The elders of many forces around the Immortal Ancient Mirror were shocked. Their eyes were full of shock.
Anyone with a discerning eye who saw this scene understood what had happened.
Long Aotian and Wang Teng had died.
One of them was the Young Emperor of the Wang family, and the other was the first of Zulong.
Both of them were famous figures in the Huangtian Mystic Realm, but now, both of them had died.
"Geniuses are dying in the battle of the world. Is the Immortal Ancient the starting point of the battle?" Many elders of the major forces sighed.
"You …" Wang Yuanba couldn't help but look at the Jun family.
The first possibility that came to his mind was that Wang Teng had been killed by Jun Xiaoyao.
"What are you looking at?" Jun Zhantian glared at him. He was not afraid at all.
Although the Wang family of the Northern Land was also a family of the Clan of the Ancients, the Jun family was one of the three imperial families of the Clan of the Ancients.
"Master, please calm down. Wang Teng might not have been killed by Jun Xiaoyao …" Some elders of the Wang family hurriedly advised.
Although they were also hostile to the Jun family, it was obviously not a good time to start a conflict with the Jun family.
Even if there was a conflict, the Wang family would not be able to gain any advantage.
On Zulong's side, the elders of Long Aotian's bloodline were all furious.
Although Long Aotian might have died because of the Bronze Immortal Palace.
They still felt that Jun Xiaoyao had something to do with it.
All in all, the death of the two geniuses had caused a huge uproar. Many forces present were talking about it.
"Was it really the Son Of God of the Jun family who killed them?"
"Not necessarily. It could also be the killing intent of the Bronze Immortal Palace."
"Yes, in the Bronze Immortal Palace, even the Saint Lords would die, let alone the geniuses of the younger generation."
"Then, do you think the Son Of God of the Jun family will follow in their footsteps?"
"That is possible. Although the Son Of God of the Jun family is invincible, it is only limited to the younger generation. In front of the strangeness of the Bronze Immortal Palace, it is not enough."
Many people were talking.
After the death of Long Aotian and Wang Teng, they all thought that Jun Xiaoyao's situation was not good.
At this moment, within the Bronze Immortal Palace.
Jun Xiaoyao also expected that the outside world would be in an uproar because of this.
But he didn't care at all. So what if they were killed?
The Wang family of the Northern Region and the Lair of Zulong did not have the guts to deal with him openly.
Next, Jun Xiaoyao began to collect the spoils of war.
After all, it was a fat and delicious leek.
Jun Xiaoyao picked up the Evil Dragon Ring and examined it.
There seemed to be some legacy resources of the Evil Dragon Emperor inside.
The Evil Dragon Emperor was a supreme being expert of the foreign Fallen Dragon Race bloodline. He most likely entered because of the Bronze Immortal Palace's legends.
In the end, he died and left behind a trace of his Remnant Will on the Evil Dragon Ring, which was obtained by Long Aotian.
Jun Xiaoyao was not interested in the Evil Dragon Emperor's legacy at all, but he still put it away in his spatial artifact.
Jun Xiaoyao was most interested in the Nine Great Heavenly Books on Long Aotian.
After searching for a while, he also obtained a dark golden scroll.
"As expected, it's one of the Nine Great Heavenly Books, the Space Book. But why is there only half?" Jun Xiaoyao looked for a while and shook his head slightly.
He was not too disappointed. After all, half a Space Book was also a great harvest.
Jun Xiaoyao was thinking that if he could gather all Nine Great Heavenly Books, would he be able to recreate the Immortal Path?
"Since ancient times, there has been almost no one who has gathered all Nine Great Heavenly Books. If all Nine Great Heavenly Books are combined, what will happen?" Jun Xiaoyao was curious.
He was not a collector, but the more Nine Great Heavenly Books he had, the better.
Now was not the time to study in the Bronze Immortal Palace, so Jun Xiaoyao also put away half a Space Book.
Then, Jun Xiaoyao activated the Heaven and Earth Furnace again to refine the Emperor Dragon's blood in Long Aotian's body.
It was safe to say that Jun Xiaoyao had dug up every single piece of meat he could find, without wasting a single bit of it.
Long Aotian's value was almost squeezed dry.
As for the legacy of the Ancient Void Dragon, Jun Xiaoyao was not interested in it at all.
Then, Jun Xiaoyao once again plundered Wang Teng's treasures.
Wang Teng had been lucky since he was young. He had obtained all kinds of treasures.
But Jun Xiaoyao was not interested in anything. After all, he had been treated the best since he was young. He had used all kinds of treasures.
The only thing on Wang Teng that caught Jun Xiaoyao's attention was the broken Ancient Imperial Weapon Talisman.
"Could this be an Ancient Emperor's weapon?" Jun Xiaoyao picked up the broken ancient talisman and looked at it.
Only half of the ancient talisman was left. It exuded an ancient aura. In the center of the ancient talisman was the word "tongue".
"No, this should only be half of a word. Could it be … chaos?" Jun Xiaoyao pondered.
Which Ancient Emperor had the word "chaos" in his name?
Jun Xiaoyao thought for a while, but did not have much idea.
He played with the broken ancient talisman for a while and understood a little of its mysteries.
"It was this broken ancient talisman that protected Wang Teng's shattered Primordial Spirit. It's a good defensive Ancient Emperor Weapon."
"If I get the complete ancient talisman, I might be able to recover my shattered Primordial Spirit," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
A complete ancient talisman was equivalent to having an extra life. It was a priceless treasure.
Jun Xiaoyao kept the ancient talisman. After tidying it up, he waved his hand. The Tou She Ancient Emperor Flame surged and burned Wang Teng and Long Aotian's bodies to ashes.
As for the ancient weapons that they had taken out, Jun Xiaoyao could not control them since they had lost the connection with their blood. So, he gave up on them.
"Now that I've dealt with these two ants, I can explore in peace." Jun Xiaoyao set off again.
Within the palace, everywhere they passed, there were still corpses everywhere.
Jun Xiaoyao heard the little girl's laughter again, which was as crisp as silver bells.
Jun Xiaoyao followed the sound of her laughter and went deeper. Finally, a bronze door appeared in the depths of the Bronze Immortal Palace.
This bronze door was tightly shut and looked extremely ancient.
Even if Jun Xiaoyao activated the ancient weapon, he could not break it open.
Then, Jun Xiaoyao noticed a circular groove in the middle of the bronze door.
"This is … the bronze compass?"
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
He took out the bronze compass and pressed it into the groove.
In an instant, the bronze door that had been sealed for eternity finally opened slowly.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
Jun Xiaoyao looked ahead. In front of him was a dust-filled palace. It was extremely spacious.
Opposite him was a series of bronze steps. On the steps, there was a bronze platform.
There was a wooden table on it.
A grimace mask covered in dust was placed quietly on the wooden table.
On the wall beside the wooden table, there was a yellowed picture scroll.
There was a blurry figure in the picture scroll. The face of the man in the picture was handsome and as warm as the sun. He looked very much like Jun Xiaoyao.
"That is …" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered.
Could the Bronze Immortal Palace be related to the grimace woman?
At this moment, there was a roar from the top of the palace.
There was a vast expanse of energy that was as thick as a mountain and as dense as clouds. Every strand of energy was black and yellow in color, and it could crush mountains.
"This is … the Qi of All Creation?" Jun Xiaoyao said in surprise.
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