Chapter 3474: Colorful Order

The main hall has been smashed by the thunder for an unknown period of time, and the whole has become grayish white. It seems that even the building is already unsupportable and may collapse at any time.

But the things used to attract Thunder at the top of the hall still exudes colorful light.

That is a token.

The token is about the size of a palm, but every time the Thunder strikes it, it emits a colorful light.

The light shines, it seems to have enlarged the appearance of its body hundreds of times.

Then as the thunder disappeared, it gradually began to shrink.

This time it lasted for a full ten breath time.

After ten breaths, just when the token shrank to its original appearance, thunder would come down again.

"The old man doesn't have much time, don't you come in quickly?" The old voice sounded again.

The strange thing is that the sound seems to be in their ears.

"We will come in here."

Qin Shaofeng did not dare to delay any more, and hurriedly walked towards the main entrance of the hall.

As he took a step forward, a wave of water appeared under his feet.

The weird ripples spread out, making him seem to step on a certain spatial node.

When he was surprised, he discovered that Old Ghost and others were also shocked by this scene.

Since the old man urged anxiously, he naturally wouldn't stay.

Divine consciousness spread to the maximum.

While carefully observing this place, he also walked towards the main hall door step by step.

It's a pity that he didn't find out the reason until he pushed to the door with his hand.

The moment you reach out to touch the door.

A life and death crisis suddenly appeared.

Qin Shaofeng was horrified, and he jumped up abruptly and wanted to retreat.

But before he could move, the door opened to the sides.

The cold current suddenly rushed out of it, freezing him directly into an ice sculpture, and he barely broke the ice for a long time.

At this time, the hall door of the main hall had been opened, and the situation in the main hall could be roughly understood from here.

That is an empty hall.

So it was empty, but also because there was only one colorful altar inside the whole hall.

There was only one person on the altar.

This person is dead no matter how he looks, and he can't see the trace of life, but he has some kind of handprint on his hand.

A breath still poured into the mudra from him.

As the breath on the handprint increases to the extreme, it will suddenly rush out and blend into the void in front of it.

The colorful tokens just seen in the distance will suddenly appear at this moment.

Immediately, the token that absorbed his power will disappear again.

Thunder appeared.

"You actually made those thunders?" Qin Shaofeng shouted out in shock.

Even the people on the altar are dead no matter how you look at them.

However, he can also clearly recognize that the facial phantom that has appeared before and the voice just now come from this ‘corpse’.

But all the scenes he could see were beyond the scope of ordinary people's imagination.

After observing for a while, he can only send out questions.

"The old man doesn't have that kind of ability. All of this comes from the handwriting of True Monarch Seven Colors." That voice reappeared.

It's just that the phantom he had seen before did not appear.

"Go to the central position of the gate of the palace. There used to be a footprint there hundreds of years ago, but unfortunately, you can't see it anymore. Be careful yourself. If you go wrong, it will be the heyday of the old man and there is no possibility of life."

The voice sounded again.

At this time, the old ghost and others also broke out of the ice.

Listening to the voice of the old man, the old ghost Chen Xing couldn't help asking: "Who are you and why are you here?"

"come in!"

The old man did not seem to hear the voices of others.

Qin Shaofeng frowned.

What he saw with his naked eyes was a scene of dead silence, but he knew clearly that even if the old man had been dead for many years, he wanted to kill them, it was just a matter of breath.

Not daring to hesitate any longer, he turned his head and gave the old ghost Chen Xing and the others a calm look, before he followed the voice and walked into the hall step by step.

The moment his feet all fell into the hall, he clearly understood the reason for the crisis of life and death just now.

This entire hall seems to be condensed by colorful colors.

It seems unusual for the two gates to be aligned separately, but now they can reveal a white light and shadow.

The cold air that had just waited for them, even the cold air that turned them into ice sculptures, obviously came from these two gates.

"I'm here."

Qin Shaofeng stood firm and said.

"Come to me, step on the altar, and walk along the pattern on the altar to my left." The voice sounded again.

Without the ability to resist, Qin Shaofeng had to approach the past cautiously.

The moment he boarded the altar, he finally felt the abnormality of this mountain.

This altar seemed to be an endless black hole, as if to **** everything in. If he hadn't taken every step strictly according to the voice, I am afraid he would have died hundreds of times.

After another full breath, he walked out of those thirty steps and stood firmly on the left side of the ‘corpse’.

"Squat down, there is a jade slip in my shirt. Take it out. There is a record of the old man's struggle against ghosts and corpses over the years."

"After you go back, help me show it to the master of Yunxian Palace, or let your master hand it over to the master of your line."

The voice sounded again, but what was hidden in that voice made Qin Shaofeng's eyes widened suddenly.

"Ghost? Senior, are you fighting a ghost?" Qin Shaofeng exclaimed.

"When you are young, you know about ghosts and corpses?"

The ‘corpse’ turned his head abruptly.

But his body was obviously dead for too long, and this twist caused his head to roll down from its original position.

Suddenly, he was sucked into powder by the terrifying suction on the altar.

"To the effect, it seems that even if the old man doesn't do this, he can only support it for another three or two years at most."

The voice sounded again.

"Boy, the old man doesn't have time to say anything to you, remember what I said clearly, old man Yun Chengtian, say my name, even if my Yunxian Temple is still the top three power, its hall master will definitely meet you."

"The old man can't hold it anymore, but it's a pity that I saw you so weak before he died."

"Helpless, helpless."

"But no matter how you say it, you are also a human being, and you are still a person of that power, you are not incompetent."

"Remember, the true monarch of Seven Colors turned into a thunder at the cost of his life, and made these nine colorful orders."

"Therefore, the Seven Color Token must not fall into the hands of the ghost. When your cultivation level is raised, you must find the remaining eight pieces of the Seven Color Token."