Destiny Martial God

In the palace, in the death array!

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down completely, Yu Haoran signaled the tower spirit to end the soul possession technique and wanted to completely return to himself.

After the tower spirit's soul returned to his will and returned to himself.

Although he was instantly weak and could only use the purple stick in his hand to support his body, the floating meteorites under his feet were immediately replaced by the hard ground.

At the same time, the thousands of meteorites that were rushing in front of him disappeared one after another, and the endless starry sky returned to the palace he entered at the beginning.

At the end of the palace, on a large dragon chair, a remnant soul with a gloomy aura and a slightly dim body looked at him in disbelief.

"Impossible!"

Seeing Yu Haoran walking towards him, the remnant soul asked loudly in disbelief.

"This is simply impossible."

"Since the palace formation existed, there have been thousands of creatures that have entered the death formation, and no creature has ever been able to walk out of the death formation alive."

"How can a small ant in the realm of martial king break the death formation that is a combination of trapping formation, illusion formation and killing formation?"

Walking to the front of the dragon throne, looking at the remnant soul that still could not accept the reality, Yu Haoran could not help but sigh.

Afterwards, he did not kill the remnant soul, but stepped over the dragon throne and came to a painting hanging on the wall behind the dragon throne.

Looking up at the broken hand holding a long whip depicted in the portrait, Yu Haoran's eyes finally stayed on the long whip.

Mobilizing the Yuanli in the Dantian directly into the portrait.

Immediately afterwards, a suction force came from the portrait, directly sucking Yu Haoran, who was standing in front of the portrait, into the painting.

"Puff...!"

Just after entering the space of the portrait, the unimaginable terrifying pressure not only made him crawl directly on the ground, but also continuously vomited blood.

"Junior Yu Haoran, I greet the Qingju Martial Emperor and the Spirit of the Weapon Master!"

Unable to move due to the terrifying pressure, Yu Haoran could only reluctantly greet them through his mind.

But facing Yu Haoran's greeting with his mind, the terrifying pressure in the entire portrait space did not weaken at all, making Yu Haoran, who was crawling on the ground, unable to breathe, and even his sea of ​​consciousness and dantian began to suffer from the terrifying pressure.

"Junior spiritual cultivator, I greet the Qingju Martial Emperor and the Spirit of the Weapon Master!"

Using the remaining wisp of consciousness, Yu Haoran recalled his experience of following the strong man of the inheritance family into the portrait space in his previous life, and changed his origin to call him again before he fainted completely.

And just after Yu Haoran changed his origin to call him again, the terrifying pressure in the portrait space disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, an unimaginable pure spiritual energy not only reawakened Yu Haoran's consciousness, repaired the damaged sea of ​​consciousness, dantian and body, but also directly helped him rebuild his foundation, completely eliminating the fatal hidden dangers after the crazy improvement of his cultivation.

"Yu Haoran, the young spiritual cultivator, greets the Qingju Wudi and the Qiling Venerable!" Yu Haoran, who had completely recovered from his injuries, jumped up and said respectfully.

In response, the broken hand and the long whip did not respond.

Similarly, Yu Haoran did not care and continued to speak in a calm manner.

"Senior Qingju, I am oppressed by a powerful enemy. Not only am I about to lose my freedom, but I can't even protect my beloved woman."

"Helpless, I can only risk my life to enter the Star Tomb and go through many disasters to enter the portrait space. I beg you to help me."

In the face of Yu Haoran's sad story and sincere request for help, the broken hand still did not respond.

In response, Yu Haoran did not care, but took out the portrait obtained in the Danpu from the storage ring, opened it and continued to speak.

"I have encountered a chance against the will of heaven, and I will have the chance to meet the descendants of the senior in the future."

"If the senior agrees to help, I swear by the rules of heaven that I will personally return the portrait, the remains of the senior, and the supreme magic weapon to the hands of the senior's descendants in the future."

"If you break your oath because of greed, your soul will fall into hell forever."

After hearing the oath and promise given by Yu Haoran, the long whip originally held in the broken palm suddenly flew up and flew directly in front of him.

Facing the long whip that suddenly flew, Yu Haoran did not dodge, but looked very relaxed, looking at the long whip without a trace of tension.

But the tower spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness not only directly entered the domain tower, but also used the time law contained in the domain tower to completely hide in the space of the fault of the sea of ​​consciousness to avoid the inspection of the long whip magic weapon.

Feeling the guiltlessness and sincerity in Yu Haoran's emotions, the long whip automatically returned to the broken palm.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle force directly sent him out of the portrait space.

Then, the portrait originally hanging on the wall automatically flew up, rolled up, and finally fell into his palm.

Yu Haoran, who was holding the portrait tightly in his hand, tried desperately to suppress the endless joy in his heart, but when he thought of the meaning of the long whip in the portrait, the joy still made his face full of smiles.

"Impossible, this is impossible, how can anyone escape the death array arranged by the emperor!"

However, when the remnant soul still couldn't believe the questioning voice on the dragon throne in front of him, Yu Haoran suddenly woke up.

After taking a deep breath and barely calming down his excited emotions, he apologized to the portrait in his hand.

"Senior, if I keep holding the portrait like this, it will not only be inconvenient to act, but also worry about dirtying and damaging the portrait."

"So, I need to put the portrait in the storage ring for the time being!"

After apologizing, Yu Haoran waited for a while.

After finding that the portrait in his hand did not respond, he tried to put the portrait into an empty storage ring.

After finding that the portrait in the storage ring was lying there quietly without any radical behavior, Yu Haoran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, the broken hand and long whip in the portrait were too scary. It was not safe to hold them in his hands all the time, and he was worried about exposing his secrets.

Now, with a layer of storage ring space shielding, he felt much more at ease.

Then, he stepped over the dragon throne, intending to leave the palace and go to the military camp to find the three people who picked the stars.

But when he passed the remnant soul who was still questioning, he paused and a trace of pity flashed across his face.

Finally, he took out a few pills for restoring the soul from the storage ring, placed them on the dragon throne, and then used his body skills to leave the palace.

And at the moment when Yu Haoran left the palace, the remnant soul that had been chattering suddenly quieted down.

He looked up at the empty palace door, then looked down at the pill on the dragon throne, and the remnant soul muttered to himself.

"Boy, I wanted to mobilize the guards of the martial honor realm to deal with you, but since you are so filial, I will let you go for the time being."

After muttering to himself, the remnant soul swallowed the pill placed on the dragon throne, and then slowly disappeared on the dragon throne.