After Gong Qian'e made an introduction, several people discussed it and prepared to act.

When the five people stepped into the warning area of the spirit golem, the eyes of the "big horse monkey" and the "bantam tiger" opened with a "snap", and a green glow flashed away in the black crystal-like pupils.

Whoosh!

The next moment, the spirit golem burst out violently, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

"Do it!"

Gong Qian'e snorted lightly, and her finger pointed forward, and a circle of ripples appeared in the void in front of her, like a pebble thrown into the lake, and the ripples gradually spread outward.

For a while, the cold was overflowing.

The air seemed to condense, and the speed of the two spirit golems slowed down instantly.

Almost at the same time, the other four were in their own hands.

Lu Wuyi made a big show on his body, and used a style of "phoenix wings soaring to the sky", and the fiery phoenix struck at the "big horse monkey".

Mo Yang threw out a bracelet-like black spirit ring, and the spirit ring instantly became a size of a ruler, "buzzing" and spinning, and the black mangs flashed into the "big horse monkey".

Yang Ming and Nanshan Zhenjun attacked the "Bantam Tiger".

Nanshan Zhenjun stabbed the wooden staff, and Yang Ming threw his fist out, hitting the "Bantam Tiger" almost in no particular order. ”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four violent roars sounded, and the "Big Horse Monkey" and "Bantam Tiger" flew out upside down to the left and right at the same time.

Although these two spirit puppets are at the level of half-step path people, they are only spirit puppets, and they don't know any secret magic powers, so they can only exert the lowest level of strength of half-step path people.

"Whoosh!"

Without the slightest pause, the figures of the five people took the opportunity to rush by, stepping into the gate of the Hall of Enlightenment like a whirlwind.

In front of everyone was a magnificent temple. Luxuriously furnished.

The five of them glanced at each other, and they all saw vigilance and vigilance in each other's eyes.

"Let's find it separately. Whoever mentions it belongs to whom. After a moment of silence, Nanshan Zhenren spoke first.

"Good. ”

The remaining four nodded. They each chose a direction and separated very tacitly.

Yang Ming walked to the left, aiming for a picture scroll hanging on the wall, a picture scroll that can be appreciated by Taoists, naturally it is not a simple thing.

After observing for a while, Yang Ming tentatively stretched out his hand, and the scroll floated down very lightly.

"Daoyun!"

As soon as the painting scroll was started, Yang Ming felt a very faint, but shocking aura that made Mo Ming shock.

"Farmer Figure!"

The scroll depicts an old farmer swinging his hoe to loosen the soil. The painting is not delicate, and at first glance it looks ordinary, but if you study it carefully, the more you look at it, the more you can feel that it has a deep meaning, and people can't help but indulge in it.

"Hoo ......"

Yang Ming let out a long breath, retracted his mind, broke away from the Dao Yun of the picture scroll, and glanced at the inscription of the picture scroll, leaving the name Baicao Daoren.

"Baicao Dao people. Could it be that this is the author of this painting?"

Yang Ming had a thought in his heart, and then put away the scroll again. Now is not the time to study it.

At this moment, there was a muffled "bang", and the door of the Hall of Enlightenment was slammed shut.

"Not good. ”

Yang Ming's heart was inexplicably clever. A bad premonition suddenly rose, and then he subconsciously turned his head to look at the corner of the main hall where the miscellaneous items were stored.

Gong Qian'e was standing there, half-bowed. The look was strange.

In front of her, a reddish-brown tree stump appeared at some point. The color is heavy, like dried blood.

The stump is only about three feet high, but the roots are very well developed. At first glance, it looks a bit like a squid.

At this time, the stump is suspended at a height of one foot above the ground, and the roots are strangely windless.

"Hahaha, the little girl is doing well, the old man will reward you well. An old laugh rang out, loud and bold, but the tone was slightly unnatural.

On the surface of the stump, an image of a human face appeared, the meridians of the face were clearly visible, and the mouth opened and closed - it was from it that the voice just came out, and the scene was very terrifying.

"It's him. Yang Ming's heart moved, the appearance of this person's face was exactly the same as the appearance of the farmer in "Farmer's Picture".

Nanshan Zhenjun asked in a deep voice: "What does Gong Daoyou mean by this, and should I explain it in the next one." ”

Mo Yang and Lu Wuyi also looked at her with burning eyes.

Gong Qian'e didn't make the slightest movement, just half-bowed, facing the blood-colored stake like a servant, and several people couldn't see her expression.

"The old man said that Baicao, it is an honor to be my blood food, come here. The face on the blood-colored stake said indifferently, and there was a sense of condescension in his tone.

"Daoist!" several people changed color.

As he spoke, a tendrel poked out, stretching longer and longer, and stabbed towards Lu unintentionally.

