Xiao Hei stared at him and said: "How many Yuanhui have passed in the ancient times? The collapse of the Witch Palace is a generally accepted legend, but the legend is not necessarily true. When the real Witch Palace stands in front of you

, do you still believe in legends? You don’t even understand the principle of seeing is believing and hearing is believing. How did you cultivate to the divine realm?"

"Speak with some respect," Yan Ting said.

Xiao Hei grinned and was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Everyone already believed it, because the aura emanating from the Nine Cauldrons and ancient buildings was indeed too ancient to be true, and it didn't look like it was something that was millions of years old.

This is so exciting!

If the news spreads, I am afraid that god-level beings will come to the ancient and abandoned city in person.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were fixed on one of the bronze tripods, and he found that its shape was somewhat similar to the Zhang family's ancestral artifact, the Jade Emperor Cauldron. However, it was only similar in outline, and other parts were completely different. Even the feet and ears of the tripod were similar.

There are differences in the quantities.

All the monks, including Chi Yao, Xuetu, and Yan Wushen, were observing Jiuding and were eager to get closer.

However, the mysterious death of the old man in the Supreme Realm made them very cautious and did not dare to move forward.

Zhang Ruochen's mentality was very calm. He didn't believe that the real Jiuding would be placed here so casually. He asked Xiao Hei, "When you came in just now, you saw a dragon-shaped monster and a phoenix."

Is it a strange beast?"

"I saw it, and I have already beaten him away!"

Xiao Hei waved his hand gently, as if it was no big deal.

Zhang Ruochen stared at it.

Xiao Hei was a little impatient and said: "What's that look in your eyes? Even if you don't believe in my strength, you should believe in the Ice Emperor's cultivation, right? How can I only have one Ice Soul Cold Pearl in my body? Besides, I

If I hadn't beaten them away, how could I have gotten in?"

It deliberately raised its voice so that both the monks and the blood slaughterers of the Yama tribe could hear it.

Xue Tu's face really changed, and he sighed in his heart: "The treatment of disciples and biological sons is indeed different. If I were the biological son of the God of Death, I would be able to obtain such powerful trump cards. I wish I was born under the God of Death.
Chapter completed!