Yi Qiu stood above the evil wind, and he was now out of the enveloping range of the black pillar of light.

But this was not the reason for him to stop, what made him stop was the pillar of light in front of him mixed with the golden light of fortune and the black light of calamity.

Yi Qiu felt a hint of familiarity from the pillar of light, something like the divine power of a god.

But it appears thin, and there seems to be an unpleasant smell in the blur.

This intrigued Yi Qiu, who speculated that it might be some kind of divine creature or something more sinister.

Yi Qiu glanced back at the black pillar of light that symbolized the legendary ghost, which seemed to be slowly expanding its domain.

Or maybe it's moving towards him?

Yi Qiu thought about it and ignored it for the time being.

It really didn't work, so he borrowed the centipede tattoo on his hand and teleported away.

Although here he can't use the plane consciousness to achieve the effect of opening the plane vision.

But the area he walked through was still able to teleport directly.

At his speed, these days had allowed him to traverse a large area of the spirit realm.

As long as he uses the shrinkage of the ground, it is enough for him to evade the pursuit of the legendary ghost.

As soon as he thought of this, Yi Qiu shifted his attention to the scene below.

Is that...... A temple?

Yi Qiu carefully stared at the things under the pillar of light, which seemed to be a lonely temple with a simple form.

There were no other temples around, and only a relatively intact temple was left standing on the desolate earth of the spirit realm.

It seemed that something intangible interfered with Yi Qiu's vision, making it impossible for him to fully see the image inside.

It was only a rough indication that it was a large enough temple, and there was no other meaningful information.

Yi Qiu didn't rush to fly above it, and it hadn't been long since the scene where the last evil wind was dispelled.

Although it didn't hurt him, he was still a little embarrassed.

Yi Qiu looked down for a moment, only to realize that there was a team of players outside the temple who were watching his area vigilantly.

The shielding of the black fog of the Chiyou Banner for detection is not only on the physical level, but more based on the special power of the Chiyou bloodline.

This is the inheritance of the Chiyou bloodline, and it will naturally have some of the characteristics of the Chiyou bloodline.

There are 4 players in total, a warrior with a great sword, a guy in leather armor who looks like a wanderer, a player who looks like a mage, and a ...... Drow?

Drow isn't all evil, but in terms of the base of drow, the percentage of good drow is really not high.

Many intelligent races have an almost stubborn image of Drow: evil, greedy, and cunning.

However, there are also some humans who have an incomprehensible fanatical penchant for these black skins, which is inextricably linked to Drow's dissolute personal life.

Yi Qiu naturally had no interest in this, he didn't judge the other party rudely by race or occupation, he preferred to lean into his own intuition and judgment.

Four Evil Cultists......

Yi Qiu straightened the Book of Benevolence - Page 1537 on his waist, and the scarlet light below clearly expressed their camp.

Sometimes, there's nothing wrong with using some magic items......

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and just as he was pondering how to eliminate the other party more smoothly, the ancient temple suddenly underwent a strange change......

"Buzz ......"

Something seemed to be shaking silently in the air, and the invisible shield that had shrouded the ancient temple dissipated into the air.

Suddenly, the scene in front of the ancient temple appeared naked in front of everyone:

It was a path of death made of bones and corpses, mottled sword marks still telling of their last madness.

The erosion of Purgatory's power does not come from below, and it is the gods who hold the authority of the plane that are the first to be affected.

"Let's go! There's no time for that now! ”

The captain with the big sword was the first to rush into the avenue in front of the ancient temple, and the corpses on the ground were crushed into powder by his heavy steps.

As he moved, several of the team members behind him glanced at each other and followed.

Now is not the time to hesitate.

Gains and dangers are interdependent twins.

Honey, which seems to be no danger in this world, often appears after it enters the throat, and sharp stabs appear.

It seemed that the cold white bones under his feet cooled the restlessness in the heart of the captain holding the greatsword a little, and he stood still and waited for his teammates for a while, and then let the wanderer go to the front.

"You know what to do!"

The captain said as he stared fiercely at the wanderer with his bloodshot eyes.

Greed and thirst burned his heart like a burning torch, but he knew that now was also the most dangerous time.

After all, this is the eternal resting place of a god, and no matter how terrible the danger and horror it can be, it is possible.

So, he forcibly suppressed the heat in his heart, which had turned into substance, and then stared at the wanderer who was exploring the path ahead.

Strangely, they moved well.

There were no evil spirits, no other undead creatures, as if the place had completely lost its power due to some unknown change.

They walked through the path of bones, and then came to the door of the ancient temple.

The gate of the ancient temple was ajar, and it was pitch black that nothing could be seen.

The mage hesitated, then tossed the wanderer a torch with magical powers:

"Go, throw it in!"

The wanderer looked at the ominous gate, took the hot torch, and cautiously approached the gate.

The other team members didn't rush him, and although they were impatient, they at least retained their due intelligence.

The Wanderer is the only one who can spot magic traps, and he naturally has an irreplaceable role.

And now is the perfect moment to play his role.

The wanderer stared deadly ahead, though there was no sign of a magic trap before.

But it is undoubtedly a very suspicious thing that such a delicate protection system on the outside is empty on the inside.

Exploring this kind of place is never a fluke, and it is not fun to be swallowed directly by the soul if there is a slight mistake.

It was not easy for a pure wanderer to have the rank he was now.

It's not because of his talent, it's because he knows how to be cautious and to restrain his desires.

Only this time, he finally didn't hold back the greed in his heart......

Finally, the wanderer came to the gap in the gate.

There seemed to be some kind of cold wind blowing out of it, blowing the wanderer's face into a trance for a moment.

But the next moment, he gritted his teeth and threw the torch in with all his might!

"Bang Dong ......"

The torch slashed in a graceful arc with a magical glow, and then fell heavily to the ground.

In the firelight, the wanderer's pupils suddenly shrank!

Then, his expression froze completely......