Chapter 293: Spear tip, withered bones, and the red-clothed woman

In front of the "Divine Palace" gate, the Yuan Dan experts of various sects could not let go for a long time.

This was like a guy that everyone didn't value much and had sentenced to death, suddenly obtaining something everyone dreamed of.

This was not just envy, jealousy, and hatred, but also a kind of indescribable loss and disgust.

Especially Zhou Zhan Yi, Si Tu Nan Fei, and the group. They arrived in front of the "Divine Palace" for the first time. The seven of them joined forces and used all means to try to open the "Divine Palace," not only failing to open it but also getting injured. As a result, this Heng Xian went in alone, which made them not only angry but also suspicious of whether Heng Xian had picked their "fruit"!!

Jiang Wuya's big knife stabbed heavily into the hard white jade stone floor, chiseling out a shallow mark: "This bastard is very good at picking peaches. Last time in Ku Cheng, a spiritual mushroom I worked hard to find was snatched away by him halfway.

This Divine Palace restriction must have been opened halfway by our seven people, and he happened to open it!"

Si Tu Nan Fei took a deep breath, his expression gloomy.

Ling Lingxiao frowned at the Divine Palace gate and the two withered bones that were still emitting pressure, and suddenly felt, was she also used by Heng Xian? Did she and the seven people in front blast open half of the gate restriction, and Heng Xian used the "silver-clothed token" to open the gate?

If so, this person should be killed!

"The Ku Cheng lotus flower restrictive passage might not have only forty breaths left. More than four hundred of us entered, and the forty breaths of time were used up. How did Heng Xian get in?" Wan Baolu narrowed his small eyes and said in a muffled voice.

Shen Kai tidied up his snow-white robe: "Nothing else, we were all deceived by this kid!"

The surroundings were quiet.

Everyone's face didn't look very good.

Lin Shuyu, Ji Yaoyue, and others on the side intended to help say a few words, but facing the angry crowd at this time, they really didn't know how to speak!

He Bizi in the crowd said lightly: "If you ask me, he will come out sooner or later. Even if he gets the opportunity, he can't digest it immediately..."

The words below were not said, but the meaning was self-evident.

Intercept and kill Heng Xian! Snatch his opportunity!

Everyone looked at each other meaningfully, then didn't hesitate anymore, each left, and went to find nearby opportunities first.

Soon only Lin Shuyu and Ji Yaoyue were left on the spot.

Ji Yaoyue looked at the Divine Palace gate and then at Lin Shuyu, her expression a bit strange: "Why don't you leave?"

Lin Shuyu frowned slightly and said: "The plans of the fellow sect members are very obvious. It was inconvenient to interrupt just now. I owe Junior Brother Heng two lives, and I don't know how to repay them!"

Ji Yaoyue was curious: "Which two lives?"

Lin Shuyu was silent. She was not a person who liked to express emotions, but she remembered some things very clearly. Once in the capital of Sang Guo, once in the blood river, if it weren't for Junior Brother Heng, she might have already died!

"Which two lives?" Ji Yaoyue asked again.

Lin Shuyu seemed to feel it was unnecessary to explain to her, turned and left.

"Rude!"

Ji Yaoyue waved her sleeve, continued to look at the Divine Palace gate, thought for a while, and also turned and left.

"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter..."

In the Divine Palace main hall, Heng Xian walked forward step by step. Although the footsteps were very slight, they still echoed clearly in the empty main hall.

The main hall was dozens of feet high, the ceiling was a colorful fairy night banquet painting; the surrounding hall walls were fairy reliefs with light gold, mysterious and atmospheric; more than a dozen cloud pillars extended from the hall door to the depths of the main hall.

The surroundings were misty and curtains were fluttering, the light dim.

Walking alone in it, one couldn't help but feel a bit of palpitation and melancholy.

Just walking to the middle of the main hall, the front was blocked by a behemoth.

The "behemoth" seemed to be a lump of gold and iron, too big to see the full picture.

Heng Xian had to step back a few steps, and looking again, found it was a huge spear tip quenched by cold gold. Getting slightly closer, he felt cold all over, his head dizzy.

He couldn't help but think of the spear handle on the Divine Palace main hall. This should be the spear tip.

Subconsciously looking at the spear tip, he saw the spear tip deeply poked into the white jade gold stone floor, a withered bone wearing a gilded dragon robe, half of the body nailed by the spear tip, and the other half exposed outside.

Judging from the ferocious posture of the withered bone, it must have been extremely miserable and painful before death.

There were a few words beside the withered bone.

Heng Xian endured the terrifying cold and pressure of the spear tip, quietly approached, and saw the words were: "The blue sky is dead..."

The font was sloppy, obviously written in a hurry.

Heng Xian couldn't help but think of the words of a rebel leader in his previous life "The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand..."

Of course, this withered bone in front of him couldn't be writing this line because he wanted to rebel. These four words were more like some kind of... sigh before death?

The blue sky is already dead? And then?

Heng Xian looked carefully for a long time, feeling that there was really no value, so he had to step back a few steps, bypass the spear tip, and continue to walk inside.

Not walking far, through layers of mist, the front suddenly reached the end.

He saw a dragon chair at the very end!

That's right, it was similar to the chair an emperor sat on in his impression, even more imposing.

But, it was gone!

Just a dragon chair, there was nothing else in the entire Divine Palace main hall.

"Uh..."

Heng Xian froze on the spot.

Are you kidding me? The final, biggest opportunity is a one-day tour of the Divine Palace main hall?

This was too far from the pile of divine weapons or various inheritances in his imagination.

He hurriedly walked a few steps, arrived under the dragon chair steps, looked up, down, left, and right, and walked around the surroundings, confirming and affirming that there was nothing.

Immediately opened the "Xuanhuang Heavenly Hexagram": "Where is the opportunity?"

The hexagram showed: 【There is, or there is not!】

Heng Xian was stunned again. This was the first time the Heavenly Hexagram gave such an ambiguous answer.

There is or there is not?

What kind of ghost talk is this?

Silent for a full stick of incense, he couldn't help but turn back and walk to the spear tip, looking down at the withered bone, and said: "Are you okay?"

The withered bone was silent, and didn't even have as much deterrence as the two at the gate.

"Have you played 18p?" Heng Xian simply squatted down and asked boredly.

The withered bone was still silent.

Heng Xian rubbed his eyebrows, feeling the loss and depression of winning the first prize in a lottery in his previous life, having prepared how to spend it, only to be told the lottery ticket was void when he went to redeem it.

Just as he was about to stand up, he coldly discovered that the withered bone's fingers were curled, the index finger pointing in one direction, as if pointing the way.

He subconsciously looked in the direction the finger was pointing, and at this look, he was terrified.

He saw a red figure sitting cross-legged under the dragon chair steps, with his back to this side, a head of black long hair spread to the ground.

Heng Xian swore that when he came over from there just now, there was absolutely no such person.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

He didn't even know what kind of existence this red-clothed woman was.

"You're here?"

The red-clothed woman sat still, suddenly spoke, her voice ethereal, as if coming from another world, but the tone was like talking to an old acquaintance.

Heng Xian was silent for a while, and replied: "I'm here!"

"Two thousand years, you finally willing to come back!" The red-clothed woman sighed lightly.

Two thousand years?

Mistaken identity?

Heng Xian hesitated for a while: "I am twenty years old this year, to be precise, twenty years and three months, far from two thousand years!"

The red-clothed woman's tone was a bit stiff: "You reincarnated?"

Two more chapters, rushing!

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