Chapter 337

Seeing this, Xia Jue's mind became tense, and even the xuanjing sword in his hand was a little tight.

It's not just him, it's everybody else.

The fear of the unknown is always the most disturbing.

"Bang."

With the last blow, the door was completely smashed open.

Door broken, a stream of dust floated out, everyone subconsciously back a few minutes.

When the dust dissipated, the light shone into the palace.

When you see the scene inside, everyone's face is solidified.

"It's... It's not possible!"

Many people look at the scene inside and feel a little incredible.

Because there are so many people sitting in it.

These people's eyes are closed, and they don't move, just like Zen masters.

"Please forgive me for disturbing you. We'll go back as soon as possible."

After a long time, Xia Jue came back to himself.

Although there are many questions in his heart at this time, he thinks it's better to make a speech to test.

Otherwise, it's hard to estimate how many people will die if they trample on them.

However, pan Xia did not even look down for a long time.

Such a strange situation makes people have to look at each other.

Seeing that Xia Jue couldn't sit still, he swept his eyes at the monk.

Of course, the monk knew what Xia Jue's eyes meant. He had no choice but to walk to the sitting people.

Soon, the monk came to the nearest person.

"Master, I am the Wudao of xuanri temple. Where is this place?"

The monk asked carefully.

"Master?"

Seeing that the man didn't respond, he could only shout again, but the man sitting still didn't move at all.

It's strange.

The monk slowly extended his hand to the sitting man.

"Whew."

As soon as the monk's hand touched the corner of the man's coat, the man turned into ashes and disappeared in the world, as if he had never been here before.

"This... This"

when people saw this scene, they were speechless.

"It seems that these people are already dead, but I don't know why their bodies are preserved here."

Xia Jue came to such a conclusion.

"Ten thousand years later, it's a miracle that these people can survive." The Lama sighed.

Now that we know that these people are not a threat, then people no longer have any hesitation. They all step into the hall with their legs raised.

Entering the hall, many curious people touched some corpses. As a result, these people who were touched also became ashes and dispersed between the heaven and the earth as before.

"Mr. Xia, come and see this man."

At this time, the monk seems to have found something.

Xia Jue immediately came to the monk.

In between, the monk pointed to the man with bleeding seven orifices and twisted face, as if he had suffered great pain before he died.

"There must have been some disaster before the life of this gutuo palace." Said Xia Jue.

"It should be that I don't know what happened ten thousand years ago, which will make the powerful gutuo people perish." The monk is very curious about this.

"Look, here's a sword!"

Suddenly someone seems to have found something.

Xia Jue immediately turned and walked over.

"Where is the sword?"

"Where is it? I don't know why as long as I get close to the sword heart God, I'm extremely restless. I almost passed out just now." The master said with lingering fear.

"What? I'll have a try!"

With these words, the Lama immediately went to a dead man who was meditating in the distance.

However, when Lama came about five meters away from the sitting person, an inexplicable pressure enveloped his whole body.

His face began to twist, followed by sweat stains on his forehead.

In the end.

The Lama still can't bear the pressure, so he retreated back.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo."

The Lama was sitting on the ground, gasping.

"Lama, what's the matter?"

When people saw that the Lama was so embarrassed, they couldn't help asking.

"I don't know. That sword doesn't feel like any other weapon!"

"What kind of sword is so powerful that it can't even get close to the peak strength in the middle of the earth level."

No one can understand it.

At this time, Xia Jue moved.I saw him walking slowly towards the side of the sword.

When the distance of the sword close to five meters, he really felt a strong pressure towards him.

However, the strength of the Lama is still a few levels away from that of him, and this kind of pressure will not make him as defeated as the Lama.

Five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters.

The closer he got to the sword, the more powerful he was. When he got close to two meters, Xia Jue's face twisted like the Lama before him, and his sweat kept falling from his forehead.

One meter.

Xia Jue gritted his teeth to the distance of one meter from the sword.

At this time, no matter how hard he tried, he could not step any more, as if his legs did not belong to him now.

There is no way.

Xia Jue could only stand in the same place and stretch his hand towards the sword.

Half meter, ten inch, five inch, three inch, his fingertips were about to touch the sword.

However, the price of this step is not small.

At this time, Xia Jue's whole body seemed to be flattened. His face was so distorted that he couldn't see his original face, and his eyes were about to bleed.

"Hum."

Finally.

Xia Jue's fingertips touched the sword, and a buzzing voice came out.

Then he felt that the pressure on him began to dissipate.

"Hoo."

A few minutes later, the prestige completely dispersed from him. At this time, he was sitting on the ground like the previous Lama, gasping for breath.

Seeing that Xia Jue looked like this, the Lama and the monk subconsciously looked at each other. They both saw their own thoughts at this moment.

"Mr. Xia, are you all right?"

Deep field felt the monk and Lama, some people seem to have some thoughts, quickly walked to Xiajue's side.

The deep sky's this voice let people's mind instantly cool down.

Even though Xia Jue is now in a weak period, with his Tianjie strength and Shentian, they have no chance to win even if they fight for their lives.

Thinking of the crowd coming towards Xia Jue, he pretended to care and asked, "Mr. Xia, are you ok?"

"Stop. Mr. Xia is fine. Just stay where you are." Deeda blocked the crowd.

"Yes, yes."

The crowd did not dare to make mistakes, so they had to stop.