white jade steps is not good. If you stay on it for a long time, it will be harmful instead of beneficial!"
Zhuo Wen urged, and then stepped towards the front of the white jade stairs.
The slope of the white jade stairs is very gentle, not extending upward, but extending forward.
A group of four people quickly passed the white jade steps and headed for the depths.
The white jade staircase seems to have no end, the surrounding fog is hazy, and the vision is blurred.
After an unknown amount of time, they finally reached the end of the white jade staircase.
"That's... the palace?"
Li Ying exclaimed, which attracted the attention of others.
Zhuo Wen looked intently, and indeed at the end of the front, he saw palaces suspended among colorful clouds.
Inside the palace, the sun is shining, the lights are feasting, and graceful figures are looming in the palace, creating a scene of singing and dancing.
"It's strange, in this ruins, why does this kind of temple still exist?"
Duan Zhipeng frowned slightly, feeling incredible.
In his impression, the Land of Inheritance should be dead silent and gloomy, and such a scene of singing and dancing rising to the level is really contrary to common sense.
"Could it be an illusion?" Li Shuo frowned.
"No! This is not an illusion, this should be real, but it is not the present, but the scene of this place in the past!"
Zhuo Wen stepped out slowly and walked towards the group of palaces in front with a calm and indifferent expression.
His soul is much stronger than Duan Zhipeng and the others, and the level of formation has reached the level of the eternal fourth heaven, so he can tell at a glance that what is in front of him is not an illusion, but something that actually happened that year.
It's just that the terrain here is very special, like a projection, where what happened at a certain time of the year is replayed here.
Duan Zhipeng and others looked at each other, but they all chose Zhuo Wen and followed closely behind him.
Zhuo Wen walked through the palace, and saw the feast of the criss-crossed cups, the graceful dancing of the singer, and the chic conversation of the strong...
When he walked to the end of the temple, there was a huge divine seat floating there.
A middle-aged man with a stalwart figure sat upright on the divine throne, with his right elbow resting on the armrest and his palm resting on his cheek, but the depths of his eyes were full of sadness.
The middle-aged man's eyes were deep and penetrating, and he slowly scanned the scenes of singing and dancing in the surrounding palaces.
In the end, his eyes fell on the four of Zhuo Wen, and at this moment, sadness swept over, which moved the four of Zhuo Wen and were infected by it.
"You guys... are here!"
The faint voice of the middle-aged man came, and then the surrounding palaces collapsed one after another, turning into a sea of ??flames in an instant.
And the middle-aged man finally stepped down from the throne, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body, piercing the heavens and earth, shocking the world.
At this moment, the surrounding images completely disappeared...
When all the pictures disappeared, what appeared in front of the four people was a ruined wall.
From the surrounding ruins, we can vaguely see the general outline of the original Qionglou Yuyu.
"The middle-aged man on the throne in the picture should be the owner of this ruin! That should be his starry sky world!"
Duan Zhipeng's eyes flickered, and he spoke slowly, but he was quite horrified in his heart. JrNovels.com
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