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Chapter 853

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Led by Zhu Rong, Ji Hao didn't feel anything when he dived down from the top. But when he came to this palace, which was entirely cast from red bronze, seamless and seamless, Ji Hao discovered the terrifying danger contained in this boundless lava.

Glowing red lava had been rolling in all directions. The lava was clear, almost transparent, like melted glass. Faintly, cyan, purple, blue, white, and black flames had been sparkling in the lava.

The lava was amazingly hot. If Ji Hao wasn't wrong, the five-colored fire was clearly a top-ranking fire among all divine fires in the world. This fire corresponded to the five internal organs of the human body, and could especially harm primordial spirits and souls. Therefore, this fire had a great suppressive effect on all kinds of evil things.

In the glass-like, transparent lava, countless arm-thick red light streams had been darting around. If one looked closer, one would find that these red light streams were shaped like flood dragons, with faintly visible dragon horns and dragon claws. These were clearly fire spirits generated by nature. Once the weather was right, these fire spirits could transform into fire dragons.

Ji Hao carefully released his spirit power and slightly touched the body of a fire spirit. Even with his pure positive spirit power, which was generated by the seed of Dao of sun, he still sensed a slight pain from the great heat released from those fire spirits.

At first glance, these fire spirits seemed to be randomly swimming in the lava. But after Ji Hao carefully observed their moving tracks, his look changed. Millions of fire spirits had been moving in an extremely complicated track, drawing giant divine spell symbols in the lava one after another. At last, they formed an enormous divine formation that extended for millions of miles.

With the essence of magic formation in Yu Yu's Study of Magic Formation, Ji Hao roughly analyzed this extremely complicated divine formation. Then, he felt that his primordial spirit power was consumed speedily, and he nearly fainted on the ground. He couldn't even roughly figure out the direction of this great formation.

Zhu Rong raised the wine calabash and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. Glancing at Ji Hao, who was shaking, he smiled and said, "This nameless great formation is alive. Except for Zhu Rong and his successors, who knew how to get in and out of it … That's only the way to get in and out safely. No one knows how to break it. "

Ji Hao breathed deeply for a few times. His spirit blood released a great heat to replenish the seed of Dao of sun. Streams of pure spirit power were generated, and the consumed primordial spirit power was quickly restored to its peak state.

As a Divine-Magus-level, every single drop of his blood contained a great amount of spirit blood power. Therefore, Ji Hao's recovery speed was much faster than that of regular Qi cultivators.

Ji Hao dared not to look at the surrounding lava and that terrifying divine formation anymore. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the red bronze divine palace in front of him.

The Divine Palace was three thousand and six hundred feet tall, roughly square in shape, and about a hundred miles in both length and width. The divine palace was entirely cast from red bronze, simple and unadorned, yet solemn and dignified. Perhaps it had been nourished by the lava and fire for countless years, but the surface of the palace naturally had countless clear flame patterns.

A purple stream of mist descended from the sky above the divine palace. The amazingly hot purple mist covered the entire palace and the square in front of it. From time to time, flaming thunderbolts would descend from the purple mist, blasting the entire palace and raising a raging fire. Raging flames surged in the air, and the surrounding lava would be shaking intensely every single second.

There were seventy-two altars in front of the palace, and on each altar, there were two pillars made of red copper. Chains as thick as an arm were wrapped around the pillars, and raging flames were constantly spurting out from the chains. The chains were slightly wriggling like giant pythons, and the end of each chain was deeply pierced into a majestic body.

Seventy-two muscular men, who were tens of meters tall and looked like metal statues, stood between the pillars while showing their teeth. Each of them was pierced by tens of chains. These chains pierced deeply into their bodies, connecting closely with their bones, muscles, and even internal organs.

From time to time, the thunderbolts darted down from the purple mist and struck on the pillars. The thunderbolts would explode and send enormous bolts of lightning into the bodies of these muscular men through the chains, making fire sparkles rise from their bodies and making their bodies ring like the ringing of a bronze bell, ceaselessly letting out thunderous booms.

These men stood between the pillars while showing their teeth, letting the thunderbolts strike and the divine flame burn them, but none of them made even the slightest sound.

What surprised Ji Hao was that although these men looked eighty to ninety percent similar to human beings at first glance, they weren't human beings.

Between their chests and abdomens, on their necks, on their hips, on their elbows, knees, ankles, shoulders, and other important joints, chunks of thick plates grew out of their flesh.

These shiny metal decks were a part of their bodies. The lines of the decks were smooth, like tight, soft armor that stuck closely to their bodies. Faintly visible twisted spell symbols were squirming on these plates. These spell symbols had been releasing an ancient and fierce sense of power. Every single line of these spell symbols made people feel like a centipede, a scorpion, or a poisonous snake was crawling on their bodies.

Ji Hao had never seen spell symbols like this before. No matter if it was the Southern Wasteland magic, the secret books of the Magi Palace, the books taught by Yu Yu, or all kinds of secret magic he learned from the non-humankind, none of these spell symbols were similar to the spell symbols that were growing out of the bodies of these sturdy men.

This kind of spell symbol gave Ji Hao an extremely dangerous and corrosive feeling. With a single glance at it, Ji Hao sensed an evil power gushing into his body through his gaze. A faint golden layer of essence sun fire blazed on Ji Hao's body, burning and cutting off this evil power.

Except for the plates that clearly didn't belong to human beings, these men also had sharp horns on their heads.

Purely black, bull-horn-like horns grew out of their foreheads, shining with a metallic luster. Twisted spell symbols sparkled from time to time on those horns as well. Different from the spell symbols on the plates on their bodies, the spell symbols on their horns were filled with a sharp and fierce sense of power, seeming like sharp daggers that could even poke a hole in the sky.

These men were all over ten-zhang tall, and the horns on their heads were nearly three-zhang long. Although these horns looked extra cumbersome and inconvenient, one could easily imagine how terrifying these horns would be when they lowered their heads and rushed forward on battlefields.

On the altar closest to Ji Hao, a sturdy man abruptly opened his eyes, as if he had sensed Ji Hao's gaze. His eye sockets were blood-red, filled with a crazy intent of killing. Except for killing and insanity, Ji Hao couldn't see any other emotion in his eyes.

"Human being, you bastard … I want to bite your head off!" The sturdy man grinned. The teeth in his mouth were like those of a shark, with multiple layers inside and outside, and every single tooth was as sharp as a dagger.

"Suppress evil beings forever!" Zhu Rong looked at these seventy-two sturdy men and said blandly, "They, and the one in this palace, are the targets of our Zhu Rong Family, generation after generation."

Coughing loudly for a few times, Zhu Rong continued blandly, "Come with me, meet that guy!"

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