Chapter 82: The Temple of Scheming

Regardless of Ling'er's objections, Sang Ya snatched the ivory box from Guan Xiangli's secret room, held the ghost, and went to the Brown Blood Pool to see Nangong Xiang together.

Walking to the location of the original brown blood pool, she was surprised to find that on this special night, the deep pool that had once been boundless at a glance had become a huge palace, and two maroon iron doors blocked her out, and she didn't know what was hidden inside.

Ling'er is Sanya's heart, he is flustered because of the foreboding, and Sanya seems extremely helpless. However, this kind of performance is not what a zombie woman should have, she quickly collected her mood and pretended to be indifferent.

The call "master", no one answered, and the strange reliefs on the door began to surge like a sudden change in the wind and clouds. Visually, it was retreating, and the gate opened backwards with the "boom" of the reliefs.

Even if the door was opened, the hall would be dark. In the ivory box, Xiangli's sense of fear intensified, and even the lid began to vibrate, like a trembling person's upper and lower teeth snorting together.

Sang Ya said disdainfully: "You and I are in the same boat now, I am not afraid, what are you afraid of?" What could be more terrible than you being reduced to a thousand years of undying ghosts? ”

These words are more like humiliation than rebuke. As soon as Xiangli heard this, she fell silent, as if she was dead, and never moved again.

Ling'er never knew that even if Sonya was not controlled by Nangong Xiang, she could take this ruthlessness, she was both surprised and sad for Xiangli, so she only maintained a regular beating and no longer expressed any thoughts.

It was obviously partial to Xiangli, and Sangya was very angry, so she ignored it and walked towards the palace with her head bored.

Although it was pitch black all around, it was not impossible to reach out and lose sight of the five fingers. In the darkness, from time to time, some strange, bright red characters flew out, obviously words, but when I wanted to see what was written, I made a strange sound and brushed through Sanya's sideburns, bursting like bubbles.

The further you went, the more characters there were, so many that she was pasted with Sanya's white dress, shining and flickering, and soon her white saintess costume was embellished into a dress full of red stars.

Ling'er finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Where are we going?" What the hell is Nangong Xiang messing with? ”

Sangya was silent, freed up a hand holding an ivory box, and with a wave of it in the air, she summoned a handful of characters, and made a small lamp together. The light of the characters went out too quickly, so the small light went out quickly, but at that moment, Ling'er saw many things clearly.

First of all, those characters, which originally did not contain any real meaning, were just some interjections like "ah", "what", "yah", and what was written literally, it would sound accordingly. After the group is formed, all kinds of "ahhhh

In addition to the characters, Ling'er also saw clearly that the palace they thought was actually more like a temple. Everywhere there are huge pillars that hold up the roof of the temple almost as level as the sky. And from the top of the hall to the pillars, and then to the white stone floor in the hall, there are reliefs similar to those on the gate carved everywhere.

Sonya was no longer angry with her heart, and quietly explained: "That day, the Son of Heaven and the white fat boy were trapped in the maze of illusions by me, Xuanluo and Brother Jiangnan wanted to rush in to save them, but they were stopped by my bronze gate, I don't know if you have any impressions?" ”

When rescuing the Demon King, Ling'er and Lingxuan Luoshang were still one, he had experienced such a big thing, of course it remembered, so he said "yes".

Sang Ya said: "The appearance of this temple and the bronze gate is the same, they are all from the strange cloud illusion realm that I built with the power of the bolting heart method, and they are all just an illusion. The pool of brown blood is at our feet, and if I see through the master's set-up, he will tear down the temple and plunge me into the bottomless pool. ”