"Phoenix wings soaring into the sky!"

Lu Wuyi had already gathered momentum, and after a low snort, the red mangs around him turned into a red phoenix bird and struck at the blood-colored wooden stake.

I saw that the roots of the blood-colored stake twisted flexibly, and whipped towards the red phoenix bird like a long whip.

With a "flutter", the roots waved past the phoenix bird without any hindrance, and the phoenix bird was immediately divided into two halves, and the next moment it turned into a sky of flames and dispersed.

Lu Wuyi didn't have any surprise on his face, and after performing the secret technique, he threw out a palm-sized red disc without saying a word, as if he had long expected that his secret technique would be defeated by the other party.

At the same time, he slapped his chest, spurted out a stream of essence blood from his mouth and sprinkled it on the red disc, and shouted softly: "Disease!"

"Zizi" made a loud noise.

The red disc rotated around and became seven feet in size, changing from static to slashing at the roots that probed out.

Smack!

The slender roots shook in the air, and they struck the red disc three times in succession, and after three blows, the red disc was knocked out.

Lu Wuyi's color changed suddenly, and he didn't even care about collecting the red disc, and hurriedly swept back.

But his retreat was far less rapid than the tendrils extended, and he was caught up by the tendrils almost in the blink of an eye.

"Poof!"

The next moment, the roots pierced into the top of Lu Wuyi's head and plunged in.

Lu Wuyi's body shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it turned into a dried corpse with just one breath.

That's a long story. But from beginning to end, it ended in an instant.

"Hahaha, what a delicious blood food. These nutrients are enough for the old man to live another hundred years. Hahaha, it's your turn. The faces on the blood-colored stake burst into laughter.

The voice fell. Genshu shook off Lu Wuyi's dry corpse mercilessly, and struck at Yang Ming, who was closest to him.

At this moment, Nanshan Zhenjun and Mo Yang set off at the same time, and instead of attacking the blood-colored stake, they rushed towards the direction of the temple gate.

"Phew!"

The slender roots passed over Yang Ming's figure.

The next moment, Yang Ming's figure slowly faded like an ink painting until it disappeared.

The one pierced by the roots was only an afterimage, but Yang Ming's body appeared in the main hall, in a corner opposite the blood-colored stake.

"Huh. This is...... Spatial supernatural powers!" the face on the blood-colored stake snorted in some surprise.

Even Gong Qian'e couldn't help but raise her head, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

Nanshan Zhenjun and Mo Yang came to the palace gate and pushed towards the palace gate vigorously, but the palace gate seemed to be integrated with the main hall, without the slightest movement.

Seeing this, Nanshan Zhenjun and Mo Yang used their means at the same time, wanting to break out of the door with violence.

Bang!

The attack of the two hit the temple door, and the door shook twice, but it still did not open.

This side. The root whisker was unsuccessful, and decisively abandoned Yang Ming and leaned towards the two people in front of the gate.

Whoosh!

Nanshan Zhenjun and Mo Yang seemed to have eyes behind them, and their figures flashed. It shot out to both sides at the same time like lightning bolts.

The roots shook, and without any hesitation, he chased in the direction of Mo Yang.

"Wuyang Earthquake Ring, go!"

Swift travel. Mo Yang shook his left forearm, and a black bracelet on his wrist came out. It spun in the air, sending up a phantom that slammed into the tendrils.

Meanwhile. Nanshan Zhenjun, who shot out, shouted: "Ye Daoyou, quickly strike with the old man to get rid of this demon, otherwise you will be broken by this fang." After the matter was completed, the old man did not take any of the treasures in the hall, and all of them belonged to Ye Daoyou. ”

Yang Ming didn't seem to hear his shout, and stayed in the corner like a stone statue, without the slightest reaction.

As he spoke, Nanshan Zhenjun had already thrown out the wooden staff in his hand, and the wooden staff was nailed towards the blood-colored wooden stake like a needle of the sea god.

"Buzz!"

The blood-colored stake rose up and released a pale red curtain of light, and the wooden staff hit the light curtain, making a sound of coals of fire entering the water.

The wooden staff pierced through the light curtain, and then stopped after three feet of depth, half of which remained outside the light curtain and half inside the light curtain.

"Hey, Sword Sandalwood Daomu! This old man is a good chance, the old man has never gotten a sword sandalwood in his lifetime, it is really a terrible thing to stay in your hands, so give it to the old man." The face on the blood-colored stake said excitedly.

As if affected by the human face, the roots squirmed rapidly, tightly wrapped the wooden staff that had pierced into the light curtain, and pulled inward.

Nanshan Zhenjun suddenly changed color, pinched several magic tricks in his hand, tried his best but failed to take back the wooden staff, and shouted urgently: "The old man has entangled this fang, Ye Daoyou quickly made a move." ”

Yang Ming snorted coldly in his heart, he saw his trick clearly, and naturally he would not be fooled.

