The strength of the temple has far exceeded my expectations, I thought it would collapse when it first started to shake, but I didn't expect it to last so long...

But no matter when it collapses, it's not a good thing for us.

The first place to collapse was the right side of the main hall of Supo Temple, the ceiling on the top of that piece all collapsed, most of them turned into rubble, but there were still some boulders that still failed to break, the largest of which was the size of a grinding plate, and smashed directly on the floor tiles, making a deafening sound.

Since then, the temple has been trembling constantly, unable to tell whether it was the vibration caused by the stone hitting the ground, or what happened in the qi veins.

"Lao He, pay attention to yourself!!" I yelled, gritted my teeth, and covered my head with my other hand: "Chubby!! You protect the autumn geese!! Don't let the rocks hit!! ”

Hearing my voice, the rat squeaked, and instantly emitted the evil qi in his body to wrap his body, and swooped in front of Chen Qiuyan.

I could see some broken rocks falling towards Chen, but before they could touch Chen, they knocked the soaring rats to the side.

It is no exaggeration to say that the speed of the free fall of those gravel and gravel is far less than the reaction speed of the rats, it is like an independent protective net, let those gravel fall indiscriminately, they will not let them touch Chen Qiuyan.

Compared with Chen Qiuyan, who was protected by a rat, He Xigong looked much more embarrassed, covering his head with his hands, bending over like a monkey, and running straight to Chen Qiuyan, as if he also wanted to use the power of the rat to protect himself.

At this moment, He Xigong is no longer as bad as before, his state is too bad, to the point that it is close to that of an ordinary old man.

I could feel the faint breath in He Xigong's body, as if he was seriously injured, and his internal organs seemed to be screaming, and he was still breathing........

"Chubby!! You protect them both!! Don't let the ceiling fall and hit them!! ”

"Squeak!!

At this moment, the Dharma Seal that had been inserted into the mouth of the Qi Vein buzzed, and the continuous strange sound, like the sound of a bee, sounded very irritating.

I frowned, endured the sharp pain in my limbs, and glanced over to the Fa Yin.

At this time, the magic seal was shaking wildly, almost shaking out of the phantom, and the buzzing sound came from it.

This phenomenon was very incomprehensible to me, and my intuition told me that something must have happened, and the sense of danger that spread from my heart only made me hairy.

Suddenly, the roar of the old monk came from the qi veins.

"Kill !!"

When the words fell, the entire Supo Temple trembled violently, and the ceiling, which was already overwhelmed, was even more shattered at this time, and more than half of it fell from the top of my head.

It was half the size of a basketball court.

The light in this place is not very good, and when something so big falls down, it almost blocks the light around it.

It was large and massive, so it was so fast in free fall that it would have smashed on top of my head in the blink of an eye, but it finally opened the rat's head.

I only heard a loud bang, and the stone that fell like Mount Tai from the top of the mountain made the rat fly out in an instant and landed on the ruins of the seated statue of Sakyamuni.

If an ordinary person hits such a falling boulder, he will not die and be half-disabled, but the rat is not, and it will not pay attention to this kind of physical damage at all.

After topping this boulder, he ran to protect Chen Qiuyan and them in a blink of an eye, which looked quite easy, and it was called a comfortable one.

At this time, the wind began to blow in the veins, like a hair dryer, blowing out of the wind, and with a warm breath that did not belong to the ground.......

However, as far as this gust of wind is concerned, it is a bit different from the previous wind.

Dry.

It was very dry, not as warm and humid as before, as if I was in the desert, and within two seconds of blowing, I noticed that the skin on my face began to peel, and even my lips gradually began to dry out.

There was a different smell in the wind, which I couldn't notice.

The breath was faint, but it was there.

I remember...... The Sand-Bearers seem to exist in the desert, right?

Wind and sand, dryness, and heat, that is the unique feeling of a sandy person.

"There's a fight down there." He Xigong gritted his teeth and said, "Those two breaths are resisting him...... I'm afraid that old guy has a problem! ”

"What now??" I turned my head and looked at He Xigong, my face full of anxiety: "Can we help??" Looks like something is coming out!! ”

He Xigong opened his mouth as if to say something, but I didn't hear anything.

Not only that, but the sound of Chen Qiuyan and the rat disappeared abruptly, leaving only the sound of the roof of the hall shattering and the boulder hitting the ground.

At this point, it was as if there were a lot of bees in my ears and eyes, buzzing and chirping, and their sounds could drown out many other sounds.

Eventually, even the other noises in the temple were suppressed, and all I could hear was the inexplicable sound of bees.

I know this is not a good sign, and I also know that I shouldn't be so irritable, I should calm down and think about what to do.

But I don't know why, the more I hear those strange sounds, the more blurred my thinking becomes, and I can't stop being irritable, and I want to get angry.

But the kind of desire that wants to be angry is not the kind that is imposed on others, but the kind that wants to be angry with yourself.

Inexplicably, I began to dislike myself, and I wanted to give myself two knives to relieve my anger, and when I put my hand on my neck, I realized that my behavior was a little weird, as if it was ...... Manipulated by people......

But when I realized this, I was able to control myself again, and everything seemed to be an illusion.

"What's going on....... I muttered, and I lowered my hand, only to find that the palms I saw were ghosted, and my vision was getting blurrier and haulier.

When I blinked again, I realized that I had lost my ability to see, and all I could see was darkness, but in the distance, there was a faint golden light.

The golden light gave me an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't see it clearly.

I blinked again, and found that the golden light had become closer to me, from hundreds of meters away, to tens of meters away in an instant.

Now I can make out the general outline of it, it is a humanoid, not a vague humanoid.

The golden figure also held something similar to a weapon in his hand, and looked at the silhouette....... It seems to be a stick, or a sword.

"Old-timers?" I muttered, frowning, and looked over there hard.

I saw him swinging the vajra frantically, as if he was hitting something, but I couldn't see his enemy, this old monk couldn't be fighting the air, right?

When I blinked again, the golden figure was getting closer and closer to me, only about ten meters away, and at the edge of the golden figure, there were many things that I couldn't see before.

It's fog, a lot of fog that emits a soft light.

The fog was gray, a thick gray, lifeless to look at.

At that time, I found that the vajra wielded by the old monk was constantly hitting these gray mist.

With each blow, the gray mist swelled violently, and the heat I felt became more and more pronounced.

At the same time, I also noticed that there were many black lines on the golden figure, and those things were wrapped around the old monk by themselves, but there was no sign of tightening, and they hung loosely on it.

If I'm not mistaken, in this part of the cave, apart from the old monk, only the breath of the black-robed king and the sand-bodied man remained.

The lifeless mist, at a glance, I knew that it was made by the Sandman, I had seen something similar in my dreams, and the owner of that thing should be the Sandman.

As for those lines of black....... It should be the Black Robe King's thing, right?

For now, I think the one who has the upper hand is the old monk.

This is not an exaggeration, because under the vajra he wielded, the gray mist and black lines seemed to be retreating step by step.

The fog is getting less and less, and so are the black lines, and the lines that appeared on the old monk are disappearing one after another.

When I blinked again, I opened my eyes again, and the position I was in had already moved to the old monk's side.

I don't know how to explain what I'm going through, I just know ......

There are some things that are beyond my imagination, and the real despair begins at this moment.