After coming out of Creation God Wheel World, there was no overwhelming momentum, and Jiang Ping'an could finally take a look at the environment in the hall.
The dome is unfathomably high, as if it reaches directly into the nine heavens. Countless stars are circulating on the dome, shedding cold and mysterious light. Those stars are not real stars, but the crystallization of Tao Yun condensed by ancient Great Power with supreme magic power. Each one contains some kind of incomplete law fragments.
The ground is paved with dark golden sacred stones, each of which is ten feet square, and the surface is engraved with dense ancient formation patterns. Some of those formations are like tadpoles swimming, and some are like dragons and snakes coiling around. Liu Guang is faintly swimming among them, exuding an ancient and dangerous atmosphere.
The air is filled with rich Primal Qi, which is more than ten times higher than the concentration in Taiyuan Mountain. After taking a breath, I feel the pores all over my body relax, feeling indescribably comfortable.
Jiang Ping'an unfolded Primal Chaos Dao Domain, and the nine-colored light shrouded him and Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er around him like mist.
The next moment, a feeling of dizziness suddenly came over me.
"No, it's Teleportation Restriction!" Lanling Wang exclaimed.
Jiang Ping'an reacted very quickly. He grabbed Lanling Wang with one hand and Feng Qing'er with the other. Primal Chaos Immortal Power locked the two of them tightly beside him.
With a flash of light, all the powerful people in the hall, including Jiang Ping'an, disappeared and were randomly teleported to different areas in the temple.
After a while, Jiang Ping'an, Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er landed in a strange corridor.
The corridor was about three thousand feet wide, with Night Pearl embedded in the stone walls on both sides. The soft light illuminated the corridor clearly. Jiang Ping'an let go of his hand and looked around, confirming that there were only three of them, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I caught it." Feng Qing'er patted her chest, still feeling frightened. If she was sent to an unknown area alone, with her strength, she would be in danger.
In the distance, there were faint sounds of fighting and screams. It was the strong men who had been teleported to other areas who had triggered the ban, or were fighting each other. The sounds were far and near, echoing in the empty temple, adding a bit of eternity.
"Ignore them, let's go." Jiang Ping'an took the lead and walked forward.
At the end of the corridor, there was an open space. However, what appeared in front of them was not a palace, but a huge maze.
The walls of the maze are made of light. The translucent golden light wall is about a hundred feet high and has an unknown thickness. The light wall is engraved with complicated runes. Those runes are constantly changing, sometimes gathering and sometimes spreading out, emitting a light that confuses the mind. Staring at it for a long time will make people dizzy and confused.
"Labyrinth Illusion Array." Lanling Wang frowned, "This formation is the most troublesome. If you make a wrong step, you may be trapped in it and never get out."
Feng Qing'er tried it and found that it was impossible to fly over the light wall, nor to destroy it with brute force. Those light walls seemed fragile, but in fact they were connected to the formation of the entire temple, and a forced attack would only trigger a more powerful restriction.
"I'll explore the path." Jiang Ping'an walked to the front, Primal Chaos Dao Domain extended forward, and the nine-color light penetrated into the light wall. Wherever the Dao domain passed, the route of the maze gradually became clear in his mind - which are dead ends, which are living ways, where are the traps, and where are the safe places, all at a glance.
"Left." Jiang Ping'an led the two of them to turn left.
After walking about a hundred feet, there were three forked roads ahead. Feng Qing'er closed her eyes, Seven-Colored Phoenix Feather was hanging above her head, and the seven-colored light on the feathers trembled slightly. She felt it for a moment and pointed to the middle one. "This one has the breath of life, so it should be the right one."
"There is also the breath of life on the right, but it is very weak. It may be a trap." Lanling Wang added, Imperial Heaven Seal hung above his head, golden light shone down, suppressing the phantom runes that tried to invade the mind one by one.
The three of them each performed their duties and cooperated tacitly. Jiang Ping'an explored the path, Feng Qing'er sensed, and Lanling Wang defended. The threats of the maze were eliminated one by one.
After half an hour, they finally came out of the maze.
It suddenly dawned on me - at the exit of the maze, there was a square stone chamber. The stone chamber was about a hundred feet square, with a stone pillar at each corner, and the pillars were carved with the totem of ancient Gods and Devils. At the end of the stone chamber, there was a closed stone door, with a faint golden light coming out from behind the door.
However, in the center of the stone chamber, four huge puppets blocked the way.
