Soul Yan got up from the ruins, and took the little soul lin into a shocking flight away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the depths of the ancient ruins, the ancient pavilions are towering high, the temples are continuous, the ancient trees and vines are everywhere, covered under the dust, standing there for eternity, still standing, after the passage of time, a breath of ancient vicissitudes of life is coming, and the thick texture of the historical years arises spontaneously.

The news of the opening of the ancient ruins spread far and wide, and the older generation gathered densely in front of a tall and straight temple, and many people were rushing here, which was the entrance to the opening of the ruins.

"Boom"

"Boom"

Dozens of bright rays of light bombarded the closed gate of the ancient temple, and the entire temple roared, and the sound spread to all sides, and the ground was also shaking slightly, as if something was about to break through the ground.

More than thirty leaders of the younger generation stood in front of the temple, bombarding the ancient courtyard. Each of them is the pride of the sky, cultivating all of them above the realm of the mountain king's seal, with the breath of dust, despising ordinary beings, and a high breath of the innate king permeates the body, with ambition, stepping on the top of the strong.

They are the representatives of all the forces in the younger generation, ninety percent of the young talents in the Northwest Regions are gathered here, and there are not many young generations from the other eight major regions, only a handful.

"Boom"

There was another fierce attack, and the door of the temple trembled more and more, and after the shock, there was a slight visible gap in the closed ancient hall door, and the dust floated out from the gap, and at the same time revealed a dark light.

"The ancient temple is finally about to open" Among the more than thirty leaders, some people saw the slight gap and showed excitement.

"It is worthy of the ancient relics of the ancient family, there is only a slight gap in this bombardment, but the door of the entire temple has not been broken at all, the outside is like this, and the inside must be extraordinary" Someone showed a look of expectation.

"I don't think the ancient remnants of this site are much worse."

"That's nature," someone added.

"The top priority is to blast open the door of this temple as soon as possible, and work together to open the temple," someone suggested, continuing the bombardment until the door of the temple was blasted open.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

・・・・・・・

The fierce offensive continued, and a large number of cultivators behind him also joined the camp, one by one extremely eagerly hoping that the gate of the ancient temple would be opened as soon as possible, so that the ancient relics could rebuild the heavenly objects and get a piece of the soup.

The earth shook and shook violently, and in the tough ancient buildings, as long as they were not carefully arranged, after the baptism of endless years, they could not resist such rounds of tough attacks.

"Boom"

Earth-shattering, the last loud bang swept away, and the gate of the ancient closed temple was finally bombarded open, and a dusty ancient aura followed, and the dust flew up.

Many of the younger generations showed a scorching urgency in their eyes, and no one cared about the dusty picture, and when the door of the ancient temple was broken, they all rushed up, rolling like a tide, and disappeared at the entrance of the main hall.

Relatively speaking, more than thirty leaders, their faces were not happy or surprised, facing the door of the open temple calmly, with a dusty aura, they disappeared at the door of the open hall, which is also the demeanor that the descendants cultivated by the great papal court and the transcendent forces should maintain.

The younger generation left, leaving more than 20 elders at the door of the ancient temple, watching the younger generation disappear, and quietly retreating away from the open hall door, there seems to be an agreement between them, the opening of the ancient ruins is expected to be good, it is the forces of all parties to reach a tacit understanding, only for the younger generations to open, all the elders are not allowed to interfere, whether it is life or death depends on luck.

"Whoosh"

A figure flew through the air, all the elders felt it but did not stop it, as long as it was not an old man, the younger generation entered unimpeded, and the figure disappeared at the door of the temple.

"Whoosh"

There was another rapid sound of breaking the sky, and the soul word arrived outside the gate of the temple, and there was no emptiness all around, only the figures of the elders turned to leave.

"It's still a little late," Soul Yan sighed, missing the opening of the door of the main hall, but it was not too late, and he jumped into the ancient palace with the little soul lin.

However, at this time, Soul Yan didn't know that this ancient temple was not ordinary, the inside was surging, there were many taboos in the ancient temple, and from time to time someone was tricked and died.

