The entire interior of the palace is simply a labyrinth.

When it was fully prohibited, it was originally a maze used to trap the enemy. Five hundred years ago, Huang Quan had just recovered from the Array Emperor Sutra, she didn't want to be disturbed by the various creatures born in this world because of her great array of spiritual powers, but she also didn't want to easily kill and destroy the vitality of this nascent world.

Therefore, the powerful creatures who have passed the first level of muddy water mist will be trapped in the internal labyrinth of these stone walls by the second level, and they will not be able to get out for several days, until they are exhausted, and they will find themselves at the original entrance again.

In this way, they will leave with great memories and will never come to harass her Qingxiu again.

But now, those prohibitions are gone, gone. This made Huang Lu frown. Of course, it is impossible for the formation set up by Huangquan to be so easily broken. Even if it is cracked, it is impossible not to have a trace of destruction. There is only one possibility, someone controls the head of this Dragon Throat Palace.

These Xuantie Guards have really been planning for a long time, and they are extremely well prepared. If you control the general hub, you can control the great array of this pass. The strange thing is that the other party did not launch a formation with all his strength to prevent them from entering, but instead completely turned off the prohibition and sang the empty city plan.

Perhaps the other party knew that she was the creator of this part of the formation, and no matter how she launched this formation, it would be impossible to stop her. So he might as well simply withdraw and set up another ambush.

Huang Lu walked in the forefront, leading them through various unreasonable paths. The corridor goes down first and then up, as if it is doing useless work. The cloister coils, continuously to the right, as if it is turning in circles. Even if the ban is not opened, the labyrinth in this Dragon's Throat Palace is extremely complicated.

Finally, walking through a simple living room, Huang Lu glanced at it indifferently.

It was an old, pure white wall. Nothing but a few scars left by the years. There was only one futon in front of the wall, and nothing else. Not even a bed.

This wall is what she was aware of back then. It is said that the realm of the heart array is a small success in a hundred years and a great success in a thousand years. Even her genius is no exception. Less than a thousand years, there has never been a great success.

At her level, any cheats, formations, and experiences of predecessors are meaningless.

She had nothing to refer to, not even anything to comprehend, except for "nothing". Only this represents a wall of nothing, so that she can still have a trace of doubt, but it is only a trace. She has been here for many years, but she still hasn't achieved anything.

"Is this where you hide your treasure?" Walking here, he understood that he had fallen for Huang Lu, a little woman, again. It turned out that the legendary Emperor of the Array was poorer than him.

Huang Quan likes to be quiet and tidy, whether it is in her tomb or in her living room. It's just that she's greedy for power. In the empty palace room, all the gorgeous external objects, she can arrange the illusion array at any time, and do whatever she wants, those things are just for others to see.

"Someone has been here. Huang Lu's face showed a hint of unhappiness, she smelled the smell of someone breaking in, and it wasn't long. But now these people are gone. She hated it when someone broke into her room, even if it was from Yellow Springs.

She didn't linger and led the group straight to the exit.

Exiting the labyrinth from Huangquan's living room is the shortest path. Beyond the exit, you can already see the top of the Demon Mountain. The terrifyingly large Third Continent hangs upside down above the dome outside the gate.

It's going to come out like this. Hook Pig was very disappointed, the entire Dragon Throat Palace turned out to be a genuine stone palace, with nothing. Not even the slightest bit of inspiration.

No, not really. Everyone was about to walk out of the exit, and the hook pig suddenly looked into a dark corner.

Something was glowing faintly white in that dark rumbling place.

This is also the only time in the entire hall that Hook Pig feels the presence of Lingbo, although it is very weak.

There was a green jade pendant lying quietly in the corner, a bit like the Bilian pendant that Lian Ping showed him back then, but the shape was slightly different. Emerald stone edges, delicately trimmed with gold.

"What is this?" asked Hook Pig.

Huang Lu turned her head to look, she searched in Huang Quan's memory, but found no trace of this thing. But Huang Quan is so well-informed, even if he doesn't know this thing, he can still recognize a general idea.

"I haven't seen it, this is not a remnant of Huangquan. From the spiritual machine, it seems to be a mortal teleportation magic weapon. It may be that those who have been here have been lost here. ”

Although there was no sign of anything unusual on the psychic machine, she had a strange sense of danger. Huang Lu then said, "Don't touch it. ”

Hmph, don't take it for nothing...... This thing has no killing power except for a gentle empty spirit machine, and it can be said that it can't be safer anymore. The only downside is that the grade is slightly lower. But it's nothing for hook pigs. Thieves are not empty-handed is one of his professional credos.

