Chapter 24 Untitled

A "bang" collision came from the impact of Zhang Han and the dead word, and then Zhang Han fainted.

After a long time, Zhang Han finally regained consciousness. Ah, he rubbed his painful head, got up and patted his clothes, and looked up around. Where is this?

There is a vast expanse of whiteness around, and a magnificent palace stands between heaven and earth.

"This is..." Zhang Han looked at the palace with a shocked face. Zhang Han found that the palace gave him more momentum than the Zixiao Palace. He suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked to the palace.

When I walked to the door of the palace, I only felt a simple and empty feeling coming to my face. The red door and the stone unicorns on both sides of the gate looked so antique. Looking up, I saw the three big words "Tiandao Hall" written on the huge plaque of the palace.

"Ah! .." Just as I wanted to take a closer look at these three big words, I felt a tingling in my brain, as if I had been pricked by a needle. I quickly moved my eyes elsewhere, and my heart was full of shock. I felt that I couldn't stand it just by reading these words. What would the owner of this palace be? Is there really a realm above Hongjun?

In an instant, Zhang Han's eyes looking at the palace were full of fire. He took a deep breath, ignored the surroundings, and walked directly to the inside of the palace.

As soon as he entered the hall, Zhang Han was shocked by the scenery in front of him. In the bedroom, he saw cloud-capped sandalwood as beams, crystal jade as lamps, pearls as curtains, and Fan Jin as pillars. The six-foot-wide agarwood wide bed is hung by a silver medal tent. The tent is embroidered with beads and silver begonias, and the wind is blowing, like falling into the clouds and the sea. There is a huge bright moon bead hanging on the top of the treasure in the hall, shining like a bright moon. The floor is covered with white jade, embedded with gold beads, and the ground is cut into a lotus. It looks like a five-stalked lotus flower. The petals are fresh and exquisite, and even the stamens are delicate and distinguishable. The inner columns of the hall are supported by many red giant columns. Each pillar is engraved with a lifelike golden dragon, which is particularly spectacular.

"What kind of person's palace is this? What other secrets do I don't know about Honghuang? Can I find my way in this palace now? Zhang Han walked forward confusedly, constantly guessing who the owner of the palace was.

Unconsciously, Zhang Han had walked to the center of the palace and saw a dragon chair representing the supreme of 95 standing at the top of the palace. Zhang Han guessed that this might be the seat of the owner of the palace! Unfortunately, at this time, the dragon chair had already been hollowed out, and it could only be allowed to be secretly guessed by later people.

I looked around again, looked carefully, and found that there was nothing valuable anymore. "Nothing? How can it be? Is there something wrong? Zhang Han's heart was full of doubts. He looked all over the hall. Zhang Han couldn't help frowning and looking up at the dragon chair. Will it be there?

After hesitating, Zhang Han walked to the dragon chair.

"Hmm..."

At the moment when Zhang Han moved forward to the dragon chair, he suddenly felt a pressure coming out of thin air, making his body sink slightly.

I frowned and meditated. I didn't have any pressure anywhere else just now, but now I actually feel the pressure. It seems that the secret here is on the dragon chair.

Zhang Han, who thought clearly, flashed a trace of identification in his eyes and resolutely stepped on the steps leading to the dragon chair.

"Huh..."

The more Zhang Han walked, the more he felt the heaviness of his body. The boundless pressure hit in all directions, making Zhang Han feel that his whole body was about to fall out.

Step by step, Zhang Han gritted his teeth and moved forward. He knew that he did not have any mana now. If he was even depressed, he would have no chance to step on the dragon chair at all.

"Huh..."

He took a deep breath. At this time, Zhang Han was already soaked all over, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked up at the three steps left from the dragon chair. At this time, the pressure was several times stronger than at the beginning. Zhang Han walked on it, as if walking in a swamp, making it difficult for people to breathe. .

Although this heavy pressure makes people extremely uncomfortable, Zhang Han is no longer the former Zhang Han. Although Zhang Han was powerful in the past, it was not terrible, because he lacks goals and hopes. Now Zhang Han can be called horrible. Zhang Han, who has a goal, is not confused, like otaku in his previous life, although However, they are usually very lazy, but when they give everything for their dreams, even if it is life, now Zhang Han is a person who strives for his goals and a horrible person.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Han took another step.

"Dong!" The sound of deep footsteps echoed in the empty hall, resisting the heartache on the body, biting the crown and stepping out again.

"Bum!"

In the silent palace, there was suddenly a low sound. Zhang Han suddenly knelt down on one knee. His palms pressed the ground, supporting his body, and his mouth gasped violently.

At this time, a step in front of Zhang Han is the dragon chair, but this small step seems to be as difficult to cross.

The closer you get to the dragon chair, the greater the pressure around you are. This small step has more pressure than all the pressures in front of you. Zhang Han is overwhelmed just by taking a step forward, which shows how strong the pressure is.

"Di Da..." Sweat converged into a water line, constantly pouring down from Zhang Han's face, licking the unusually dry mouth, then gritted his teeth, under the terrible pressure, slowly got up, and then stepped out again. Bang!" With Zhang Han's last step out, his body immediately collapsed a little. His knees were bent and he couldn't help trembling. Obviously, he wanted to try his best not to kneel down again.

"Bum!"

Zhang Han finally couldn't stand it. He knelt down on his knees, fell on the hard floor, and made a crisp sound. In an all, Zhang Han only felt that his mind was blank, his eyelids were extremely heavy, and there seemed to be a voice in his mind who had been persuading him to give up.

"Garbage, garbage, small garbage, no one wants small garbage" Just when Zhang Han was about to give up, an unusually familiar voice echoed in his mind. This was Zhang Han's previous life. When he picked up garbage, he was humiliated by other people's children. This is a scar in Zhang Han's heart.

"Haha... Is it rubbish?" Zhang Han, who knelt on his knees, suddenly smiled hoarsely, struggled on his face, and then stood up slowly again, trembling. When Zhang Han stood up, bursts of crisp clicks sounded again in the empty palace. It was the rupture of Zhang Han's muscles, and his skin began to turn red. This was a protest that his body was overwhelmed. Zhang Han's body was constantly trembling. His eyes were full of blood at this moment. He slowly raised his head and looked at the dragon chair close at hand. His eyes flashed with madness. Then, his body trembled again and wanted to stand up. When Zhang Han slowly stood up from the ground, his clothes were immediately stained red by blood, and drops of blood dripped down his clothes and gathered under his feet into a pool of blood.

"Pain" Zhang Hanzhi felt that the boundless pain deepened on his body, and his ears were also buzzing. His eyes were gradually blurred, and his consciousness was slowly moving away from him.

"Are you going to die?" A trace of unwillingness flashed in Zhang Han's heart. Is he really so useless? Just as Zhang Han's consciousness was about to collapse, a suction suddenly came from his Nigong pills. Then, Zhang Han only felt a "bang". It seemed that something was broken in his body, and then the pressure around him slowly disappeared.

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