"Presumptuous, what are you doing? Jin Xuanxuan, you come down from the mural for me! ”

Just when the women were marveling at the similarity between Jin Xuanxuan and the mural woman, they saw Jin Xuanxuan rushing up violently, jumping onto the sacrificial platform at once, and the whole person was lying in front of the mural.

In Zhuo Erma's shocked and angry gaze, Jin Xuanxuan took out a knife and scratched at this sacred mural!

Zhuo Erma couldn't hold back any longer, and hurriedly called everyone around him to immediately go up and drag Jin Xuanxuan down.

However, as ordinary people, where are they the opponents of the monks in the foundation building period, Jin Xuanxuan kicked these noisy women away while picking at the murals.

"Someone! Come on, holy monks! This woman is crazy! She's actually making a move on the Holy Painting! ”

Dolma, who was kicked in the chest and felt pain, was really helpless, and quickly ran out of the main hall, wanting to call the monks of the Rakshasa Temple who were waiting outside.

However, unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out with her front foot, she returned to the main hall with her back foot.

Zorma was stunned, she stepped out again, but returned to the main hall again, as if she could not step out of this place anyway, no matter how she shouted, the holy monks who passed outside also seemed to be unable to hear or see, and they looked like they had bypassed this place as usual.

"What's going on?" Zolma was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat, her lips trembled, and she couldn't shout anymore.

She turned her head to look at the other women, those who wanted to run out to call someone, and they were in the same situation as her, why didn't they go out, hugging each other and shivering.

Jin Xuanxuan didn't have time to pay attention to the movements of Zhuo Erma and the others, she was paying attention intently to the huge mural in front of her.

The mural gave her a sense of déjà vu, and it really shocked her at first, making her think that this was the mural in her sleep.

But when she looked closely, she thought it was strange that the mural was different in many subtleties.

Of course, the biggest problem is the statue that occupies half of the space below!

For some reason, Jin Xuanxuan always had a strong feeling that the one who was qualified to occupy such an important position in this mural should not be this woman with golden and green eyes, but should be ...... Should be......

She shook her head violently, and an inexplicable impulse surged in her heart, driving her body to act before her brain, and rushed to the front of the mural.

Jin Xuanxuan narrowed her eyes and examined the edge of the mural very carefully, and finally noticed that the portrait of a woman with golden and green eyes seemed to be more prominent, as if it had been forcibly added later.

With this momentous discovery in mind, she immediately took out her knife, and sure enough, she cut a gap at the edge of the woman's portrait.

It seems that behind this portrait of a woman with golden and green eyes, there is another portrait.

Jin Xuanxuan suddenly came to her senses and wanted to continue to pick down, but suddenly, the knife in her hand began to tremble violently, and the next moment it forcibly flew away from her hand, and she couldn't stop it.

"My knife!"

Jin Xuanxuan looked in the direction where the knife flew away, and the silver-haired and blue-eyed man was standing in the center of the hall, looking at her with a complicated expression.

"Wow, that's handsome...... Uh, no, who the hell are you! ”

Jin Xuanxuan forcibly resisted her nymphomaniac behavior, jumped off the altar, and stared at the mysterious man vigilantly.

"Yihe, my name." The silver-haired and blue-eyed man said coldly, his voice like the eternal snow in the north.

The knife hovered steadily in front of him, and then flew back into Jin Xuanxuan's hand, so that she almost missed it and cut her finger.

Jin Xuanxuan sighed, and quickly took out the wound medicine to heal the injury.

"You...... Is it that weak? Yi He saw the performance of such a weak chicken as Jin Xuanxuan, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Jin Xuanxuan was so angry that she couldn't do it: "This knife is highly poisonous!" ”

"Why did you destroy this mural?" Yi He skipped the question and turned the topic back again.

Jin Xuanxuan remembered her impulsive behavior just now, and she was also a little weak-hearted, she said unjustifiably: "I'm not sabotaging...... I just don't think that mural should be like this. ”

"Have you ever seen this mural?" When Yi He asked this, he saw Jin Xuanxuan's expression change slightly.

He frowned slightly, as if he was seriously examining Jin Xuanxuan, and then took out a long scroll from his cuff: "Then do you recognize this?" ”

Jin Xuanxuan took two steps back, and the long scroll quickly flew in front of her, exuding a thick evil aura.

"This ...... Why, a little familiar? ”

She cautiously reached out and touched the shaft seal of the scroll, which suddenly opened halfway.

In the scroll, the hellish scene of ten thousand ghosts jumped on the paper, making Jin Xuanxuan swallow her saliva in fright, she immediately recognized that this was the ten thousand ghosts purgatory diagram that her aunt gave to Sister Gu herself, how did she get it in the hands of this strange man?

