Chapter 244 Blood and Loneliness (Middle) The Demon Temple, extending in all directions, is like a huge labyrinth, making people unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south, full of mystery.

A large number of psychic realm monks poured into the hall to search for the strange treasures in it, but the aura here is extremely abundant, so rich that the monks can no longer distinguish where the aura overflows from, such a huge aura must be emitted from a peerless treasure, and even many people suspect that there is a huge spirit stone in this palace, and at least a holy spirit stone the size of a house is needed to make up for such a rich aura.

The spirit stone grade is divided into mortal grade, top grade, and the best grade, and the more cherished ones are, holy spirit stones, and divine spirit stones, and divine spirit stones, even the mainland families in Central Continent are scarce.

The Divine Spirit Stone is basically extinct, but there are still a large number of Holy Grade Spirit Stones, a house-sized Holy Grade Spirit Stone is enough to support the expenses of any huge family in Central Continent for a year, and the lowest currency circulating on the mainland is the Mortal Grade Spirit Stone, a Mortal Grade Spirit Stone about half a fist size is the food cost of an ordinary family of four for a year, and a Superior Spiritual Stone is worth ten Mortal Grade Spiritual Stones, and so on, a half-fist-sized Saint Spiritual Stone is a thousand Mortal Grade Spiritual Stones.

And the house-sized holy spirit stone is almost a sky-high price, at least it is worth tens of millions of mortal spirit stones, which is equal to millions of high-grade spirit stones, when the Qingyang League issued a hunt and kill order for 50,000 high-grade spirit stones, it made many monks crazy, so millions of high-grade spirit stones are enough to make the powerhouses of the Tongtian realm crazy!

Thinking of this, the monks' eyes bloomed with a greedy look, if they could take that piece of holy spirit stone for themselves, they would really be rich, and this is still their conservative estimate, so a huge and abundant aura, maybe a house-sized holy spirit stone is not enough to support, if that spirit stone is a god class, a mainland family will be crazy, just this is comparable to a holy weapon.

"Tell me, have you seen this person?" a fierce voice echoed in the corner of the Demon Temple.

A Xuanwei monk from a small family in Zhongzhou looked at the young man in the portrait in front of him, shook his head hesitantly, and said in a confused voice: "No, I didn't see ......."

However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp long sword had already pierced his heart, shooting out a column of blood, killing him on the spot......

The faces of the few people who were traveling with the slain were pale, and they didn't even dare to resist the intention, the young man in front of him in a black robe and long silver hair was too terrifying, and his killing intent made people shudder in his heart, he held a portrait in his hand, and asked everyone, as long as anyone dared to shake his head, it would be a knife to end his life.

Who would dare to say no to such a means?

The two Qingyang League monks who followed Liu Yan couldn't help but gag when they saw this bloody situation, they were a man and a woman, the man's name was Shi San, and the woman's name was Lan Yongyu, all of them were monks in the psychic realm, but in the face of Liu Yan, who was full of murderous intent, they were like cats and mice, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense, for fear of angering this killing god.

"I, we really didn't see that person...... several monks who were caught by Liu Yan and questioned replied in trembling voices, they only entered the Demon Temple today, where do they know who the young man in the portrait is, the young man in the portrait has long hair dancing, white clothes fluttering, very delicate appearance, seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is still holding a jet-black iron hammer in his hand, and if you look closely, it is Wu Heng.

"Forget it. Liu Yan withdrew the demon sword shark teeth, his cold eyes were full of disdain, it was not that he wanted to let go of these people, he was disdainful of doing it, his sword only killed psychic monks, and the monks of the Xuan rank level were too weak to be attacked.

After speaking, Liu Yan, who had long silver-white hair draped over his shoulders, walked with heavy steps, and continued to look at the narrow passage of the palace, this place can be regarded as boundless, and it extends in all directions, and the most important thing is that the divine thought seems to be suppressed by an invisible force, and it can only spread to a hundred meters, looking for a person in this place is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Liu Yan, I think it's time for us to look for a treasure, this place is basically the edge of the palace, and it is estimated that there are no people. Lan Yongyu, who had a good face, saw that Liu Yan was bent on going his own way, and kept walking towards the north with confidence, and opened his mouth to persuade him.

"The people of the Xuanyuan family estimate that they will rush to the Beihai region in ten days, even if we find the strange treasure, it is estimated that we will not be able to bring it out, it is better to find the young monk. The lonely Liu Yan rarely spoke for a long time, but his tone was still very indifferent, but he could hear a trace of excitement from the indifference, he was very eager to fight, and he was also eager to meet the monk who could challenge the level and slaughter hundreds of people in the Qingyang League for a while.