Hook Pig ignored Huang Lu. He touched it in his hand. There is no soul breath on this thing. He couldn't help but inject a ray of soul breath. At this moment, a wave of uneasy fluctuations came out sharply from this mysterious jade pendant. Huang Lu suddenly shouted: "You are really a dog who can't change eating, I told you not to move!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire jade pendant that fell on the hook pig's hand had already released all the aura and turned into powder by itself. And that teleportation wave had turned into a storm, and in the blink of an eye, it swept everyone into the storm.

The scenery changed in front of everyone's eyes.

Song Ruhai, Wood, Hook Pig, and the Nineteenth were all stunned in front of them.

The entire Dragon Throat Palace, and even the Human Demon Mountain, have disappeared. In front of them was an endless grassland. It seems to be a solemn autumn color, the sky is blue and gray, the grass and trees are yellow, and the cold wind is shining.

But what was really terrifying was that rumbling on all sides, almost deafening, were countless huge bulls, with an unknown number of huge hooves, running wildly on this grassland, surging like a tide.

This posture rushed over, which made people tremble. Anyone who encounters these beasts will have to be trampled into pulp.

Fortunately, when these bull-shaped beasts ran to their side, they all obediently circled around, forming a large circle with a radius of a hundred steps around them. If you look at it from the zenith, these herds are running in circles, like a whirlpool. And where they are, is the eye of the whirlpool.

They were surrounded.

"If you don't have this little thief who likes to take sheep by the hand, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to invite Miss Huang into the battle. "A tall and beautiful young man, dressed in a splendid costume and covered with a layer of magic armor like Ugin, stepped out of the herd of beasts safely.

He was handsome and haughty, his eyes were staring at Huang Lu, but there was an obscene smile on his face.

This woman was not the first time he had seen her. He had met it as early as when he led the corpse demon army all the way to attack Zhongzhou. At that time, I didn't know that it was the body that Huang Quan recreated for himself.

For this woman, he fell in love at first sight, and he was bound to win. It's just that he didn't expect the other party to use a teleportation magic weapon and slip out of his palm.

It seems that what is destined to be one's own will never go. Otherwise, she wouldn't have slipped away and reunited here again.

Speaking of appearance, he doesn't know how many beautiful women he has seen. This kind of thing has long lost its appeal to him. What made him intoxicated was the unruly arrogance on this woman's face. The more he conquers such a woman, the more he will have an inexplicable pleasure.

Huang Lu also recognized this person. That night, she blocked the corpse demon army with the Pure Yang Demon Retreat Array, and the domineering young man sitting on the horse chariot left a deep impact on her. Unfortunately, it was not a good impression, the young man's eyes were full of arrogance, stubbornness, and a strange feeling of self-esteem, and the gaze that looked at her made her feel disgusted. I didn't expect that it would be met here.

"Little brat, are you a demon?" Huang Luxiu frowned slightly, "No, you are not a demon." I see, are you the young master of Yelan?

Huang Lu's tone made the young man slightly angry, but he liked her even more in his heart.

"It's okay if you think so. My true identity cannot be revealed at this time. But what I can tell you is," the young man lifted his chin and a look of pride on his face, "my identity is not at all what you can imagine.

"What do you want? wealth, power, or immortality? As long as you obediently follow me, everything you want can be satisfied. I won't treat you like an ordinary subordinate, I can make you my concubine. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and the honor on his face seemed as if the title of concubine he had given him was already the greatest honor in heaven and earth.

"But if you don't comply, these ant-like kids around you, like slag, won't help you at all. When I clean them up, I will leave you as a slave to me forever. When the time comes, it's too late for you to beg me. ”

The most unbearable thing about wood is the word "soil", not to mention that this person is still talking about the word "soil slag", which is really unbearable and unbearable! But when he wanted to refute it, he was so excited that he couldn't speak. This stuffy jar was uncomfortable, he simply didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and as soon as the wooden flying bow in his hand was raised, he wanted to shoot an arrow. It doesn't matter what the fucking identity is, it's all a bird when it turns to ashes!

But the strange thing was that Mu only felt that his hands were light, as if the heavy bow in his hand had turned into an ungraspable nothingness at this moment.

He looked down and was dumbfounded, at this time he was indeed empty-handed, nothing!