Han Yu's face flew into the crowd as usual, and his eyes looked around, but he didn't find any acquaintances.

Only then did he learn from others, raising his head and looking at the Cloud Palace.

Watching the Tower of Babel made of unknown materials go straight into the sky, feeling the strong coercion, Han Yu gasped, and stared at it for a while to make his heart tremble a little, but a cool feeling poured into his body from the center of his eyebrows, and the coercion disappeared without a trace.

A moment later, an old man with a pale face and a girl in purple flew rapidly from a distance, floating motionless in the sky.

The two of them did not stay in the sky, and runes appeared above their heads and entered the giant tower.

Han Yu didn't act rashly, but still hid patiently, wanting to continue to observe.

In the next three or four days, Han Yu hid to the side again, and saw two more monks flying into the giant tower.

All Han Yu has heard in the crowd in the past few days is the curiosity of this tower, and the people present are not clear about the origin of this tower. After all, the Tower of Babel is a secret of ancient times, and not many monks know about it.

Han Yu was also a little itchy in his heart when he saw so many people entering, and took advantage of the remnant sun hanging in the sky and flew towards the palace.

When he flew closer, he found that the tower was engraved with some complex runes, and it was still bubbling with a trace of black gas, so he flew over without hesitation.

At this moment, the glazed Heavenly Fire Mirror hidden in his dantian suddenly trembled, and he quickly checked it and found nothing unusual.

This made him mutter.

However, he didn't stay any longer, and rushed directly into the range of this tower, and disappeared with a flash of black light.

Dizzy for a while, Han Yu looked over.

There was no teleportation array under his feet, but in front of him was a narrow passage made of black jade, emitting a faint ghostly light.

This passage is in a gloom, there is nothing to see around, the passage is unusually wide, there are nearly 100 zhang by sight, but the height is only one zhang high, it looks very weird.

Han Yu subconsciously took a step forward, only to find that he was already in this passage, and Han Yu's face became extremely shocked.

Han Yu almost subconsciously released his divine thoughts, but found that the scattered divine thoughts were like mud cows entering the sea, and they disappeared silently. He couldn't detect his surroundings, and he could only see a foot in front of him with his spiritual power shrubs.

Han Yu didn't give up and took out a moonlight bead from the storage bag, but the moment he took it out, the fluorescence on the moonlight bead dimmed and turned into a dead object.

He was now in the middle of the passage, but still walked towards the edge.

I don't know how long I walked, Han Yu finally saw the wall, and the black jade exuded a faint black qi, which could limit the divine thoughts of modification. I don't know what kind of material this kind of thing is, but it is extinct in the current immortal cultivation world.

Han Yu thought about it and stretched out his palm, touched it on the black jade, and suddenly a piercing coolness spread throughout his body.

Han Yu understands that this is also a kind of prohibition, but it is obviously impossible to eat through this prohibition with his ability as a three-legged cat.

He hurriedly withdrew his palm, looked up and down, left and right, and pondered for a moment.

He squatted down again and looked at it carefully, remembering the inscription faintly revealing in the black jade.

He felt that the prohibition in this could definitely restrict the monks in the later stage of Yudan, but it was unknown whether they could hide it from Yuanying. However, you can't condense spiritual power in the passage, and you don't have to worry about someone sneaking up.

Thinking of this, Han Yu walked forward along the wall.

The passage was really long, and he didn't see the end of it for two whole hours, but he still patiently continued to move forward.

After walking for another two hours, Han Yu finally saw the end of the passage.

Only then did he realize that the width of the passage was just over a foot wide, and it was an extremely strange passage.

But there was nothing left, and a passage that emitted a raging flame appeared in front of me.

Han Yu's spirit was shocked, and he walked in without hurry.

After passing through the flame passage, the scene in front of him made Han Yu's heart startled, and his eyes shrank slightly.

Behind the walls of flames was a vast, black and bright palace.

But there was a clicking sound on his body, and his face was distorted, and it turned into his original appearance.

Han Yu paused, but still looked at the palace.

The area of this palace is only more than 100 zhang, majestic and tall, and the overhead is as deep as the night sky, and it will not feel crowded for hundreds of years.

Even stranger is the fact that there are hundreds of stones floating in the palace.

I don't know what kind of prohibition is used to make these stones float in the air, but they are carved with some rare birds and beasts, some raise their heads to make a roar, and some are pretending to sleep, all of them are lifelike, full of spiritual power, and many of them are ancient aliens.

And on these stones, standing or sitting, there were already a dozen monks.

These monks all had one stone to themselves, and there was no situation where two people were huddled together, and none of them spoke loudly, but they were talking in low voices.

Seeing someone enter the main hall, only a small number of monks turned their gazes, and many of them withdrew their gazes after one glance at him, but there were still two eyes fixed on him.

Han Yu unceremoniously met his gaze, he knew both of them.

One of the Chu elders who was meeting in Qingshan Island, Han Yula slaughtered his granddaughter with his hands, hiding in the Wang family without being discovered, but looking at his appearance, he should know his identity.

The other place was a teenager with red eyes, which he had encountered in the sea of fog.

He was sitting on a stone sculpture of a demon monkey, looking at him with murderous intent on his face, without hiding it at all.

Han Yu's heart sank slightly, last time he relied on some conspiracy to escape, but now it will be difficult to get out.

There was also an old man in yellow beside the young man, who couldn't help but whisper a few words when he saw the hateful eyes on the young man's face.

As a result, the killing intent in the young man's eyes actually retracted, and he whispered a few words lightly to the old man in yellow on the side, as if he was talking about his holiday.

Han Yu didn't worry about having too much debt, so he didn't care about it, and actually smiled at the other old man.

He was jealous of this blood-robed young man, but he was not afraid of this old man surnamed Chu.

If he really fights, he can't guarantee whether he can win steadily, but it is not too difficult to escape.

A small foundation builder dares to follow and calculate him, and if he kills him, he will be slaughtered, is it possible that he is afraid because another monk who does not know him?

Han Yu was even more worried in his heart that it was a teenager, with the strange methods of the past, this guy must be an old monster in the Yuan Infant Stage, and he was definitely not comparable to the Jiedan Monk.

He couldn't think of any way to deal with the enemy for a while, so he had to put the matter aside for a while and wait until later to make a decision.

Han Yu hesitated for a moment, then came to a stone that was in the back, and also learned from others to jump on it and sit down cross-legged.

Only then did Han Yu quietly observe the people in this hall.