The interior of the ancient temple is dark and deep, the light is dim, and the inside of it is faintly visible, and it was originally thought that it was connected to an endless temple, but I never thought that it would be like a mausoleum leading to the underground.

Soul Yan walked in the dimly lit temple, the surrounding atmosphere was gloomy, and the ancient aura of the temple gave Soul Yan an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and he faintly had a guess that through this ancient palace, he might be able to see King Qin Guang at one time.

On the ground of the temple, there are a lot of footsteps, there are still a lot of blood stains, some abandoned weapons, and I don't know what happened to the cultivators when they entered, or if there was a fight between them.

After driving a long way, Soul Yan also found a lot of black long hair on the ground, and black blood, it seems that these things are not owned by humans, it seems that this ancient temple is not simple, the more you go inside, there are still many newly dead cultivator remains, the body is incomplete, as if it has been caught by something, there are still broken green hair on the ground, it should belong to dead things and the like.

The ground is also getting bloodier, fortunately Soul Yan is not the first wave of people to come in, he came in late and missed a lot, which is not a good thing, although he was a little frightened to look at the blood on the ground along the way, but this is still within the range of his heart, and he has seen the strange picture of King Qin Guang, which is not worth mentioning.

Looking at the more and more bloodstained corpses on the ground, the soul said that he didn't dare to be sloppy at all, careless, everything was weird, a large number of dead corpses came into his eyes, torn apart, strange shapes, and some even human beings who didn't know how many years had been dead, turned out to be immortal dead things after death, and were split in half alive, and black blood was scattered all over the ground.

"So many passages?" Not long before Soul Yan, there were still nine passages in different directions, and I didn't know where they led.

"Let's go" Soul Yan looked at the footsteps on the ground, there were a lot of footsteps under each passage, and finally chose a passage with a relatively small number of people and walked in.

Soul Words passed all the way, and encountered a lot of empty halls, the interior was in a mess, the dust was flying, the remains of cultivators and dead things on the ground were scattered, the temple had long been looted, and the useless rotten waste wood was crooked, not in shape, and Soul Yan found nothing.

Looking at nothingness, the soul is not sad or happy, there are gains and losses, where can I harvest without labor? One man and one beast continued to move forward, and as time passed, the trembling of the air in the void became more and more intense, and the sound of fighting was faintly heard in the distance, and it seemed that it would not be long before they could meet people.

Soul Yan couldn't help but speed up his pace, rushing forward, faintly, Soul Yan saw signs of someone fighting in the temple, and the figure of the humanoid monster with wings was blurry.

The ground in the temple shook the mountains, the yin qi was full, the murderous aura was soaring, the black aura was spreading, constantly surging to the four directions, a large number of cultivators were fighting with the winged dead things, each showing their blades, the palace was shouting and killing, the battle was tragic, and many cultivators died.

Seeing a little blurry, Soul Yan wanted to continue moving forward, and could see more clearly when he got closer. Suddenly, a big palm or something, inexplicable, and out of nowhere, was placed on the back shoulder of the soul word, without any warning, and the goosebumps behind the soul word were about to rise, and it was creepy.

At this time, there will be ghosts coming out from behind him, and the whole person feels cold and swishing behind him, and cold sweat is breaking out. But when Soul Yan was just about to make a move, a huge human head suddenly popped out from behind him and met Soul Yan's eyes, and he didn't feel angry about this thing.

The pig's face is the same, the face is iron-blue, this place, this time. Appearing for no reason, you may be startled if you are someone else, but Soul Yan is familiar, this person is not a second person except Yu Wentian, and it is too inauthentic to come out at this time.

"Bang"

Soul Yan punched the head directly in the face, "pretending to be a ghost and scary".

Yu Wentian raised his head, looked like he was about to explode, blackened his unsightly face and said, "Your uncle, you recognize it, and you still have such a heavy hand", feeling quite unhappy.

"You deserve it, you girl, people are scared to death, do you know? What did your mom teach you? "Soul Yan is not angry, and he directly criticizes it coldly.

"Your grandmother, how do you speak?" Yu Wentian burst into words.

"Bang"

Soul Yan received a punch, turned his head and left, it is best to solve this goods by force, and save the waste of spitting stars.