"Can you find a way to find out?" he said, his voice gloomy.

The bronze ancient mirror shook his head very humanely, meaning that concubines can't do it.

"What does the old Taoist want you for? useless things!" The cloaked man had an extremely violent temper, and with a wave of his sleeves, he threw the bronze ancient mirror away, and the terrifying power directly tore it apart, and fell to the ground in pieces.

A surprising thing happened, after the bronze mirror was broken into seventeen or eighteen pieces, the fragments actually moved and combined, and soon pieced together into a mirror full of cracks, and then the light flashed, all the cracks disappeared, and the bronze mirror was still brand new and flawless.

It's just that it was very afraid of the cloaked man, and shrank in the corner, shivering, silent, and looked very aggrieved, like a little girl who had been bullied.

The cloaked man was very irritable, walking around, wandering from side to side, very anxious.

"It's not certain if he was killed by this magic spell, but serious injuries are inevitable, but it's also not certain that he has no way to remedy it, so you can't hope that his strength will be weakened. As he pondered, his mouth muttered, and suddenly his body suddenly stopped, and he raised his head, and a pair of eyes behind the golden mask were hideous and terrifying, "I must have been prepared......

"Get here!" he suddenly turned his head and shouted into the bronze mirror.

The bronze ancient mirror flinched, but he didn't dare to disobey at all, and flew over tremblingly, waiting for the reprimand.

"Go to the influence of that old man. He commanded in a cold voice.

The mirror light rippled, and soon, Wu You's image was presented in the picture, only to see him wandering outside a black palace, unable to enter, his expression was very gloomy, and he was a little angry.

The cloaked man stared at Wu You for a long time, then suddenly straightened up, his eyes hesitating and struggling, but after thinking of the terrifying combat power of Wang Fan's two swords to slaughter the dragon, his eyes immediately became firm and made up his mind.

"Perhaps, this was supposed to be the last resort, and it was a last resort, but Lao Dao was already frightened by this kid, and this time even if he sacrificed the evil eye, he would be completely wiped out. His voice was hoarse and murderous, "If you dare to spoil my good deeds repeatedly, I will make you pay a heavy price, except for my little Tengyu, you all have to die!"

The dark voice echoed in the dark corridors, eerie and terrifying, like a ghost screaming in the shadows all the time, which was terrifying.

……

Wu You's heart was unprecedentedly irritable, and the initial passion and excitement had been diluted a lot by the anger after the disappointment.

He finally came to the "Temple" and realized his nine-story plan, but he was blocked at this last step, and he lingered here for a long time, no matter what method he used, he could not open the door of the "Temple", and he always stopped outside the door.

This made him mad with rage, and he had finally come to this point, and he had sacrificed so much and paid such a great price, should he be allowed to return empty-handed?

"No! Absolutely intolerable! I am the chosen son, the most loyal servant of the barbarian gods, and I should inherit the inheritance of the barbarian gods! No one can stop me, the holy relics are mine, I want eternal life, I want to achieve the supreme throne!"

Wu You was crazy to the extreme, his face was hideous and terrifying, he roared at the void in all directions, at the rugged black stone wall, at the white stone ghost statue in front of the temple, to vent the anger and resentment in his heart.

"I've waited for 60 years, 60 years! I will never fail again this time, and whoever stops me will die!"

Sixty years, one Jiazi, how many Jiazi can a person have in his life? The desire hidden in his heart for 60 years has long turned his heart into the dirtiest ghost.

In the past 60 years, he has abandoned his wife and children, killed his brothers, betrayed his companions, stabbed his friends, and in order to realize his crazy desires, he did not hesitate to turn himself into the most sinful person, and he could not even be called a man, because what he did in his life was probably shameless even for beasts.

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment, and if he had turned away the temple for which he had worked all his life, wouldn't it be the most ridiculous joke in the world?

Just as he was going berserk, a mutation happened.

Boom –

The tall stone door of the temple suddenly opened, and the two stone doors carved with various demonic patterns opened slowly, little by little, and a thin golden light came out from the inside, so brilliant that people couldn't open their eyes.

Wu You was stunned, his old face seemed to glow, his eyes were full of piety, looking at the slowly opening temple door, seeing it like a pair of open arms, it was the eternal barbarian god who opened his arms to him, to embrace him and introduce him to the kingdom of God.

The dazzling golden light widened and lengthened, and Wu You stood in it, as if bathed in divine light and received baptism.

Finally, when the entire space was filled with golden light, the door of the temple was completely open, and a radiant staircase actually extended down from inside, shining with golden light, bright and dazzling, like substance, more than 100 meters high, a total of 999 steps, all the way to the feet of Wu You.

"Woo~"

Wu You was actually in tears, this great wicked man knelt down outside the temple, crying like a child in February, his face was even older than Wang Fan's distorted, wrinkles were stacked, and he was extremely ugly.

"The barbarian god is above, the sixty-seventh generation of the white-clothed priest, see you in Wuyou, the white-clothed priest is your most heartfelt servant, and now the inheritance will be extinct, I beg the barbarian god to be merciful, allow me to enter the temple to take eternal life, continue the inheritance, the white-clothed priest has done his best for the barbarian god, and he will die!" Wu You's voice was sonorous and powerful, his eyes were full of tears, his body trembled with excitement, and every word contained loyalty and respect.

The cloaked man almost burst into tears...... Alas, what a good child, how faithful, how touching, the barbarian gods have been silent for tens of thousands of years, and it is not easy to have such a pious servant.

"Well, it's okay, for your sake, I'll make your death a little more colorful. The cloaked man looked emotional, eager to sing a song on the spot, he buttoned his nostrils and muttered to himself, "It's a white-clothed priest, no matter how low-level, there is also a trace of brute divine power in his body, and there should be no problem with the fusion of the evil eye." Good boy, I was worried that I didn't have a way to deal with that little demon, so you sent it to the door to solve the problems of the old way, I haven't been so moved for many years. ”

Seeing that Wu You was still kneeling, with a respectful appearance, he reacted, cleared his throat, and his voice became majestic and loud, mixed with a very terrifying and vast aura.

"Good! Xu Ru will live forever, give you an inheritance, and enter the palace to take it!"

Wu You was overjoyed, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and shouted in his mouth: "Xie Longen!"

(End of chapter)