Especially the main hall in the hall is formed under the skylight, a natural bright hall is formed, which is different from the slight darkness of the surrounding hall area.

Zhu Lingwu stood in front of the gate of the palace, and his soul seemed to sense something. Then he looked up at the plaque on the entrance of the hall, which naturally had the words "Netheric Palace" written on it.

"Well, this plaque seems to be included in the target of doubt, Xiao Daji, what do you think?"

Zhu Lingwu's soul dream then swept the plaque and felt that there was a feeling of spiritual power formation inside. At the same time, the entire plaque was filled with strong ghost energy.

Its location is special, and coupled with Zhu Lingwu's soul thoughts, this plaque may be the hiding place of the natal soul of the Netherworld Spirit.

When the little white fox heard this, he naturally looked up and his eyes flashed, but still shook his head, "I don't know, why don't I let my butt go and see!"

"Well, don't want it for the time being, this is too deliberate! Just treat it as a doubtful target!"

Zhu Lingwu shook his head, then looked into the huge hall. The hall was also empty and nothing was there, there was nothing around, just towering columns supporting the roof.

This feeling is completely different from the modern buildings in the world where Zhu Lingwu was originally located. Stone pillars that were about to be surrounded by two people soared into the sky, but the light shone through the roof skylight, forming virtual and real light on the ground.

I don’t know how such a huge temple was used in ancient times. It was like an ancient temple.

You can imagine such a scene. On the magnificent throne at the bottom of the main hall, there is an emperor called the God of Humanity. He is surrounded by female officials and eunuchs serving him, holding canopies, ceremonial guards and so on.

In the bright main hall before the throne, the civil and military ministers sat on both sides on the seats.

In the palace of the royal palaces in the past few days, these civil and military ministers could sit, so they bowed and sat upright behind the scenes of Zhuhong, listening to the officials talking about politics in the hall.

Behind these ministers, the wing hall that spread was also filled with cases of different colors, and different colors represented different official positions.

Officials of all departments and departments, all sit in several cases according to their official positions, either record the matters discussed in the court in the hall, or prepare the deliberation documents they brought, and give them to the ministers and chief officials of their departments by serving the royal eunuchs in the hall, and then take them out to the court to make decisions through these ministers.

Of course, all of this is now imagined by Zhu Lingwu. Now in front of Zhu Lingwu, the entire palace is completely empty and there are not many seats for the case.

The only thing that still exists is the large throne on the high platform of the main hall.

Under the special setting of this Netherworld Temple, the skylight above the throne is also the largest. Now that the light shines on that day, it will inevitably make the throne shine with golden light.

This golden light is simply unsightly!

This throne is indeed pure gold, it is really a golden throne!

This throne was also created with extraordinary momentum. General Zhennan of the previous dynasty was originally a military general, so the throne he created for himself would naturally not be like the style of Emperor Wen.

The throne is like a nine-headed dragon, a divine beast cross-legged. On each armrest, there is a dragon head on each side. The back of the chair is also composed of seven dragon heads, which are respectively convex eyes and open mouths and flowing dragon beards. Before facing the throne, it is like glaring at the servants of all parties under the throne.

There are fine frosted gold scales on the surface of the entire throne. At first glance, this throne is like a living divine beast, and ordinary people will never dare to sit on it easily.

Zhu Lingwu's soul thoughts also swept the throne on the throne, and thought to himself that this throne is also questionable. Perhaps it is the existence of the soul of the Netherworld Spirit, and the possibility is more than 80%.

The spiritual power and ghost energy contained in this throne are definitely thousands of times more intense than the plaque of the palace. Zhu Lingwu's soul thoughts cannot even penetrate into the throne, which will really make people feel like a living creature.

In fact, for monks outside the world, this kind of power and identity does not have much significance. It is a shackle for qi cultivation and immortal cultivation, which will affect the cultivator's cultivation state.

Although financial power can help monks obtain more resources, all kinds of cumbersome chores can also disrupt monks' peaceful Neihu.

The so-called royal aura and imperial aura are indeed a special spiritual aura, just like the power of faith in the divine way. However, this external spiritual aura is like a floating boat on the water, which may be overturned at any time due to the end of the water, and will make the monk unable to truly control his own cultivation realm. It is better for the monk to cultivate spiritual power step by step by step by step by step.

Therefore, the royal family, royal family, and the gentry in the secular world are just ordinary people and ants bound by the world in the eyes of monks.

Zhu Lingwu has naturally broken out of the world now. Although he is a little curious about the golden throne, he doesn't have the thought of going up and sitting and feeling it.

He just took the little white fox directly into the Netherworld Palace and came to the Golden Throne. He released his soul thoughts and scanned it repeatedly, as if he was curious about this Golden Throne.

"You kid, you don't go to the backyard to look for land for cultivation, what's going on here!"

Just as Zhu Lingwu used his soul thoughts to repeatedly investigate the throne, a ghost energy suddenly surged out of the dragon head in the middle of the back of the throne, turning into the ghost head of the Netherworld Spirit, and said to Zhu Lingwu.

It's like a child who went to a strange place, touching the east and west curiously, but touching the parents' butt and being caught in the hands of the parents.

Since the Netherworld Spirit regarded Zhu Lingwu as a junior disciple of Xuanming Sect, Zhu Lingwu was naturally like a little baby, and he never expected Zhu Lingwu's intention to him in his heart.

"Ah, that, that, senior, I'm just curious. My master once told me about this place, but I didn't expect that this place is really like a city! Senior, do you live in this seat?"

Zhu Lingwu made a look of surprise. Now he didn't need to detect it anymore. This guy exposed his own nest. Now Zhu Lingwu is 90% sure that this throne is where its natal soul thought hides.

"Well, right. This throne is the core restriction hub of this tomb, and it is also my body. Okay, I also have to control the ancient tomb to avoid outsiders' spying. You can go to the backyard to rest first!"

The Netherworld Spirit was indeed not prepared for it. After all, how could it be for it to think that the disciples of Xuanming Sect could make the idea? We were originally in the same group, and there was no need to make the idea at all.

Seeing that it really admitted, Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but smile proudly, but soon became depressed. How could he handle it?
Chapter completed!