Actually...... So fast!

Zhan Lu was completely unprepared for what was happening in front of her, and she and Ah Zhen Niangzi watched in horror as Ming Yijun's spirit began to loom. His figure flashed a few times, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to Zhan Lu, but not even the slightest sound could reach Zhan Lu's ears.

Ah Zhen Niangzi just woke up, and she didn't know what had happened before, but after all, she was also well-informed, and as soon as she saw Ming Yijun's current condition, she knew that it was not his original body who was here at this time. She knew something must have happened, but she was still a little overwhelmed by such a sudden situation, and her eyes widened and she didn't know what to do in this situation.

Although Zhan Lu knew the ins and outs of Yiqiē very well, the sudden occurrence of such a thing in front of her eyes still made her panic. She tried to shake his hand, but her fingers couldn't touch anything, as if they were just passing through a mist.

Ming Yijun also extended his hand to her, but they couldn't reach each other. Therefore, Zhan Lu could only watch as Ming Yijun's figure flickered continuously, and then disappeared completely, not even leaving a trace in the wine shop.

It's like he's never been back.

His sudden departure seemed to drain the last bit of strength from Zhan Lu's body, and she sat down on the ground at once, tears streaming uncontrollably.

But it was said that on the side of the temple, the situation had reached a very critical moment. The Immortal Palace sent twelve immortals into the temple in an attempt to destroy Ming Yijun's body. Even hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers were deployed outside the palace, and they made up their minds to strangle Ming Yijun here.

Since Pangu opened up the world, the temple has already existed. It was not built by some god or man, but only existed. No one can say what kind of existence the temple is, it seems to be a concrete embodiment of the invisible and untouchable way of heaven, which makes people understand that it is indeed there.

Normally, the temple chooses its visitors, and with the exception of the ancient gods, only those who were originally born in response to the Heavenly Way can enter the temple. The rest, no matter how strong they were, could not open the doors of the temple. This is also the reason why the immortals in the Heavenly Palace have locked the four murderers in the temple for seven years, but they have never dared to act rashly.

However, this time, it was about the immortals in the Heavenly Palace who learned that Ming Yijun's divine soul had left his body, and realized that this was a great opportunity to get rid of Ming Yijun, and they didn't want to miss it at all, so they used spells that they would never normally use, so that the immortals could confuse the perception of the temple and enter the temple.

This spell is extremely taxing on the body, so it can be called a forbidden spell. If the immortals who enter the temple do not come out within the predetermined time, they will be crushed by this burden, and those who are strict will even lose their lives. Even if they were able to get out of the temple on time, this burden would make the immortals who entered the temple unable to use spells for several years, becoming indistinguishable from mortals.

Most of the immortals in the Heavenly Palace have cultivated for countless years, and after going through thousands of difficulties and dangers, they have become the Great Dao to obtain the immortal urn, ascend to the Heavenly Palace and become immortals, and obtain the body of immortality and immortality, so they will naturally not give it up lightly. Moreover, although there are many immortals in the Heavenly Palace, there are not many who can really be called combat power. The fact that twelve people were able to be sent this time shows that the Heavenly Palace really cherishes this opportunity.

However, the four murderers who were born since the opening of heaven and earth will not be slaughtered by others.

The moment the first immortal stepped into the temple with his left foot and stepped on the ground in the temple, the Chaos Monarch who was sitting in the temple with his eyes closed immediately felt the vibration.

"It's coming. He said.

He didn't sit up from the futon, he just listened to the footsteps coming from the door and began to count:

One, two, three......

From the day they were locked up here, they knew that this day would definitely come. The wisdom of the Seejun beyond a qiē creature gave him insight into this. Locking them up was definitely not the ultimate goal of the immortals in the Heavenly Palace. He knew that their ultimate goal was to strangle all four murderers.

The footsteps continued, and the gentleman was unmoved, still counting slowly:

…… Fourth, fifth, sixth......

The lifespan of the four murderers was endless, and they also possessed extremely powerful power. Their longevity and strength are innate, given by the Heavenly Dao. As long as they can kill the four murderers, the Heavenly Dao will redistribute the power they originally had, and the Heavenly Palace can also take this opportunity to expand its own power.

…… Seven...... There are really a lot of people sent by the Heavenly Palace, maybe they finally realized that just a few so-called heavenly soldiers who seem to be scraps of paper can't help them at all...... Eight...... No, no, it's not accurate to say that, the Heavenly Soldiers they sent last time were obviously just here to test.

The Emperor knew what those immortals in the Heavenly Palace thought, and in his opinion, they were simply stupid. Not only is their idea difficult to realize, but even if it does, it is tantamount to killing chickens and eggs, and in the long run, it will not do them any good. However, taking the initiative to make this point clear to the Heavenly Palace was undoubtedly a provocation, and it would only give them more reason to continue their actions.

…… Nine...... No matter how stupid the Heavenly Palace Immortals' ideas were, this time they really didn't seem to underestimate the strength of the Four Fierce Spirits...... Ten...... If there are too many people, you may end up in a bitter battle...... Eleven...... A place like a temple is really not suitable for fighting, and no one can tell what will happen when fighting here......

