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"Squeak ......" Wan Qing pushed open half of the wooden door, it was really a decadent scene inside, the walls on both sides of the wall can vaguely see different types of statues, some parts of the statue portrait have been worn very badly, revealing the gray mud wall of the inner wall, but the overall appearance of the portrait can be distinguished, the statue on the left is a man with a long beard and a gray face official, a whip in his right hand is in the air, riding on a bronze horse, the two forefeet of the horse are on an auspicious cloud, and the two hind feet are volleyed, The portrait painting on the right side of the old temple is probably not much different, except that the horseman has an extra sword on his back, and his face is more solemn and solemn. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a wooden statue of the god in the old temple hall, the surface of the idol is covered with a thick layer of dust, but the erosion of time does not seem to wear out the original breath of the statue. The statue depicts a man holding a bright sword in his right hand, pointing forward with two fingers together in his left hand, and stepping on a turtle and a snake. The statues of the golden boy and jade girl on the left and right have fallen to the ground, and there is still life in the decaying old temple, I am afraid that only the incense in front of the statue is still burning quietly, and there is only an inch of spiritual incense left.

Wan Qingyi quietly looked at the statue, the smoke from the incense wafted around, the faint breath of the gossamer into his nose, not for a long time, the statue in his eyes suddenly moved, at first he thought it was an illusion, but when he got closer to stare at the face of the statue, the eyes of the statue suddenly turned, looking straight at Wan Qingyi, this time it can scare him, he hurriedly took two steps back, wiped his eyes, and the statue returned to its original appearance, covered with dust, and there was no movement.

"Brother Wan, what's wrong with you?" Ye Feng had just stepped into the threshold, and when he saw Wan Qingyi's appearance, he asked with some puzzlement.

"No, nothing." Wan Qing replied quietly, but his eyes were more severe than Fang Cai, after a deep breath, he gradually closed his eyes, a vast breath suddenly released from his surroundings, in his mind he stood in a bottomless darkness, he didn't know what supported him to stand, the boundless darkness saved him at his feet, he used the source power to explore for a long time, a light belt gradually approached him from far and near, he concentrated the source power on this light belt to perceive, click, the light band tore, a giant foot stretched out from the light belt, and then, It was an arm and half of his body, and the body of half a giant was exposed to his eyes like this, but before Wan Qingyi could react, the remaining half of the giant's body came out of the light belt again, and Wan Qingyi's body was like an ant in front of him, as if a giant's snort could blow him away. Wan Qing followed the huge body of the giant and looked up, and it was actually the statue of the god in the middle of the old temple! And the giant in front of him slowly squatted down, turning his face, to be precise, it should be the head turned half a circle, and a face that was more hideous than the original face suddenly appeared in front of him, aside from the hideousness of his face, the two red eyeballs that seemed to be falling from the sky have been staring at Wan Qingyi's eyes, such a huge object looked at him, his perception seemed to be rapidly compressed, in his eyes, the giant's body could no longer be described as large, or, Wan Qingyi's own body could no longer be described as small, I don't know how long this silent horror lasted, Wan Qingyi seemed to have fallen into an even darker place, here, darker than the claustrophobic environment at the bottom of the Falling Star Mountain, or dark and boundless, without bounds. The feeling of powerlessness and coldness that this darkness brought on him was overwhelming.

"Ding." A little bright golden light flickered from his forehead, and gradually spread, a little, a piece, a golden phoenix condensed at the center of his eyebrows, a sharp and loud phoenix roar was like a Sanskrit sound falling from the nine heavens, calling Wan Qingyi, making him stop falling, the warm feeling spread from the phoenix mark at the center of his eyebrows, and gradually spread throughout his body, and the feeling of re-filling the power made him extremely comfortable.

He clenched his fists, stretched out, and swam hard, in this darkness, the best thing he could think of was to swim forward, as far as the eye could see, he could already see the giant's body, and when he swam closer and closer, the giant turned into a speck of light, and re-burrowed into the original band of light, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Now Wan Qingyi can perceive that he seems to be in an ink pool, and a little light and shadow seep out of the sky, just like a few cold moonlight drilled out of the dense shade, two, three, four, more and more, and finally, the top of that layer of light and shadow has appeared in front of him, Wan Qingyi stretched out his right arm, touched the top, a sharp sense of weightlessness made him stumble, and after a tremble, Wan Qingyi found that he finally returned to the old temple, and it was Ye Feng who was supporting him, and he didn't know that Ye Feng woke him up, Or did he find that ray of light in the darkness?

"Brother Wan, what's wrong with you?" Ye Feng asked eagerly, he had never seen Wan Qingyi have such a lonely expression.

Wan Qing turned his gaze and looked at the statue of the god who stepped on the turtle and snake, as well as the pillar of spiritual incense, but saw that the spiritual incense had not yet burned out, and it was still nearly an inch long. Is this, everything just now, just a dream? Or is it such a short dream? Wan Qingyi couldn't help but ask himself in his mind.

