Chapter 702 Wealthy Treasure

"There seems to be a palace ahead. Let's go in!" Long Yun's eyes stagnated and he faintly saw a glimmer of light. Through that glimmer of light, he could faintly see some buildings!

The four people no longer stopped, and their bodies flashed and flew directly towards the light!

"This..." After entering, the four people took a cold breath at the same time! This is really a palace, surrounded by golden eyes, and huge stone pillars support the palace, which is ten feet high.

Not only that, the weapons on both sides are full of magic weapons, and any of them can be called a peerless existence.

"How rich!" Looking at the surrounding weapons, Long Yun's eyes immediately couldn't move his eyes. Although the Royal Sword Gate is now strong, compared with those profound super sects, the difference is the accumulation of sects.

If it hadn't been for the batch of swords sent by Hai Wuya, it is estimated that the overall strength of the Royal Sword Gate would have been compressed a lot now, and the Hai clan and Xuantianyu are also some poor characters, and there are not many weapons to take.

Long Yun was overjoyed and waved his hand, sweeping away more than a thousand divine soldiers around him. His face also showed a trace of joy.

"What is this?" His eyes and a scroll hanging on the wall were an ordinary ink painting, painted by a middle-aged man wearing a golden crown.

Holding a token, his eyes were round, and a strong breath came out. The person in the painting actually gave Long Yun a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The body involuntarily walked towards the painting. Hai Wuya and others all looked at Long Yun. They didn't know why he suddenly fell silent and took all the weapons from Long Yun.

None of the three wolf kings have a trace of resistance. They have trusted Long Yun's character. Moreover, only Hai Wuya is present who belongs to the Sword Sect, so Long Yun will never let Hai Wuya do it for nothing.

Long Yun has walked to the bottom of the painting, and the lines of the whole picture are natural, as if it were a work of art. Without a trace of an axe, Long Yun's heart moved.

The person who drew this scroll must be a peerless strong man! Throughout the painting, there will be a feeling that people want to enter the painting, and the token in the man's hand is like the reincarnation of the God of War, and a strong sense of war permeates.

Long Yun stretched out his hand and stroked the painting. Suddenly, the whole scroll seemed to be alive. The arm of the person in the painting actually moved, and Long Yun stepped back two steps in an instant.

The middle-aged man in the picture, the token in his hand, pointed straight to a stone pillar in the center of the hall. Long Yun followed the token, and the stone pillar suddenly raised a bulge.

"It's a mechanism, there is a hole here!" Long Yun frowned, and he already felt that the master of the demon gate was approaching in this direction and was extremely fast.

When his eyes touched, the three ancient strong men also frowned and obviously felt this. They immediately stopped delaying and came to the stone pillar. At the same time, they reached out and pressed it just above the bulge.

"Squeak!" The sound of opening the door came and followed the sound. At the top of the hall, a window appeared, and there was another layer on it.

looked at the three ancient strong men. Long Yun took the lead in flying up and followed the stone pillar into the window. The three ancient strong men also hurriedly followed, and their figures disappeared in an instant.

The figure of the three disappeared, and the window automatically closed and recovered as before, as if it had never changed.

Not only is the window closed, but also the bulge is gone, but the scroll picture on the wall has also returned as before, and there is no change at all.

At the same time, Waishan Lord and others finally broke in.

"Strange, their breath has disappeared?" The middle-aged elder beside the Lord of Waishan frowned and his eyes flashed.

Lord Waishan also frowned tightly and said, "There must be some mechanism here. They may have entered another palace, what a cunning boy!"

The middle-aged elder nodded and said, "Let's look around to see if there is any mechanism. There is a mysterious atmosphere here, and I can't understand some things!"

Hearing his words, the Lord of Waishan immediately looked around, and the elders around him also dispersed, leaving only the middle-aged elder, and his eyes fell on the painting.

"Who is this person? Why have you never seen it?" The middle-aged elder frowned and muttered, "This painting is not just painted by anyone. I can't even see through the breath on it. Not only that, are the characters in this painting not from the dragon world? Otherwise, it is impossible for me not to know that there are such strong men in the dragon world?"

He also touched the strokes on the wall like a dragon cloud!

Suddenly, the mural emitted a strange golden light, and countless vigorous energy shot out of the mural. The middle-aged elder pointed out and went to his own momentum!

A crisp sound came, and the middle-aged elders flew backwards on the bluestone ground, and their feet continued to make a harsh sound of friction between their feet and the bluestone ground.

"What a horrible energy!" The middle-aged elder said slightly, looked around, and suddenly found that everyone present had been bombarded, and the middle-aged elder's face changed.

However, after watching everyone resist the attack, their faces eased slightly. Finally, there was no loss of personnel, but injuries were never avoided.

"Be careful, everyone. It's weird everywhere. Try not to touch anything!" The middle-aged elder said slightly.

"E Elder, there seems to be something strange here!" The Lord of the Mountain suddenly opened his mouth and pointed to the bulge on a stone pillar on the right. This bulge was exactly the same as the previous bulge of Long Yun on the central stone pillar.

"This should be an organ!" The middle-aged elder walked to the raised man and said to the Lord of the mountain, "Stand behind me first, don't act rashly!"

When everyone withdrew, the middle-aged elder's eyes were solemn, and his right hand fell on the bulge and gently pressed it down!

Immediately, the portal appeared above his head again, and a force of space swarmed out in an instant. The middle-aged elder's eyes stagnated and said, "What a pure breath, Lord, you take some people into it!"

The Lord of Waishan suddenly met and rushed in with several Tianang elders. The door was closed, and the bulge also disappeared.

The middle-aged elder's eyes fell on the stone pillars on the other side. There were four stone pillars in the whole hall, but not supported in four corners, but a large stone pillar in the middle. The three small stone pillars around them surrounded the big stone pillars in the middle in the middle.

The middle-aged elder walked rudely towards the big stone pillar in the middle, but did not find any mechanism. Instead, he found another organ from the three small stone pillars next to him.

"You are divided into two teams. In a moment, I will open the mechanism and enter the first team!" The middle-aged elders said slightly. None of those elders dared to say more, and even the Lord listened to this person. What ability do they have to resist?

The middle-aged elder opened another portal, and a team of people rushed in, but the middle-aged elder shook his head and flashed a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

The last door opened. With the departure of the last person, there was only this middle-aged elder left in the whole hall. He frowned and looked at the surrounding stone pillars and said, "Is it impossible? Obviously, there is a breath coming out, how can it disappear?

"No!" The middle-aged man suddenly lit up and walked to the big stone pillar in the middle. He observed the maintenance similar to other stone pillar mechanisms. After looking at it carefully for a moment, he nodded and suddenly said, "So, it seems that the boy named Long Yun has entered. This boy is really good luck, but you entered in vain. Go, you won't understand what's going on!"

Speaking of this, his eyes fell on the painting once, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "How dare you attack me? I think you are impatient to live, so I will destroy you!"

With a slap, he slapped down on the mural on the wall with a surging palm!