"I've been looking for four or five days in this marginal area, and apart from the few timid monks just now, there is not even a ghost anywhere else, where else can there be?" Shi San, another male monk from the Qingyang League, muttered dissatisfiedly.

Liu Yan's eyes that seemed to pierce through all palpitations trembled at this time, not because of Shi San's muttering, but because his divine thoughts found a huge and boundless peach blossom source, which was only about a hundred meters away.

He said in a deep voice, "Follow me." ”

Leaving a word, Liu Yan turned into a ray of light and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Shi San and Lan Yongyu glanced at each other, and they also followed, and they found that the killing intent on Liu Yan's body had become thicker, like a cold current, burrowing into the heart, making people tremble.

Sure enough, following Liu Yan all the way to the north, the narrow passage and room turned into an empty world, and the scenery in front of him was like a paradise, as if entering a pink world, with cherry blossom trees under the eyes, the fragrance was intoxicating, and there was a clear lake.

The light here is excellent, it doesn't feel like you're in a palace at all, it's like you're outside, and the air is exceptionally clear. However, when they looked overhead, there was a white eaves at a height of one hundred zhang, and then they were sure that they were still in the demon temple, where the light came from, which made everyone puzzled for a while, and they could only sigh that this was a miracle, a god-like palace.

After all, the history of the building 15,000 years ago is too vast for anyone to explain clearly, and the martial arts cultivation realm at that time was far stronger than now!

In the huge peach garden, there is an attic, the attic is four stories high, and in an elegant room on the top floor, Wu Heng and Xuehua are sitting on the extremely cold ice jade bed meditating and cultivating, absorbing the rich aura here, and seven days have passed since entering the Demon Temple, and it has been calm.

However, at this moment, Wu Heng and Xuehua opened their eyes at the same time, and they felt an unprecedented aura of fear appear around them.

"What a strong killing aura!" Wu Heng's face looked a little solemn, he was a person who came from a pool of blood, and it was rare to meet a monk with a stronger murderous aura than him, but at this moment he felt it, and that aura could no longer be described as a killing aura, it was a violent aura, and the person who came was definitely a murderous demon king who had experienced a hundred battles.

Xuehua frowned and said: "This person's cultivation is very strong, he is actually in the Three Realms of Psychics, and he is not an ordinary monk, I think the path that this person walks is the way of killing!"

"Is the way of killing, it's a little interesting, isn't it a fight with my way of destroying the world?" Wu Heng's eyes flashed, and his fighting spirit was strong, and when it came to fighting, he had never been afraid of anyone.

Xuehua said something that hit Wu Heng's confidence at this time, and she vetoed: "No...... You haven't really entered the demon yet, and that person has really entered the path of killing. ”

"Two monks, one of them is in the three realms, and the breath of the other female monk is something I can't even figure out, heh, it's a bit interesting. Liu Yan noticed at a glance the attic in the large peach blossom garden, although there are several attics around, but only the attic is the highest, the most conspicuous, there is a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

He held the demon sword shark tooth in his hand, his steps were very heavy, and he slowly walked along the attic, Shi San and Lan Yongyu had very serious faces, and they also followed, even a strong person of Liu Yan's level could not perceive the cultivation of one of the female monks, and he was definitely a strong man, anyway, he was definitely not a master to deal with.

On the top of the four-story attic, Wu Heng and Xuehua had already walked out, looking at the huge peach blossom source forest along the lake, the expression on their faces became more and more serious, because the breath was getting closer and closer, and the entire vibrant peach blossom garden was filled with a solemn smell.

Finally, a black-robed man appeared in the sight of Wu Heng and Xuehua, the man with long silver-white hair draped over his shoulders and a long sword in his hand, he stopped at the edge of the lake, and looked up at the top floor of the attic with eyes as cold as the sword.

At this moment, Liu Yan's eyes were just on the same as Wu Heng, and the pupils of the two of them contracted violently at the same time, because they actually found a familiar taste in their respective eyes, loneliness, silence, pools of blood, killing, both of them are people who grew up in battle, have experienced the baptism of blood, and have also experienced the taste of loneliness, and now that the two meet, they are quite touched.

Liu Yan's expression quickly calmed down and became indifferent, he opened the drawing paper that he had been holding in his hand, there was a portrait of a young man, when he saw the portrait comparing the people in the attic in the distance, his sharp eyes burst out with a fire, "No wonder it looks so familiar, it turns out that he killed Liu Game's waste, and he also slaughtered hundreds of monks of the Qingyang League seven days ago!"

At this time, Shi San and Lan Yongyu also followed, standing behind Liu Yan, they were wearing cyan robes with three suns embroidered on their chests.

When he saw the two people who followed him, the eyes of Wu Heng and Xuehua turned cold at the same time, "It turned out to be someone from the Qingyang League......

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