"It's a little weird." Wan Qingyi was still panting, and gradually eased up, and after thinking about it, he realized that this trip to the muddy water was really not good.

"Eccentric? Where did the weirdness come from? Isn't it just a little shabby? Ye Feng didn't think about it so much, and asked rhetorically.

Wan Qingyi sniffed the pillar of spiritual incense in the hall again, lowered his head and thought for a while, and after affirming the thoughts in his heart, he said: "It's the problem of this spiritual incense, this is not an ordinary spiritual incense, but an ecstasy incense, which can bewitch people's minds." ”

Ye Feng was secretly surprised in his heart, and whispered, "That...... So how am I okay? ”

"It's because your cultivation is too low, and this ecstasy incense only works for cultivators with a certain strength." Wan Qingyi said lightly.

Ye Feng's face was a little embarrassed, it turned out that there was still this benefit in cultivating at a low level.

Wan Qing took a few steps forward, picked up a piece of gravel with his right finger, and flicked it in the direction of the spiritual incense, and with a "bang", the spiritual incense was extinguished, and it no longer emitted that strange fragrance.

"Hmph, can these tricks still scare me?" Wan Qing snorted coldly, looked at the motionless idol, and said.

"Your Excellency is so bold and daring to be so presumptuous in front of the Xuantian Venerable God!" A low voice suddenly echoed in the old temple, and a demonic wind swept through the remaining half of the wooden door, and the thatch and broken wooden strips scattered everywhere in the hall were also blown up.

"Kaede-chan!" As soon as Wan Qing let Ye Feng lean against him, this sudden sound couldn't help but make people vigilant.

"Hmph, don't pretend to be a ghost in front of me, I've lived for so long, I don't eat this!" Wan Qing held white with one knuckle, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

A black iron rod flew through the wind and rushed towards Wan Qingyi, Wan Qingyi didn't have time to dodge, only blocked his right palm, but the black rod went straight to his tiger's mouth, and suddenly the flesh and blood were blurred, and then the black rod flew out less than half an inch away from his right ear, and with a "bang" sound, it was inserted into the wall more than half a foot.

"Brother Wan!" Ye Feng's eyes widened, in the face of this sudden attack, he was completely unprepared, and he didn't have any strength to fight back, if it wasn't for Wan Qingyi to block with his palm, he was afraid that this iron rod would penetrate his head!

Wan Qingyi's right palm was completely torn open, and the bloody appearance was really tragic, and the bright red blood ran down his palm and wrist, dripping on his white clothes, stained with bright red blood flowers.

Wan Qingyi's arm began to tremble, his face became very ugly, and he looked at his injured right palm, and a cold smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth.

"This is what happens to blasphemy!" Another low roar echoed.

"Is that all there is to it?" A puzzled smile rose into the corner of Wan Qing's mouth, as if the pain made him even more excited.

"Bell, bell." The sound of footsteps was even more piercing in the silent darkness. A figure walked in outside the door, this figure was leaning on his body, the hair on his forehead was scattered, and he couldn't completely see his appearance in the dark, but looking at the person who walked into the old temple step by step, Ye Feng had a strange feeling.

"Cheng Hui!" Wan Qing shouted out the name, "Sure enough, it's a bit famous." ”

"You have come to interfere in my affairs for no reason, even if God wants to spare your life, I will not agree." This rickety man is Cheng Hui.

"Aren't you the one who was knocked down by me?" Ye Feng looked at Cheng Hui in disbelief.

"You still want to kill me with those moves?" Cheng Hui smiled gloomily.

Cheng Hui raised his right hand, and the iron rod embedded in the wall trembled suddenly, and flew back into his hand out of thin air.

"Source power transforms! You already have the strength of the Danyuan Stage, why do you want to come to the mortal realm to cause trouble? ”

"Hmph, you're not the same as being presumptuous here in the first source building period!"

Cheng Hui raised the black iron rod, revealing the momentum of inserting into the sky!

"The wind and thunder are rolling, the sky is glorious, and the thunder is collapsing!"

A monstrous momentum condensed from its body, the roof of the old temple began to tremble wildly, and an earth-shattering thunderbolt suddenly penetrated the roof, hitting the black iron rod in Cheng Hui's hand.

Wan Qingyi's expression was calm, his fingers wiped the storage ring, and at the same time, his left arm waved back, pushing Ye Feng away a few steps, and roared back.

"You go!"

Cheng Hui waved the iron rod, with a beating arc, a hot and powerful aura suddenly overshadowed Wan Qingyi, and suddenly, the light was brilliant and engulfed Wan Qingyi.

"Senior !!" Ye Feng stretched out his arms and rushed in the direction of Wan Qingyi, but this breath shook him away, and when his body was reversed, he looked at the Xuantian Zun Divine Statue in front of him, and the bright lacquered wooden sword in the idol's hand reflected a stronger light in the light, illuminating this old temple.

Night, and day.

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