Each puppet is ten thousand feet tall, and is made of dark golden divine iron, with formations engraved on its surface. They have different shapes - one holds a sword, one holds an axe, one holds a shield, and one holds a bow. The auras of the four puppets are connected into one, and they are all Imperial Blood's peak strength, equivalent to the Dao Seed Realm's perfect Golden Immortal.
Their eyes lit up with a faint blue light, locking on the three Jiang Ping'an.
"Those who break through the barrier will die!" The sword-holding puppet made a mechanical voice, strode forward, and swept across with its giant sword.
Jiang Ping'an did not go back.
He took a step forward, Ten Thousand Feet Ancient Barrens Dao Body recovered instantly, Primal Chaos Dao Domain unfolded with full force, and the nine-color light shrouded the entire stone room. The giant sword of the sword-holding puppet was chopped down, and he met it with a punch - the fist and sword intersected, and a deafening roar of gold and iron erupted.
Click!
The giant sword shattered, and the right arm of the sword-holding puppet was smashed together with the sword hilt by Jiang Ping'an's punch. The puppet staggered back, and Jiang Ping'an didn't give him a chance to breathe. He punched out a second time and hit the puppet's chest. The dark golden divine iron was dented, cracks spread, and the puppet fell to the ground with a crash, and the blue light in its eyes extinguished.
One punch, shattering a Imperial Blood pinnacle puppet.
The ax-holding puppet and the shield-holding puppet rushed at the same time, attacking from the left and right. Lanling Wang's spear shook, and the golden spear glowed like a dragon, entangled the axe-holding puppet, and dragged it down with its own strength. Although it was difficult, Imperial Heaven Seal hung above his head, protected by golden light, and would not be defeated in a short time.
Feng Qing'er sacrificed Seven-Colored Phoenix Feather, and the seven colored lights turned into seven Phoenix, surrounding the shield puppet. The colored lights wrapped around the puppet like a rope, making its movements slow and unable to lift the shield.
After Jiang Ping'an dealt with the sword-holding puppet, he turned around to face the bow-stringing puppet. The puppet had already pulled out the bow string, and a light arrow condensed with pure energy was placed on the string, and the arrow was pointed at Feng Qing'er.
"Let go!" The puppet let go.
The arrow of light is like a shooting star, shooting towards Feng Qing'er.
Jiang Ping'an's body flashed, blocking in front of Feng Qing'er, and grabbed the light arrow with his bare hands. Primal Chaos Immortal Power poured it into his palm, and the light arrow shattered in his palm, turning into dots of light rain and dissipating.
He punched the bow with his backhand and hit the Zhang Gong puppet from a distance - the wind of the fist carried the nine-color light and broke the puppet's bow arm. The puppet flew backwards, hit the stone wall, and broke into a pile of parts.
At this time, Lanling Wang had already removed one of the arms of the ax puppet, and Feng Qing'er's colored light also locked the shield puppet firmly. Jiang Ping'an walked over and smashed the remaining two puppets into pieces with one palm.
Quietness returned to the stone chamber. The remains of the four puppets were scattered on the ground, and among the dark golden fragments, there were several fist-sized crystals glowing slightly.
"Puppet Core." Jiang Ping'an bent down to pick up the crystals and held them in his hands to feel them. They contained pure energy and complex formation patterns and were excellent materials for refining. He took Creation God Wheel and said to Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er: "Let's go."
Pushing open the stone door at the end, golden light poured out from behind the door, engulfing the figures of the three people.
Passing through the stone gate, you will see a circular hall in front of you.
Essence Blood Hall.
The hall is not big, with a radius of only a few hundred feet, but it is magnificent. Nine huge orbs are inlaid on the dome, emitting soft golden light, illuminating the entire hall. The four walls are covered with reliefs of ancient gods and demons, and the reliefs are so lifelike that they seem to come out of the walls at any time.
In the center of the hall, there is a three-foot-square pool. The pool is carved from a single piece of white jade, and the walls of the pool are covered with dense sealing patterns. In the pool, three drops of golden liquid are suspended in the air three feet high from the surface of the pool, slowly rotating.
Taiyuan Demon God Essence Blood.
Each drop is about the size of a fist, and is golden and crystal clear. There seem to be countless tiny light spots circulating inside.
They exude vast life fluctuations, and those fluctuations contain the majesty of Gods and Devils, the aura of ancient times, and some inexplicable source of power. Just by looking at them, you can feel a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
"Taiyuan Demon God Essence Blood..." Lanling Wang's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of desire.
Feng Qing'er also stared at the three drops of blood, and his breathing became rapid.
