The palace complex is resplendent with gold, the floor tiles are paved with gold, the tiles are made of white jade, and the aura is transformed into a rainbow to connect the dome, which should be born.

"Your ancestors are really rich, I dig a palace from here and go back is enough for me to eat for a lifetime. Qin Yang's heart was itching, he stepped on the gold bricks paved with gold, and he couldn't wait to pry all the gold bricks away.

"Do you dare to move a piece to try?" Zi Lingmei was stunned, the underground palace was equivalent to the tomb of the Ziyang Monarch, Qin Yang dug her ancestral grave every grass and tree, how could Zi Ling accept it.

Besides, even if Qin Yang really digs it, Ming will not agree, these gold bricks are dirt in his eyes, and he will go crazy if he throws them into the reincarnation diagram.

The underground palace is extremely luxurious, five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, rockeries are lined up, and the mercury lake has experienced a hundred years and has slight ripples. However, when Qin Yang and the others saw the big hall in the center, they understood how to call a small witch a big witch.

"Lingyu Hall! No wonder, I said how could I not find a spiritual vein here, it turned out that it was not underground, but it was made into a large hall!"

Qin Yang and Zi Ling both took a deep breath, and the rich spiritual energy entering their bodies made them feel refreshed, and they used the spirit stones of a whole spiritual vein to make a large hall, such a luxurious thing that only a king-level person could do.

"If I can cultivate in the Spirit Jade Palace, my cultivation speed can be increased by at least three times, and it is not impossible to break through to the Heavenly Rank Realm with this Great Hall......

Zi Ling's eyes lit up, what does the Heavenly Rank realm represent, that is the realm of Luo Tianzong's true disciples!

"You must get it, this Spirit Jade Hall can make the Time Formation work once, giving you an extra three years!" said the Stygian Spirit.

"Three years!"

Qin Yang couldn't say anything, the previous master was considered to be a veinless body, which caused this body to cultivate very late. Although he is also very talented, he is too far from those who are truly talented, and sometimes talent does not make up for the gap in time.

But with three more years, he would change all that!

"Let's hurry up and get in, the spirit jade is just the tip of the iceberg of the treasure, and the things in the main hall are the real treasures. Zi Ling suddenly remembered that Fang Zhen was still inside, and couldn't help but become anxious.

In the Lingyu Hall, there are three stone steps, and above the stone steps is a dragon chair, on which a middle-aged man sits with a lifelike face. If it weren't for the cyan broken sword in his chest, absolutely no one would have thought that he was dead.

"Great master, your light is like the sun, shining on the earth. I am your most faithful servant, please give me treasure. ”

Fang Zhen knelt at the foot of the stone steps and bowed reverently, when Fang Zhen came in, he saw that the Ziyang Monarch was almost scared to death, he knelt down on the spot and kept kowtowing, kowtowing until his head was about to crack before he dared to raise his head, and found that the Ziyang Monarch had a sword in his chest.

It was that cyan broken sword that ended the life of a generation of kings, and when he cultivated to the point of being a titled king, his physical body could almost be said to be harder than gold and iron, even if his physical body destroyed his soul, it was still there.

However, that strange broken sword not only destroyed the meridians of the Ziyang Monarch's body, but even the soul seemed to be worn out, and the strange thing was that the Ziyang Monarch did not pull out the broken sword, nor did a drop of blood flow out, thus ending his legendary life.

"Great master, my family is loyal to your tomb, and you have no queen, your treasure will be inherited by me, please give ......"

Fang Zhen was afraid that the Purple Sun Monarch's soul had not disappeared, and even a wisp of remnant soul could kill him, so he spent a lot of time pretending.

There was nothing else in the Spirit Jade Hall, Fang Zhen thought for a long time, maybe the key was in the flesh of the Ziyang Monarch. After kowtowing for the last time, Fang Zhen was finally about to reveal his wolf ambitions.

