Chapter 1190

The windows are so hard that even weapons can't be smashed open. Is this still made of glass?

Among the disciples of the Destiny Palace, there was someone who had more knowledge and took the initiative to explain.

"Although Wentian Pavilion is a brick and wood building, it cannot be destroyed by external force.

It seems to be a special method, and the force is distributed to every part of the building.

There are so many windows in the Tiange Pavilion, unless you have the strength to smash all the windows at the same time, you can't open just one window. "

"It's just smashing all the windows, how difficult is this, don't forget that we are now strong in the False God Realm."

As he said that, the disciple of the Destiny Palace just now put his hands on his chest, preparing to use his kung fu to mobilize the power of the stars.

But with this transfer, his face turned pale instantly, and his whole body froze.

"Master Star Master, I... I can't do my exercises anymore!"

Upon hearing this, other Tianming Palace disciples also tried, and then they all screamed.

"I can't get lucky!"

"Me too, Qi Jin didn't respond, and the power of heaven and earth didn't respond either!"

"God, I can't feel the power of the stars!"

"It's over, haven't we become ordinary people!"

The left palm star officer raised his hand to signal: "Shut up, why panic!"

Hearing the words of Master Star Master, the disciples gradually calmed down and listened to the next content in a panic.

"Now let me tell you the specific mission of this visit.

The Supreme Destiny has something to say, the ax handle of the divine soldier Destiny is hidden in the Wentian Pavilion.

And our ultimate goal is to obtain the handle of the ax and bring it back to Chentian Wonderland.

Every piece of divine weapon has a magic-breaking effect, whether it is strong or weak, and the handle of the ax of destiny will of course also have the power of breaking magic.

When Gan Yunzong collected the handle of the axe, he must have used some method to let the power of breaking the law fill the entire Wentian Pavilion.

You can't use your energy, but it proves that the handle of the ax is here, and our goal is not wrong. "

As he said that, the Star Officer Left Palm took out a black iron short stick, and activated the magic mechanism on the short stick to change the length of the stick from one foot to five feet.

"Let's cheer up, it's a good thing if you can't practice your kung fu.

You have become ordinary people, and the elders of Qianyunzong will also become ordinary people.

When the two sides play against each other later, it depends on their respective skill levels. "

Encouraged by the star official Zuo Zhang, the disciples of the Destiny Palace regained their confidence.

Master Xingguan is right, with the power of breaking the law covering the Wentian Pavilion, no one can perform kung fu.

What is the most important thing for ordinary people to fight in groups?

Two o'clock!

One is the number of people, and the other is weapons!

Everyone is good at weapons, and Tianming Palace also brought magic weapons here.

As for the number of people, there are less than 20 elders of Qian Yunzong, and the two teams of Tianming Palace add up to 80 people.

As the saying goes, when the master is beaten to death with random punches, more people beat fewer people, which is very advantageous.

"Go upstairs and support Mo Junrong!"

Led by the Star Officer Left Palm, a group of people carried weapons and stepped up the stairs aggressively.

At this time, on the 76th floor of Wentian Pavilion, Mo Junrong, Hong Rang, and 36 other disciples of Tianming Palace were rummaging for something that looked like an ax handle.

They ran from the first floor to the seventy-sixth floor, and they saw a lot of things with ax handles.

Hand it all over to Hong Rang, and put it away in a star melting box.

Gradually, Mo Junrong felt that something was wrong, and there was always an idea in his heart that was about to move.

So far, more than one hundred ax-handled objects have been found.

But none of them showed a magical meaning.

According to the plan, all these things should be brought back to Chentian Wonderland.

Then check one by one to find the real ax handle.

But Mo Junrong always felt that these things were all fakes.

He asked himself, if he were the patriarch of Qianyunzong, where would he hide the handle of the axe of the divine soldier Tianming?

Randomly placed on a display shelf like this?

Or throw it in a box?

If he were the Patriarch of Qianyun Sect, he would definitely hide the handle of the ax in an extremely safe place.

Regardless of whether the secret of the ax handle will be passed on or not, and how things in the Tian Pavilion change, the ax handle can be preserved without risk.

Thinking of this,

Mo Junrong looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the beams and pillars.

Whether it is a wooden box or a display rack, they can be moved.

If it is damaged, Qian Yunzong will definitely replace it with a new one.

There is only one thing here, which has not been replaced after thousands of years, and that is Wentian Pavilion itself.

He went to the landing and felt for the banister and the steps.

The wooden boards of the stairs are of different colors, some are old and moldy, and some are relatively new.

It seems that the wooden boards in the Wentian Pavilion will be regularly repaired by Qianyunzong.

The only things that have not been repaired are these ancient beams and walls.

Perhaps, the handle of the axe of the Divine Soldier of Destiny is hidden in a certain brick wall or a certain beam.

He looked up and began to carefully observe the structure of Wentian Pavilion.

There are eight pillars on each floor, all of which are close to the wall and stand in eight directions.

On the top of the eight pillars, the beams form an octagon and connect with each other.

Then, another eight beams extend from the position of the pillars and converge to the center of the pavilion.

In the center of the ceiling is a seven-foot-diameter wooden disc that holds the converging beams.

Mo Junrong narrowed his eyes slowly. If he were himself, he would definitely hide the handle of the ax in the center.

Only in this way can the most comprehensive protection of the building be obtained.

He kicked over a display rack, jumped onto it in two or three steps, raised the firestone long sword and stabbed the wooden disc in the center of the ceiling.

Dang, Dang, the sword tip collided with the wood and sparks were produced, leaving only a light white mark on the surface of the wood.

Through the strength from the counter-shock, Mo Junrong knew that the building of Wentian Pavilion had special protection, similar to the energy barrier of a cultivator.

It made him even more excited!

You guessed it right, these parts protected by special powers are the main body of the Wentian Pavilion that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Only when the handle of the ax is hidden in the main body is it safe enough.

This is the seventy-sixth floor, the handle of the ax is definitely not here, it is probably hidden at the highest point of Wentian Pavilion.

"You continue to search layer by layer. I will go to the top floor to have a look first. Maybe there may be something directly."

Hong Rang asked: "Brother Mo, if you go to the top floor, what will you do here?"

"You take care of it, I believe in your ability."

After finishing speaking, Mo Junrong hurried up the stairs and disappeared without waiting for Hong Rang to reply.

Seeing Mo Junrong leave, Hong Rang scratched his head in embarrassment, turned around and smiled awkwardly at the other disciples.

"I'm not as smart as senior brother Mo, please bear with me, if you have any opinions, you can raise them."

After a while, they finished the seventy-sixth floor and were about to go upstairs to the seventy-seventh floor.

Just then, they heard hurried footsteps downstairs.

When I pricked up my ears, the sound of footsteps was very dense, and there were a lot of people!

All eyes turned to Hong Rang, waiting for him to speak.

"Um... Take a good position and get ready to fight!"

The Destiny Palace disciples looked at each other a few times, drew their weapons and approached the stairs, forming a small encirclement circle.

Those who rushed up the stairs were of course the elders of Qianyunzong. When they passed the fifty floors just now, they saw traces of fierce fighting.

On the wreckage-strewn ground lay a broken body.

The head of the corpse rolled aside, and the face turned out to be Ming Siqiu.