"Lord Liu!"

The old monk looked at Liu Ziang steadily.

"I've heard that the Divine Division knows a lot of unknown names and secrets."

"Lord Liu, you might as well guess more boldly."

Liu Ziang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Before the week, before the summer? The Five Emperors? ”

As the old monk said, the Zhushen Division was established by the First Emperor, and countless powerful sages supported each other.

Since the pre-modern era, successive dynasties have also been directly under the orders of the emperor.

To a certain extent, the Divine Division has witnessed the entire history with its own eyes.

And I know a lot of secret histories hidden beneath the surface.

In addition, for 2,000 years, it has been hunting and hunting undead evil and undead curses.

It is from them that the Divine Division has also learned a lot of mysterious history that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Some are embedded in history, and some are deliberately erased.

There was even a long time ago, in legends or myths.

The history that was once known as the Age of Chaos!

When killing the Nine Heavens Xuannu, Liu Ziang also used his ancestor Shentu Fierce Sword to read the memory of the Nine Heavens Xuannu.

In her memory, Liu Ziang saw an extremely incredible scene!

But Liu Ziang did not show any surprise at that time.

It is because the history that is called 'mythical' has long been known to the Divine Division.

It is the undead cursed ones they have been hunting and hunting, and they have even created true myths themselves in the distant past.

At the same time, Liu Ziang's hand holding the handle of the Pu knife couldn't help but increase his strength.

"Undead Cursed?" At this time, Xu Ling also muttered quietly.

She also turned her head to look at Liu Ziang at this time.

The Mandate of Heaven Division and the Divine Division are in the same lineage.

The ancient secret history that the Divine Division peeked into, the Heavenly Mandate Division naturally knew a lot.

What Liu Ziang thought, how could Xu Ling not understand.

If that small mountain village really existed a long time ago.

And such a strange custom.

And the situation in the small mountain village is extremely complicated.

Maybe there's a direct connection to the Immortal Curse!

Listening to Xu Ling's words, Liu Ziang tightened his palm holding the knife.

After nodding his head at her slightly, he looked at the old monk again.

The old monk has been waiting quietly.

It wasn't until Liu Ziang looked at him again that he continued.

"Who built this mountain village, and why it was built, but I really don't know."

"In the past, I also disguised myself as a traveler to visit the village secretly."

"It's a pity, it's a pity." The old monk shook his head helplessly, "It's a pity that with the long river of history, even the residents of the small mountain village themselves have forgotten the roots." ”

"So, I tried my best to find out the exact origin of the village."

"As for the origin of the immortal sacrifice, I don't know."

When the words settled, the old monk raised his palm in front of him, saluted his body, and immediately looked at Liu Ziang steadily.

A faint smile gradually appeared on his withered and old face.

"Lord Liu, if you have any other questions, please ask quickly."

"The later the time, the more the old monk is afraid that it will be too late."

As he spoke, the smile on the old monk's face became stronger and stronger.

Liu Ziang was accumulating strength in his right arm and frowned slowly.

Small mountain village!

Old Man of the Night Moon!

The way to subdue the three corpses!

The festival cannibalism!

If you want to ask, you have basically already asked.

I thought about it for a moment.

Liu Ziang turned his head and looked at Wu Ming under the angry Ming King.

"Lord Liu, there is nothing to hesitate about at this point."

Liu Ziang had just turned his head when the old monk's voice came out.

"Besides, since enlightenment has been attained and the heart is clear, it will not be blinded by love and hatred."

"And, whether Wuming can understand the point that is missing in the end, I have the right to ask Lord Liu to fulfill it."

Hearing this, Liu Ziang slowly turned his head and looked at the old monk again.

"Miss Xu, you take Ling'er to stand back a little."

Xu Ling didn't speak anymore.

He raised his hand and picked up the bell and took three or four steps back.

At the same time, Liu Ziang trembled slightly.

I could only hear the crisp sound of tinkling.

The heavy iron chain tied to Liu Ziang's body to carry the wooden box and gold coffin swayed loosely as Liu Ziang shook his body.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came out!

After the chains were loosened, the wooden box containing the golden coffin fell to the ground.

Heavy voices resounded and echoed in the small temple.

Taking another step, Liu Ziang stepped out from the messy iron chain that fell to the ground.

At the same moment, Wuming, who was kneeling under the statue of King Ming, was taken aback.

The wooden box that Liu Ziang carried was very large, much taller than Liu Ziang.

Although Ziang only said that it contained parcel items.

But Wu Ming is still very curious, and he also believes a little.

Now, the wooden box has fallen to the ground, and the golden coffin has been smashed.

Just by listening to the sound, Wuming can already tell that the weight of this wooden box is not a hundred catties!

What's inside?

is so heavy that Liu Ziang has to carry it on his back?

And with such a heavy weight, Liu Ziang can still walk like a fly on his back?

Even though he has superhuman strength, he is still surprised at this moment!

At the same time, there were many doubts in his heart.

I saw Liu Ziang unload the huge wooden box, and after taking a step forward, he stopped talking.

He just gently held the handle of the knife and looked at the old monk motionlessly.

And the old monk only saluted with one hand, and also looked at Liu Ziang motionlessly.

It's just that Liu Ziang's expression is cold, and he can't see his inner thoughts.

And the old monk gently picked his lips and smiled.

It seems to be happily waiting for something.

Time, passing slowly.

Only the flickering candle flame seems to be counting time with its own beating.

Night has fallen.

Although the temple is located in the middle of the mountains, it is in an excellent position to see through the bright moon in the sky, just enough to fall on the temple through the lush trees.

However, the temple hall seems to have become a separate world.

No matter how bright the light of the full moon was, it would not be able to enter the temple in the slightest.

Occasionally, you can hear the roar of the breeze from the mountains, the shadows of the trees, and the sound of yarn.

But the light and shadow, the sound and the darkness, all seem to be avoiding this mountain Nakano Temple.

Especially now!

A monk and a layman, looking at each other.

There seemed to be a cold wind in the middle of the hall.

This gust of cold wind, taking advantage of the cold air in the Night Moon Mountain, seemed to make the temperature of the entire hall drop a lot.

It was also this inexplicable cold wind, like a knife, that cut through the moonlight in the hall and blocked the roar of the mountains and deep forests.

It was also this cold wind that made the atmosphere in the entire hall extremely solemn.

Let Wuming only feel that he is stuck in the mire, his body is difficult to move, and his breathing is not smooth.

How could he not see that the atmosphere between Liu Ziang and the presiding master had reached the point of tension.

His heart was full of doubt.

How did it come to this.