"It's a living door! The only one who can restrain the door of death! ”

Inside the ruined temple, the coachman froze.

When he saw the appearance of the man in white, he immediately knelt on the ground and said excitedly:

"Foolish people pay homage to the Son, thank you for saving your life!"

This man is the Holy Son of the Holy Temple, a man so powerful that all the subjects of the Duchy of the Wind Breath Continent must bow down: Shen Lichuan!

Shen Lichuan held the sword in one hand, and he didn't see through the people in the temple, and after slowly landing on the ground, he pressed the brim of his hat and was about to turn around and leave.

Leng Mingyue was also a little surprised, she recognized this person at a glance as the man in the Beibi Forest who praised her for being "so beautiful".

But what she was even more surprised was that this man's identity was actually the Holy Son of the Holy Temple.

The last time we met, this Holy Son was still absorbing the death qi that was contrary to the Birth Gate, and a cold and evil aura lingered around him.

This time again, the Son became the savior of the sword and slashing the ghosts, showing his holiness.

But this big guy shouldn't know that she doesn't have amnesia.

The corners of Leng Mingyue's lips rose slightly.

"Congratulations to the Holy Son!"

Seeing that Shen Lichuan was leaving, the coachman leaned over and kowtowed again, his tone full of respect.

Shen Zichen, who was next to the coachman, took a step forward, and in his dark pupils, unknown emotions were stirring.

This big brother seems to ...... It seems familiar......

As soon as Shen Zichen wanted to say something, the corpses of the ghost clan scattered at the door of the broken temple floated up, flashing with an evil red light and heading straight for Shen Lichuan!

"Be careful!" Leng Mingyue kindly reminded.

But the flying speed of those corpses was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, they all entered Shen Lichuan's body.

Shen Lichuan let out a muffled snort, half-kneeling on the ground, and after the scabbard was inserted into the mud, he barely fell directly.

Heavy rain is still falling.

Seeing this, Leng Mingyue walked forward with a twisted eyebrow, patted him on the shoulder and said with concern: "Holy Son is okay, right?" ”

Whew-

The fierce demon wind, dipped in the evil aura that was cold to the bone marrow, pounced on the broken temple with an unstoppable momentum.

Wherever the breath passed, the flowers withered and the trees withered.

Even Leng Mingyue shuddered uncontrollably.

"How...... What's going on? The coachman, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became nervous again.

After the Holy Son was attacked by the corpse of the ghost clan, it seems that something went wrong?

Leng Mingyue patted Shen Lichuan's shoulder with one hand, but her eyes were attracted by the seven life grids on Shen Lichuan's side.

The Seven Doors of Life belonging to Shen Lichuan suddenly began to rotate rapidly, the holy light of the Life Gate gradually dimmed, and the closed Death Gate was about to move.

Her face changed.

"Don't come here!"

A hoarse and depressed, but extremely sexually felt male voice came from the hood.

Shen Lichuan closed his eyes tightly, his fingertips dug into his palms, and his body kept trembling.

In his consciousness, the heavens and the earth were dark and lightless, and he was the only one left.

He could have spent this time, and a wisp of incense that was about to drive him crazy came closer and closer behind him.

I want to eat.

I want to swallow it raw.

I don't even think there are any bones left.

"The ghost qi enters the body, it is either dead or disabled, your corpse enters the body, and it must be ...... immediately"

Leng Mingyue was halfway through her words and didn't say anything more, her dark eyes widened and widened, and she saw Shen Lichuan's birth door gradually closing.

The opposite of the door of life is closed - the door of death opens instantly!

In her 90,000 years of eternal life, she had never seen such a scene!

"Roar!"

The dirt ground rolled, and the ghost clan crawled out of the ground one by one, as if they had been called by the king, and roared to surround the ruined temple!