Twelve.

Counting to the last person, there were no new footsteps behind him, and the king suddenly opened his eyes and commanded:

"Eat, you go and wake up Mingyi. ”

He was reclining on the couch next to him and napping, but when he heard the call of the king, he suddenly woke up from his dream, and began to complain:

"That guy Mingyi, a woman who is actually obsessed with humans, is simply a ghost. The temple was originally a good place to have fun, but he had to find his little lover, which caused Lao Tzu to sleep unsteadily day and night. ”

Among the three people left here, Devouring has been responsible for guarding Ming Yijun's body. Ming Yijun doesn't know where to be merry and happy, but he has to do such a boring job, so it's no wonder he complains.

Although he wanted to complain, he also knew that this matter was not trivial, if those damned immortals were to get their hands on it, so that the four murderers would be one less murderer, but it would be very bad. Therefore, it is better to hurry up and call Ming Yijun.

Ming Yijun's body was properly placed on the Yin mat in the corner of the room, and although his soul was gone, he still had a ruddy face and a life-like expression. The clothes on his body are gorgeous and neat, and his appearance has a special brilliance.

At this time, he was in the realm between life and death, a state that could only be realized so lightly in the temple.

Although he got up to call Ming Yijun, he was unhappy in his heart, so he didn't want to call him well, but just kicked Ming Yijun's body lying on the side, and shouted at him:

"The Soul is back!"

This sentence is a spell commonly used by Chu Wu when summoning spirits in the past. At that time, if there was a king who was seriously ill and the soul did not know where to go, Chu Wu would stand in front of him and chant in a strange language, the original incantation was very long, Chu Wu wanted to confide in the soul about the horrors of the Quartet, calling him back to this warmer and sweeter home.

This kind of spiritualism is no longer used by people today, but it will not be less powerful because of this. Even a god like Ming Yijun sometimes gets lost and needs human guidance. He didn't remember the whole long sentence, and he didn't want to put effort into practicing it. However, before Ming Yijun left, they had agreed that if something happened, they would use this sentence to call him back.

After screaming, Ming Yijun didn't wake up immediately. He wasn't in a hurry, he just sat cross-legged and waited patiently. But the gentleman had already stood up, drew his sword and looked around.

You don't usually use a sword. However, today he actually had to face twelve immortals, and he felt that it was necessary to draw his sword once. The sword of the Emperor is very special, it is a three-foot-long piece of ice. The blade is thin and extremely clear, and when illuminated by the light, it will refract a wonderful light. This section of ice was personally found by the Emperor from the top of Kunlun Mountain, and then thrown into the crater of Changbai, forging it into a sword. The ice and snow that melted during the sword forging extinguished all the fire in the Changbai crater, turning it into a pool of water.

If you hit someone with this sword, the chill of the sword will sink into that person's heart.

He didn't name his sword, it was a nameless sword, but it was stronger than all the swords that had names.

The Seeking and the Devouring Monarch both occupy their respective positions, and only Weijijun remains silent. He still sat there, slowly eating the grapes that the spirits who served him in the temple.

Since there is a gentleman guarding the door, Mingyi's body is also watching. Then there was no need for him to get up.

The twelve immortals stepped into the temple with great caution, a place that none of them had ever set foot in, so they needed to be extremely cautious. As soon as their feet touched the floor of the temple, they immediately felt a heavy force pressing down on them. It is conceivable that if the effect of the spell were to disappear, this terrible pressure would be enough to crush them to pieces.

However, since these immortals can be selected to come here, they will naturally not be idle. This pressure is not enough to crush them, at most it makes their shoulders heavier. Even if they were pressed by such power, they were still much lighter than ordinary mortals.

There is a luxury in the heavenly palace that is not in the world, and the intoxicating scene in the temple is by no means comparable to the heavenly palace. The immortals who were originally well-informed should also be amazed when they come to such a place.

The elves serving in the temple had never seen so many people enter at the same time, and in fact, they had barely seen humanoid creatures before Ming Yijun and them arrived. Most of the gods who came here in the past were ancient gods, and their appearance was very different from that of humans, often with human heads and snake bodies or more bizarre appearances.

The elves gathered around with great curiosity to serve the new guests, but one of the immortals in the procession, dressed in red robes and with bright lips, swung his sword and slashed at the elves to pieces.

The elves screamed and fled, but they could not escape the fate of being smashed, they were disembodied and turned into smoke when they were chopped up.

The sword of the immortal was clean, and there was no stain on it from smashing the elf. He looked down at his sword, and as if sorry for it, he gently pursed his brightly colored lips.

As they walked on, the temple seemed like a vast labyrinth, with all sorts of similar and different rooms confusing. But the labyrinth always has an end, time is not particularly short, and the immortals know that they will always find the end they are looking for.

At last they saw that the door of the room in front of them was hidden, and through the crack in the door, they could see the wide black sleeves fluttering in the wind.

This is it.