Just when they were confronting, Zhuo Erma, who had been not daring to approach beside him, took a few steps forward and asked respectfully: "Dare to ask your lordship, but is it the friend of the host of the year, Yihe senior?" ”

"The slave is a lay disciple of the holy monk of the reed," Zhuo Erma saw that Yi He did not have any disgust, took a deep breath, and continued, "This hall is used to conduct the selection of saints, but suddenly there was a change, and the slaves were trapped here, dare to ask the seniors, what is ......"

"There's no need to audition."

Before Zorma could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yi Hetou without looking back.

She opened her mouth, eager to ask him why he was so sure.

Although Yi He is the leader of the Shiying Sand Bandits and controls a large area of the desert sea, the selection of the Holy Maiden is a major event in the Rakshasa Temple, why is he sure!

Now that the host of Du Sui is nowhere to be found, the holy monk Du Wei has not yet come forward to decide, even if she is a lay disciple of the Rakshasa Temple, she is more qualified than this complete outsider to announce who the holy woman should be elected.

Just when Zhuo Erma was angry, the picture scroll depicting a terrible scene, under Jin Xuanxuan's touch, suddenly exuded a cold and terrifying atmosphere, making Zhuo Erma and the women behind him let out one after another screams of horror, all of them were frightened and weak, and looked at Jin Xuanxuan who was wrapped in a wisp of black smoke in fear.

Jin Xuanxuan smelled a particularly strong smell of blood in the thick black smoke, which made her uncomfortable and wanted to retch.

But she didn't dare to move, her whole body stiffened, because she could feel that in this thick fog, there were countless pairs of eyes looking at her, with extremely complex emotions.

"Holy Maiden, it's you."

Just when Jin Xuanxuan was scared, when her legs fell to the ground weakly, she heard Yi He say such a sentence.

The smoke cleared in the blink of an eye, and the scroll in front of him flew back into Yi He's hand.

However, Jin Xuanxuan saw Yi He bowing his head slightly, his lips moving, as if he was negotiating something with the ten thousand ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Purgatory Diagram, and then forcibly put the violently trembling Purgatory Diagram into his sleeve.

Before she could react, Jin Xuanxuan saw Yi He walk up to her side in one step, reached out and pinched her shoulder, and said, "Follow me." ”

"Where are you going—"

The second word of Jin Xuanxuan's opening to ask was still floating in the air, but her figure had completely disappeared into the main hall.

It didn't take long for a handsome yellow-robed monk to walk in.

The monk looked to be in his thirties, tall and handsome, but with a sense of tiredness between his eyebrows.

As soon as she saw the monk, Dolma seemed to have found the backbone of the main body, and immediately ran over: "Father...... Master! Just now Yi He took a woman away, and, ......"

The holy monk of the reed listened to Zolma's report silently, and was silent for a long time.

Immediately, he spoke: "Since the holy women have been chosen, let these women go back." ”

Zolma suspected that he had misheard, and said unwillingly: "Selected? Na Yihe is not a person from the Rakshasa Temple, is what he says? Besides, the woman named Jin Xuanxuan, why should she be a saint?! ”

The holy monk of the reed looked at Zorma quietly.

Dolma was stared at like this, and immediately stopped her mouth, and had to bow her head to admit her mistake.

However, she was still unconvinced.

Jin Xuanxuan?

As long as this woman encounters an accident, the next saint will still be her person!

——

Gu Yunying suspected that she had misheard.

How did this place come up with the name of the Leaved Shepherd?

Is it the same name and surname? Or is this the same place where he lived before he left the herds?

If it was really the place where Limu once lived, then this relic was most likely the former residence of the Lord of the Blood Lake?

Gu Yunying immediately felt pity.

If only her Ten Thousand Ghost Purgatory Diagram hadn't been snatched away, she could let Limu come out now, let him introduce this place one by one, and give her all these things by the way.

On the other side, Gu Tianjiao observed the childish words written by these nicks.

"Uncle Limu bullied me again today!"

"Uncle Limu, big villain!"

"The big ghost and the big uncle are also the big badas!"

When children scold people, there are only a few bad guys and bad people over and over again, but there are a lot of names mentioned, at least a dozen names.

Leaving the herd, the big ghost is big, leaving Xuan, leaving the ......

Gu Yunying became more and more sure that this should be the former residence of the Lord of the Blood Lake and the Ten Thousand Ghosts.

But the question is, according to Limu, the Lord of the Blood Lake is an ancient god in ancient times, how can her residence be in this place? Buried in the swamp so cold.

"There's nothing to see here, maybe it's the little ghost who used to live here to doodle randomly."

Gu Tianjiao read these carved words and found that there was no special meaning in them, so he no longer cared.

"Third sister, do you know which big man used to live in this place?" Gu Yunying followed closely behind Xiao Gu Tianjiao and asked tentatively.

Gu Tianjiao glanced at her, and then said, "I don't know." ”

"These days, we have only cleared the outermost danger, and the innermost dormitory has only stepped into it today, but ......"