Fang Zhen approached the Ziyang Monarch step by step, and looked squarely at the majestic man sitting on the dragon chair, it was this man who made the ancestors of the Fang family kneel for countless years, and there were slave marks carved by him for generations.

"Great King, your legend is over, no one can be immortal, and from now on, I don't want to be a slave again. ”

Fang Zhen was about to reach out and pull out the broken sword on the Ziyang Monarch's chest, and at this time, Qin Yang and the others rushed over.

"Bold Fangzhen, do you dare to blaspheme your ancestors, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Zi Ling shouted, seeing the middle-aged man, she knew that it was her ancestor, and Fang Zhen, as a slave, dared to step on the stone steps to blaspheme the Ziyang Monarch, Zi Ling was furious.

"Is this a generation of kings?" Qin Yang was in a calm mood when he saw the true face of the Ziyang Monarch.

"The broken sword ......" Hades noticed the broken sword, as if remembering something.

"You guys aren't dead, how is it possible?" Fang Zhen was taken aback, if he told him that Qin Yang had defeated ten bronze men, he would definitely not believe it, Fang Zhen thought that Qin Yang had escaped by other means.

"Give me down, the body of the ancestor is also something that a slave of yours can desecrate!"

Zi Ling knew that Fang Zhen wanted to pull out the broken sword, and the consequence of doing so was that the Ziyang Monarch's physical body might be destroyed, which was unacceptable to Zi Ling, she could not protect the ancestor's physical body, and would be a sinner of the Ziyang family.

"Haha!Slave?Who do you think you are?The last bloodline of the Ziyang family?Even if you are a descendant of the Ziyang Monarch, what if you are qualified to make me a slave?"

Fang Zhen laughed, Zi Ling and Qin Yang's combined strength was not his opponent.

"You are presumptuous!" Zi Ling didn't dare to stimulate Fang Zhen anymore, for fear that he would suddenly move that sword.

"I remember, that broken sword is the sword of the king, which is dedicated to killing king-level figures, and every time the sword of the king appears, there will definitely be a generation of kings who fall. This curse has been around for hundreds of years, and every titled king's nightmare is the sword that slays the king!"

"What, a king-level person?"

Qin Yang was so shocked that he didn't know what to say, every king is a legend, but someone kills the king, what a rebellion!

"That's right, no one has ever seen the true face of the owner of the King Slashing Sword, maybe the King Slaying Sword is not the same person every time he performs a mission, but as long as the King Slaying Sword appears, there will be a king falling. The King Slaying Sword appeared a total of nine times, and none of them failed!"

Remembering the origin of the sword that slayed the king, he didn't expect that the Purple Sun Monarch would not be able to escape the curse. However, the Purple Sun Monarch also made the mysterious organization pay the price, and the King Slaying Sword, which was regarded as the king's nightmare, was broken and brought into the underground palace by the Purple Sun Monarch.

"Shut up, you're not qualified to drive me, I'll show you a presumptuous one today!"

Fang Zhen was enraged by the purple spirit, and simply broke the jar, and he directly pulled out the sword of the slashing king from the body of the Purple Sun Monarch.

"No!" Zi Ling didn't have time to stop it, so he could only watch Fang Zhen blaspheme the Ziyang Monarch.

As soon as the sword was drawn, there was no light, and no blood flowed out of the Purple Sun Monarch's body. What made Zi Ling crazy finally happened, and the face of the Ziyang Monarch quickly aged, from a middle-aged man to a twilight old man.

Then, the body of the Purple Sun Monarch cracked, shattered like a mirror, and finally turned into dust, and a generation of monarchs completely disappeared.

"Hahahaha, no one can not die, Ziyang Monarch, our town is no longer your slave!" Fang Zhen smirked.

Suddenly, Fang Zhen's laughter stopped abruptly, and a scorching sun-like flame bloomed in the dome of the Spirit Jade Hall, and the domineering king's aura emanated, and the light shone all over the hall.

"Ancestor!" Purple Spirit was excited, that powerful aura was the Purple Yang Martial Vein!