The other side.

Root whiskers whipped the black ring a few times in succession, swinging the ring away and continuing to chase after Mo Yang.

"That's it, that's it, Demon Thunder, go!"

Mo Yang's eyes flashed, and he took out two black thistles from his arms, showing a trace of pain on his face, and threw the thistles in his hand backwards.

This thing is called the Demon Thunder, it is a one-time magic weapon, the energy torrent generated after the explosion of the Demon Thunder can instantly turn the top Perfect True Monarch into ashes, even if it is a spirit treasure, it is difficult to preserve it under the explosive power of the Demon Thunder.

During his last expedition, Mo Yang obtained three Demon Thunderbolts in an ancient ruin, one of which he used a few years ago, and now he only has two left in his hand.

This time, Mo Yang threw out the two Demon Thunders together.

The thistle made two arcs in the air, one shooting towards the blood-colored stake, and the other flying straight towards the gate of the Hall of Enlightenment.

Boom! Boom!

Two thunderous voices rang out.

After the Demon Thunder exploded, it emitted a black light, and a terrifying torrent of energy instantly poured out.

Nanshan Zhenjun's face changed suddenly, and he didn't care about fighting with the blood-colored stake for the sword sandalwood Dao Wood, and without saying a word, he used his fastest speed to shoot backwards.

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and looked sideways.

After the explosion, the pale red light curtain had disappeared, nearly half of the blood-colored stake had disappeared, the fractured surface seemed to have been eaten by ants, and the ground was covered with a layer of broken wood chips and broken roots.

Nanshan Zhenjun's wooden staff was nailed to the wall behind the blood-colored wooden stake, and in the explosion just now, the wooden staff was not damaged at all.

Another demonic thunderbolt slammed into the gate of the Hall of Enlightenment, blasting the door open.

After the second explosion, Nanshan Zhenjun and Mo Yang flashed their bodies at the same time and swept away in the direction of the temple gate.

"Ah, if you dare to hurt the old man, let me die!" cried the man on the blood-colored stake in a frenzy.

As he spoke, another tendrel shot out, stabbing towards Mo Yang with a breaking wind.

At this time, Mo Yang was only less than ten zhang away from the entrance of the Enlightenment Palace, and a happy smile had already appeared on his face, and he was about to rush out of the hall in the next moment.

At the moment when Mo Yang was about to step out of the main hall, a cyan light curtain appeared on the door of the hall, and the black-clothed young man who crashed into the light curtain flew out.

"Flutter!"

The roots of the blood-colored stake caught up with Mo Yang at this moment, and the tips of the roots pierced from the top of his head.

"Hahaha, give me death, I want to devour all your flesh and blood to make up for the old man's damage. The face of the blood-colored stake shouted menacingly.

Zizi ......

Mo Yang's body twitched twice, and he was also sucked into a dry corpse by the blood-colored wooden stake after Lu unintentionally.

"Bang bang bang!"

Nanshan Zhenjun rushed to the door of the main hall and raised his hand to shoot out several pillars of brown light, causing ripples on the cyan light curtain.

But that's all there is to it.

Seeing Mo Yang dead, Nanshan Zhenjun suddenly became anxious and shouted loudly: "Ye Daoyou, come and help me, only you and I can have a glimmer of life together." ”

Yang Ming sneered and said, "Could it be that Zhenjun is deceiving me to be young and ignorant? I'm afraid that escaping from the main hall will be when I die." ”

Nanshan Zhenjun said with a puzzled expression: "Why did Ye Daoyou say that. ”

Yang Ming sneered: "On the way here, I found that someone was following behind me, and I don't know who they are following." Until Zhenjun killed the giant beast outside the cave and secretly left a mark, I knew it was all your idea. These people are afraid that they have already been ambushed outside the temple, and they are waiting to be caught in the net. ”

Nanshan Zhenjun's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said fiercely: "Since Ye Daoyou knows, he should understand that if there is no old man to help, you will only have a dead end." If you obey the old man's orders now, when you get out, the old man will naturally let you live. ”

Yang Ming sneered and said, "Ye is alive or dead, I'm afraid you can't see it anymore." ”

As the two spoke, the roots of the blood-colored stake had already thrown Mo Yang away and stabbed towards Nanshan Zhenjun.

Nanshan Zhenjun's face was ruthless, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Yang Ming, while wanting to lead the water to the east, he shouted: "Ask the ancestors of Baicao to spare their lives, what Gong Daoyou can do, the old man can do." ”

The other party didn't pay attention to him at all, and the root beard quickly caught up with Nanshan Zhenjun, and sucked him into a human stem with ease. (To be continued......)