It will be at least a week before the completion of the construction of the Seventh Ancient Secret Realm.

The terrifying red bride stood beside Xia Ji again, and asked at every turn, "Are you hungry?"

In fact...

Xia Ji understood what it meant.

It wants to eat by itself, but it feels that it is not good to eat alone, so ask yourself, and then no matter what you answer, it can eat openly.

It's a great horror that is particularly exquisite.

"Not hungry. ”

Xia Ji replied as usual.

Red Yama seemed to have known the answer for a long time, and as soon as Xia Ji spoke, it twisted its body, and then cracked in mid-air, like a strange tree.

The evil ghosts in the sky, the huge mouths in the sky, swallowed a hundred and ten desperate faces.

...

Red Yama is in the group of interconnected consciousness of the four beings constructed with secret techniques.

Xia Ji suddenly asked, "How is the Great Golden Light Temple now?"

Poison Qilin: "I have collected all the seeds, there are ruins, and the mentor wants to go and see them?"

Red Yama: "Hungry?"

White Tiger: "You're going, I'll pass you over, very quickly." ”

As a great thinker, Xia Ji was deserved the respect that the cursed people deserved.

In particular, the first step of the four beings in the construction of the descent of the underworld is full of epic and mythological sense, so to a certain extent, the four existences are somewhat close.

And the Great Golden Light Temple, which belongs to the Perak Sect, has occupied a mysterious position from beginning to end, and Xia Ji really wants to go and see it.

Now there is exactly a week, and the true qi that can be obtained by breathing on the side of the "two great curses" is gradually becoming saturated, and he can't bear to watch the process of destroying this living soul, going to the Great Golden Light Temple is a good choice.

Took care of the white tiger.

A strange white hand climbed up from the cliff, its fingers spread.

Xia Ji stepped on, and his feet were soft and with a bit of rotten smell.

Click...

The five fingers were buckled up and became a ball.

The next moment, the space began to change.

The white hand retracted from the cliff to the ground at an eerie speed, and then walked through the dirt.

Xia Ji is already riding the "White Tiger Car" for the second time.

Coupled with his knowledge of these three monsters, the tension was gone.

The shuttle is not instantaneous.

In his free time, Xia Ji began to ask in the consciousness group: "Xiaobai..."

As a great teacher, the Poison Qilin, the Red Yama, and the White Tiger did not dare to make a mistake.

So they became little green, little red, little white in Xia Ji's mouth...

What a simple and down-to-earth name.

There's no sense of horror in it.

"Xiaobai, how far can your tentacles stretch?"

"Where there is no dragon energy, I can reach through. ”

"How many people can you transport at the same time?"

"One tentacle can lead about ten people, and at the same time, thousands of people can do. ”

"Hmm... It seems that the traffic is good. ”

"What is flow?"

"I mean there will be a lot of humans who can be brought to the secret realm in the future. ”

"Mentor, why is there such a smart existence as you in the world?"

"Don't ask, it's talent. ”

A short conversation between one man and one ghost, although it is not over yet.

But Red Lotus Mountain has arrived.

Burst!!

A miserable white arm squeezed out from between the pitch-black rocks.

The white ball hits the ground, the clasped fingers are released, and then gently withdrawn.

"I need to go back to Bikong Mountain, and the mentor will call me again. ”

A voice came to his head, and the pale hand had retracted into the darkness, as if it had never existed.

The magical and supernatural colors faded suddenly.

Space changes.

Xia Ji stood in front of a forested ancient temple.

The plaque is tilted, half of it hangs, and the four words of Dajinguang Temple are blood-red finger prints, which are drags, dragging a full half an arm's length, which shows how the deceased broke the plaque before he died, as if he was holding the last life-saving straw in despair.

Under the plaque is a hidden temple gate, and the copper ring is stained with blood rust, and it is completely impossible to see what is in it through the crack in the door.

Xia Ji turned his head sideways.

On both sides of the ancient temple are green blackened locust trees, evergreen, and also with ghostly energy, wrapping this big golden light temple.

And where he stood, it was an open space at the entrance.

There is also a large incense burner on the right side, and there are still bones faintly exposed in the ashes.

Further down the clearing, there is the mountain road, the mountain road is black, and people have not even set foot on it, giving birth to a sense of horror.

Snow is falling.

The sky is white.

The biting cold skewered from unknown corners.

Xia Ji carried the magic knife and knife box on his back and strode towards the ancient temple, and his footprints spread to the ancient temple in this snow.

However, the weird thing is...

There are no more than three footprints.

So the footprints behind Xia Ji seemed to be slowly being wiped away by something intangible.

When the boy walked to the door of the ancient temple.

There were no footprints behind him!

Xia Ji stood quietly under the plaque, in front of the crack in the door.

The surroundings are full of eerie atmospheres.

Xia Ji paused slightly, stretched out his hand, changed his push to grasp, and knocked the blood-rusted copper ring a few times on the mountain gate.

Knock knock...

The knock on the door in the snowy temple was like beating a human skin drum.

No one responded.

Xia Ji suddenly pushed it away.

Heavy snow poured into the temple with him.

In sight, it is hell.

A body with an air-dried body, horizontally presented in the courtyard of the entrance, the Daxiong Treasure Hall in front, the Buddha statue is stained with blood, and there are many dried corpses hanging in the bell tower further up.

Xia Ji's eyes rolled and frowned slightly.

These corpses can be described as extremely miserable, skinned, hollowed out, charred, and broken into minced flesh...

All kinds of horrific ways to die.

He couldn't help but clench his fists, take a deep breath, and spit it out.

He took a step inside, and the footprints behind him continued to be erased.

This step seems to have taken you to a completely different environment.

The corpses that were still there in the ancient temple just now suddenly all disappeared, and the blood also disappeared.

It seems to have become a dead and empty temple like a tomb.

Heavy snow was supposed to fall from the patio behind the entrance, but there was nothing.

Xia Ji was very calm.

Spit out a small poisonous unicorn, and that green light instantly squatted on his shoulder.

Although this poisonous unicorn is small, it has inherited the poisonous unicorn's ability to control the illusion and the environment.

The illusion of the poisonous unicorn on this space.

The air flow began to distort, and the empty temple began to distort, Xia Ji stood quietly, and occasionally saw the heavy snow and the picture of corpses.

This is the original illusion that is being shattered.

The strength of the little poisonous unicorn is still limited, and there is only so much it can do.

Walk along the patio.

Stand in front of two large wooden pillars that are hugged by three people.

This is already the entrance to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and in front of it is the original blood-stained Buddha statue hidden in the darkness, pinching the quaint handprint.

Suddenly, the Buddha's eyes suddenly gurgled and rolled, full of evil, and then stared directly at Xia Ji.

Xia Ji calmly raised his left hand.

The overlapping texture of the six waning moons of the Hades Pass flashed, and his palms glowed crimson.