After living in seclusion for 10,000 years, descendants come to visit you at the beginning

The two of them looked at each other and saw what the other was thinking.

"You stay here and I'll come as soon as I go."

After the words fell, Yang Jianlong rushed out of the mist.

Hai Ming naturally understood what the other party was doing, and his eyes were still staring at the cave in front of him with hot and greedy eyes.

Wu Shengsheng!

That was him before, and he didn't even dare to think about it. Now the opportunity is right in front of him, just one step away, so close to him.

Soon, Yang Jianlong came back, with a storage bag in his hand

"Succeeded?"

Hai Ming's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly.

After hearing this, a smile appeared on Yang Jianlong's lips, and three Martial Temple Tokens appeared in his hand.

"Hahaha...Okay, let's see where you escape this time."

Hai Ming laughed loudly when he saw this, and the two of them took the tokens and entered the cave hand in hand.

As for whether the Tai family disciple is dead or alive, I am afraid only Yang Jianlong knows. The golden stairs are like leading to a heavenly palace. Spanning between heaven and earth, reaching up to the huge golden majestic palace above the sky

Nian appeared at the foot of the stairs in a daze, looking up at the top of the stairs, the glorious palace standing between heaven and earth.

Golden radiance scattered around the world, making the majesty of the palace indestructible. In front of it was a golden stone staircase, which was enough to accommodate several people moving forward together.

On both sides of the golden stairs, there were glaring golden stone statues standing motionless on the golden stone stairs like guards, with pairs of angry eyes staring at him.

The stone statue is flexible, wearing armor, with swords unsheathed at its waist, and the swords are crossed and hanging on the stairs.

An invisible pressure arises spontaneously. At this moment, he seems to be facing thousands of troops. He is like a small boat in the vast sea, unable to withstand the slightest wave.

Under the stairs is the giant peak with thousands of blades, which looks like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

A sky river hangs in the sky, which is formed by the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It turns into a rolling torrent with a loud"rumbling" sound and an endless surge... There are countless levels of golden stairs, leading directly to the golden palace.

Lin Yichen stood under the stairs for a long time, and he still hadn't come back to his senses. All he had to do was lift his feet and step out to climb the golden stairs and lead directly to the avenue.

"This is the blessed land of Wusheng Temple, Cave Heaven!"

Lin Yichen glanced around with shocked eyes, and the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth was pure and unsullied, rushing toward his face.

Taking a deep breath of the spiritual energy here, Lin Yichen could even feel the spiritual energy surging in his body. It can definitely be called a true spiritual energy. The Holy Land of Cultivation, but there is no one around.

I never thought that since there is still such a world hidden after entering the cave, there is another cave.

"Jie, Jie... where are you going this time?"#@@

Suddenly, a voice full of murderous intent sounded behind him, making Lin Yichen's whole body shiver. When he turned around to look, Hai Ming and Yang Jianlong were walking over slowly.

It seems that he is already a turtle in a urn, fish and meat on the board, and is still being slaughtered. There is no rush to kill him now.

"Since you have chased me here."

Lin Yichen clenched his fists. He thought he was no match for the two of them, but it was impossible for him to sit still and wait for death.

Then he mobilized the power in his body, and the four great gods began to operate at the same time.

"Um?"But just when he was about to fight to the death, he suddenly discovered an abnormality in his body?

Although he couldn't see his own situation internally, he could still sense that something was wrong.