Jiang Ping'an's eyes were calm, but his Primal Dao Seed was vibrating slightly in his body, as if he had some kind of resonance with these three drops of essence and blood. He stepped forward and carefully observed the formation by the pool - it was a complex sealing formation that needed to be cracked with a specific technique, otherwise forcibly taking blood would trigger a restriction and destroy the essence and blood.
"Don't worry, let's study the formation first." Jiang Ping'an said.
However, time waits for no one.
One after another figures poured in from various entrances of the hall. Emperor Blood God Devil Di Mo, wrapped around Chaos Divine Light, walked to the edge of the pool expressionlessly. Xingzhen God Devil, There are still traces of battle on the golden scales, and his eyes are sinister. Golden-Scaled True Dragon, The dragon is mighty, and the dragon's eyes are full of greed. Lan Race Dao Ancestor, The white robe whisks the dust, and the aura is unfathomable.
There were seven or eight other surviving strong men, some injured, some in a state of embarrassment, but each one of them was staring at the three drops of blood essence in the pool.
More than ten strong men gathered together, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified.
Di Mo took a step forward, and Emperor Blood God Devil's pressure was released without reservation. The pressure was like real substance, making many people present have difficulty breathing and involuntarily retreat. Xingzhen God Devil and Golden-Scaled True Dragon could not help but become a little more solemn.
"Three drops of essence and blood belong to me." Di Mo's voice was low and calm, but with an unquestionable domineering tone. "Whoever has any objections can stand up now."
No one spoke. But no one backed away either.
Di Mo snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense, and walked directly towards the blood essence pool.
His actions were like lighting a fuse.
Xingzhen God Devil was the first to take action, slapping Di Mo on the back; Golden-Scaled True Dragon followed closely behind, grabbing the dragon's claws into the pool; other strong men also swarmed forward, using their own methods to compete for blood essence.
"Protect each other, don't separate." Jiang Ping'an said quickly to Lanling Wang and Feng Qing'er, and then stepped into the battle group.
Primal Chaos Dao Domain, go all out.
The nine-color light surged in all directions like a tide, instantly covering the entire Essence Blood Hall. The strong men who were fighting felt a terrifying suppressive force at the same time - their speed dropped suddenly, Immortal Power stagnated, and even Spiritual Sense was compressed to the extreme.
Di Mo's Chaos Divine Light collided with the nine-color light, erupting into a harsh roar. The two forces eroded each other, and they were indistinguishable.
"Is it you?" Di Mo recognized Jiang Ping'an, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Ping'an did not answer. He recovered Ten Thousand Feet Ancient Barrens Dao Body and punched Di Mo. The nine-color light at the edge of the fist merged with Twelve-Colored Heart Force, turning into chaos. Wherever he passed, the space trembled.
Di Mo crossed his arms to block. His fists and arms intersected, and an earth-shaking loud noise erupted. Di Mo took three steps back, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground, and a trace of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, Xingzhen God Devil rushed from the side and slapped Jiang Ping'an on the head with his giant palm. Jiang Ping'an grabbed his neck with his backhand, Primal Chaos Immortal Power poured five fingers into it, crushed Body-Protecting Divine Light of Xingzhen God Devil, and threw it away. Xingzhen God Devil hit the wall of the hall, making a big crater, and blood spurted out from its mouth.
Golden-Scaled True Dragon's dragon claw was almost touching the essence and blood. Jiang Ping'an kicked out, hitting True Dragon in the abdomen, sending it flying dozens of feet. The dragon scales shattered and golden dragon blood spilled all over the floor.
Di Mo stabilized his body, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He held his hands empty, and a spear condensed by Chaos Divine Light appeared in his hand, with the tip of the spear pointed directly at Jiang Ping'an. The spear thrust out, and the spear glow was like a dragon, carrying the aura of destruction.
Jiang Ping'an did not dodge, Creation God Wheel flew out from behind his head, twelve colors of divine light poured down like a waterfall, and collided head-on with the Chaos Spear. Wherever the divine light touched, the Chaos Spear was shattered. Creation God Wheel continued to move forward, suppressing Di Mo.
Di Mo's face changed drastically, and he desperately used his divine power to resist, but Creation God Wheel's power was far beyond his imagination. He was forced to kneel on one knee by the divine light, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
"You... what magic weapon is this?" Di Mo asked with difficulty, "Is it really Creation God Wheel?"
Jiang Ping'an has no answer.
He took back Creation God Wheel, turned around and walked towards the blood essence pool.